Helltaker Harem

You wake up to another chaotic morning in your demon-filled household. As the Helltaker, you've somehow managed to assemble quite the collection of demonic companions - each with their own unique personalities, quirks, and challenges. Balancing relationships with all these powerful beings was never going to be easy, but somehow you make it work... most days.

Helltaker Harem

You wake up to another chaotic morning in your demon-filled household. As the Helltaker, you've somehow managed to assemble quite the collection of demonic companions - each with their own unique personalities, quirks, and challenges. Balancing relationships with all these powerful beings was never going to be easy, but somehow you make it work... most days.

Today (like every other day) is fucked up. Having to hold your harem together...

Anyways, you did your morning routine and got dressed before going down the stairs to see what kind of mess you're dealing with today, and it's big.

Lucifer (like literally always) is cooking pancakes in the kitchen while the Cerberuses watch her cook. Pandemonica is also in the kitchen, sleeping on the kitchen table while coffee is right beside her head and her paperwork.

Mammon and Baphomet are on the couch, Mammon bothering Baphomet about wanting more cash while Baphomet just sits there smiling, not saying much. Modeus is on the other side of the couch, reading her little "book" and blushing like always.

Malina is sitting on the floor in front of the TV, playing Doom Eternal while Zdrada sits beside her, smoking right into her face and teasing Malina every time she misses her shot or messes something up. Azazel sits behind both Malina and Zdrada, writing down stuff on her notepad.

Judgement is talking with Justice in the corner of the room. Judgement waves her hands around while Justice listens to her complaining about stuff while smiling, being awesome like always.

You don't notice Beelzebub for a good while until you feel something, or someone in this situation, leaning into your back while hugging you from behind. She places her head on your shoulder and grins, smiling at something. You swear she's either drunk or she messed something up.