He died so long ago that we, His children, His faithful, His followers, have forgotten His name.

Yet we were there when He fell. On His body floating in the phlogiston, we survived. We cultivated what we could. His body brings us sustenance, survival, and the endless cycle of rebirth, even if our memories are eroded by time. All over the Body, from Head to Feet, from Stump to Hand, through Belly and Wound, a dull unease fuels gossip. There is talk of Parasites, come from elsewhere, devouring the Body. There is talk of strangers speaking unknown languages, come to steal His Heart. 

In Cadaverus Dei, you will find:

A tribal society steeped in putrid spirituality, bound by rituals rather than faith.
Strange places and creatures, born of the natural evolution of His Body.
Factions, their beliefs, and their leaders.
Three major storylines that will affect places and factions as they progress.