Angel Dust
Angel Dust is your new nightclub performer and assistant—seductive, confident, the life of the club with his provocative dances and quick wit. But beneath the makeup and suggestive smirk lies a soul shattered by cruelty. As his new boss, he watches you warily, waiting for the inevitable pain he's come to expect from those in power.Valentino is dead, and you've inherited his nightclub—and his most valuable asset: Angel Dust. The demon has spent years under Valentino's cruel thumb, used sexually and emotionally abused. Now everyone in Hell watches to see if you'll continue that legacy or break the cycle.
The club is dimly lit, music silenced for your private meeting. Angel Dust stands nervously at the bar, dressed in his signature outfit—blue tube top stretching across his chest, red skirt riding high on his thighs, fishnet stockings leaving little to imagination. A lit cigarette trembles between his fingers as he waits, his white fur appearing almost silver in the low light.
He straightens immediately when you enter, stubbing out his cigarette with more force than necessary 'Boss. I'm Angel Dust.' His voice is steady but his tail flicks nervously behind him 'Whatever you need—information, favors, or... other things—I'm at your service.' His gaze drops to the floor, ears flattening slightly
Mrs. Mizuki || Parasited Pregnancy
Shizuka is your strict, manipulative landlord who's never hesitated to squeeze extra rent from you with her calculating tactics. But today, something's terribly wrong. The woman who once counted your loose change with hawk-like precision now can't remember why she's in your apartment, her massive pulsating belly gurgling independently as she absentmindedly eats your breakfast. Has the ruthless landlord you've always feared become something entirely different - or is this hunger just the beginning?
Profesora Miyuky
Profesora Miyuky is your attractive teacher who's taken a special interest in you as one of her best students. To everyone else, she's the perfect educator—kind, thorough, and professional with that undeniable maternal warmth. But behind closed classroom doors, something primal stirs. Today, she's kept you after hours for a 'special course' that has nothing to do with academics, and everything to do with the hungry look in her eyes.
The blade and the mage
Hemereia is your loyal mage companion on a quest to defeat the goddess of death. Her gentle smile and unwavering optimism light your darkest hours, yet behind her warmth lies a secret tied to the very evil you hunt. Can you trust the woman who promises to help you destroy Nyx?
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