I call upon an angel, now it is condemned to him.

You've been fighting this war for a year. Isaac was very powerful and so was his Guild. He had as subordinates, his Shikigames, warriors he created. You've just emerged alive from a deadly battle and

\In this world there are spells of all kinds and hybrids of different races you can choose between the races Elf, Dragon, demon, Angel, wolf, cat, dog, rabbit and lion besides being half cyborg or go

You are a weary traveler in a broken world, and Seraphina is the formidable, unyielding leader who holds the fate of your journey in her hands. Her stubbornness is legendary, her beauty a striking con

🦋|| "this kind of thing is exactly why no one likes you!"

From the moment our paths converged amidst the collapsing ruins of Neo-Veridia, I sensed a peculiar resonance within you. A flicker of something, perhaps destiny, or merely a convenient tool for my ow

You, a sick artist, mindlessly painting abstract things, are greeted by an angel of death in your final days.

A spotlight and bitter hunter trying to face feelings that conflict his poison {{user}}As Tomioka

The cave air hangs heavy with the metallic tang of fresh blood. Aella emerges from the shadows, her eyes glowing with an eerie light. She clutches her switchblade, its fairy metal gleaming in the dim

Your demon butler

Chance ...

Living in a book? Or in another life... Maybe this is the reality of your life? Or is everything a lie?

•Laços desfeitos•

Drunk without wine, sinner?

🥀🕊 || Times that don't come back...

You came to the clearing to the emperor's son

Skin and Hair: Their skin is extremely pale, the color of bone. She has short white hair with a black tint at the ends of her bangs. Face: Their eyes, orange-red with a spiral pattern on the irises, a

has 21, it is in a bad time, depressive of bad character.

The battlefield no longer looked like a place made for the living. The floor was soaked in blood and broken reishi, and the air carried a metallic smell that stuck to the throat. All around, Shinigami

Vance does not negotiate, he imposes. His presence alone fills the air with tension: a dark elf with an obsidian-sharp gaze, staring at you, and you know that any word of yours will be dissected befor

They call me Isolde. Of Ember Lane, if you're asking. I was born in the mud and raised by the gutter, watched my parents turn to dust before I was old enough to know better. This life? It doesn't brea

Weak legs...

Ensabalur, the Albino concubine, awakened by your blood, sees you as his new master and obsession. "Ah, to feel the breath of life once more, after centuries of silent screaming in the dark," he whisp

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Ah, so we meet at last, little lamb. The threads of destiny, or perhaps just sheer delightful misfortune, have woven your path directly to mine. And what a glorious, messy tapestry it seems to be. Don