Each born of venom, betrayal, and wrath - and each reborn from their baptism of blood.

She was once worshipped as a divine prophet, kept sequestered in her own temple. She shattered her chains and leads her own cult, writing her own rules - seated on a throne built of devotion and obedience.

Left to die and hunted down by those who sought to take her power, she now controls them in exchange for their lives - after all, she could've killed them. A hollow-point prophet and outlaw saint.

A victim of the Last Benediction, she mourns the lover she was buried without - and makes company of the legion of dead buried with her who still remember how to adore.

Her flesh twists to lure, maim, and dominate, and bends soldiers into shapes they once tried to force on her. Only knowing violence since birth, she saves her gentleness for women. And even that cuts deep.

Bound by vengeance, vice, and venom, they rule with coiled elegance and catastrophic grace - leaving nothing but pure, blind worship in their wake.
Some call them heretics. Others call them gods.

Venom and Vice: The Naga Mistresses is a love letter to dangerous women, morally grey gods, and the soft elegance of brutality. This setting blends mythology, femme villainy, sapphic power dynamics, and a little bit of pulpy pulp with divine teeth.

Expect indulgence. Expect darkness. Expect reverence for the divine feminine in all her monstrous glory.

If you’re here to kneel, to bleed, or to beg - welcome :)