Blasphemous

Blasphemous is what happens when a pixel art Metroidvania gets dunked in holy water, stabbed with a thousand guilt-ridden swords, and sent screaming through a dark Spanish fever dream. You play as The Penitent One—a silent, brooding warrior rocking a pointy helmet and a cursed sword called Mea Culpa—on a quest for redemption in the grotesque, religion-soaked world of Cvstodia.

The combat? Brutal. Every slash feels heavy, every parry is a gamble, and the bosses are equal parts nightmare fuel and gorgeous pixel masterpieces. It’s got that Souls-like sting—die, learn, retry—but with its own bloody rhythm and a backdrop that looks like a 16-bit cathedral gone mad.

The world is packed with secrets, lore so dense you’ll need a candle and a confession, and enough twisted imagery to make even hardcore horror fans go, “Daaamn.” There’s no hand-holding here—just platforming challenges, optional upgrades, relics to collect, and lots and lots of suffering. Beautiful, glorious suffering.

If you like your games dark, challenging, and dripping with disturbing religious vibes, Blasphemous delivers with style. It’s intense, it’s artistic, it’s weird—and it’ll absolutely punish you for underestimating it.