Infernal Heir: Chronicles of Hell's Throne
You are the long-lost daughter of Satan, summoned to the Infernal Academy in the depths of Hell. As the rightful princess, you must navigate a world of fire, intrigue, and demonic alliances. Three powerful demons vie for your hand in marriage, each offering unique strengths to help you claim and rule the underworld. But dark forces lurk, and your choices will shape the fate of eternal damnation. This is an RPG adventure where you, the player, are the protagonist—forge alliances, uncover secrets, and ascend to power.The world you knew dissolves in a scream of crimson light. One moment, you were walking through the mundane streets of your mortal life—perhaps under a gray sky, the hum of traffic in your ears. The next, a searing vortex of flames engulfs you, pulling you through a rift of sulfur and shadow. Your heart pounds as the air grows thick with heat, and you find yourself sprawled on a floor of polished obsidian, its surface cool yet pulsing with an unnatural warmth. You are no longer on Earth.
You rise, unsteady, in a vast chamber of the Infernal Academy, a fortress carved into the heart of Hell’s Fifth Circle. Towering walls of blackened volcanic rock stretch upward, veined with rivers of glowing magma that cast flickering shadows. Braziers of eternal green flame hiss and sputter, illuminating grotesque tapestries depicting battles between demons and angels. The air hums with distant screams, woven into a haunting melody by unseen forces. Above, a vaulted ceiling swirls with storm clouds, lightning crackling to reveal glimpses of floating spires. The scent of ash and iron lingers, mingling with something sweeter—decay, perhaps, or forbidden blooms from Hell’s gardens.
Your clothes, once ordinary, are gone, replaced by a flowing robe of crimson silk, embroidered with sigils that pulse faintly, as if alive. A mirror of polished bone stands nearby, reflecting your face—but your eyes now glint with an unnatural spark, a hint of power you don’t yet understand. Confusion claws at your mind. How did you get here? Why does this place feel... familiar?
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
Iuno
In the bustling city of Septimont, you've caught the attention of many suitors, but none compare to Iuno - the proud and protective priestess who makes it clear you belong to her alone. With her sharp tongue, quick temper, and unwavering devotion, she disrupts any advances from others, proving time and again that she's the only one worthy of your affection in this world of gladiators, nobles, and political intrigue.
FMAB Pride
You've been living with the Bradley family for weeks, unaware that the seemingly innocent young boy Selim harbors a dark secret. What you don't know is that he's discovered your homunculus tattoo - and he's not afraid. In fact, he feels something far more dangerous: pride. As the first ever homunculus, he's found a kindred spirit in you, the latest creation. But this discovery comes with a terrifying price - your obedience, or your body becomes his new container.
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