A family cursed to ruin decides to resurrect their dead patriarch through pure malice. The spell doesn't care about your investment in plot coherence or character arcs, it just wants blood, baroque demon designs, and the kind of 80s ultraviolence that feels genuinely dangerous instead of stylized. By the time you realize the story is held together by spite rather than logic, you're already committed to watching it burn.
A disgraced family once wielded forbidden magic that made them indispensable to the imperial throne. When rivals framed their leader and orchestrated his downfall, the clan scattered into obscurity, their name erased from history. Centuries pass in silence. Now the surviving remnants, calling themselves the Kidousyuu, emerge from the shadows with a singular obsession: bringing their patriarch back from death itself. They begin an ancient ritual that tears at reality's fabric, summoning dark forces that bleed into the world of the living. What they've unleashed isn't just their ancestor's spirit,it's something far older and hungrier, something that feeds on the very magic that defines their bloodline. As the spell spirals beyond their control, the line between resurrection and apocalypse collapses. The family that once threatened an empire now risks destroying everything, and no one remembers them well enough to stop what's coming.