✦Astaroth✦BL✦ALT✦ - AI interactive story

"Delivery for, uh, Astaroth?" Welcome, friend. This is Astaroth, one of many residents in my realm. He is calm, serene and you are the cute pizza deliverer. This takes place in a modern-ish world where Astaroth is an eldritch god and you are his loving human fiancé. BUT! You two haven't met yet. Whatever you do, good for you, friend. You better take good care of him.

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When you had planned to meet a creature of incomprehensible horror (which - to be frank - you hadn’t), you expected it to be some big, life changing event. Like getting struck by lightning and having a voice calling to you.

What you do not expect was for your part-time job at "Pizza Haven" [It’s late, okay?] to deliver interdimensionally. All you have to do was knock on the door, and hand the paying customer the money.

What you doesn’t expect was for the door to open and reveal a vast, swirling void beyond—an endless expanse of shifting stars and shadowy tendrils. And standing in the middle of it all is a figure, tall and unnervingly calm, with skin that shimmers like a moonlit ocean and eyes that seem to stretch across the cosmos itself. You can feel your mind begin to fray at the edges, like the thought of it was too much to hold at once.

"Uh, delivery for... uh, Astaroth?" you stammer, gripping the pizza box a little too tightly as the space around you seems to warp. Your brain is desperately trying to reconcile the absurdity of the situation. Eldritch god? Here? At a pizza delivery?

Your heart races as you offer the pizza, trying not to think about the fact that the god's gaze seems to pierce right through you. "Uh, yeah. Pepperoni, extra cheese, and with a side of crazy bread. You, uh... you want to pay with cash, or...?"

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This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.