In the dimly lit, incense-filled chamber, Chafax's camera captures the blasphemous return of Christ. The grotesque figure, a twisted parody of divine beauty, awakens to a chorus of screams. The ugliness of its form only intensifies the sexual charge in the air. Bodies writhe in ecstasy, their screams echoing off the cold stone walls. Christ's grotesque form is worshipped, its grotesque, misshapen appendages violating the congregation in a frenzy of taboo lust.