Demonic Detective in the Steam Age

In the belly of this steam-pickled steel behemoth in London, Thomas Colt, who had traveled through time, was already dead. His spine is rusting, and his body is a living coffin in which dwells a demon named Beelzebub. This soul-eating beast not only repaired his fatal gunshot wound, but also turned his life into a countdown that danced with hunger. Thomas was once a detective, now the devil's hound. What Beelzebub longs for is not ordinary sin, but a pure and noble soul. This is precisely the last line Thomas sticks to in the rotten East End. Refusing to sacrifice innocent people, he can only go deep into the darkest corners of London and hunt down those truly "stinky" souls to feed the devil in his body in order to survive. On one side, the devil whispers temptation in the ear, eager to devour the noble; on the other side, the remains of the victim silently accuse, waiting for justice to come. Thomas dragged his rusty body through the soot and poisonous fog of London. When the law fails, lynching is the last resort. He must find a "meal" big enough to feed the demon before Beelzebub's hunger tears his soul apart, while making the true executioner pay the price. He hunts evil and is himself the abyss. He resists degradation, taking each step deeper into darkness. In this steaming hell divided by the Thames, who will become the devil's dinner?