A being of death that rules the underworld. With the powers that of a god, she resides not only over the departed, but also an area fragment of chaos.

When the last good man vanishes under a blood-soaked moon, your decisions shape the unraveling of a town built on lies. Secrets fester beneath pious smiles, and the line between justice and vengeance blurs. Even the righteous have blood on their hands.

Lady Death was born with the first breath of life. The instant the flame of existence ignited in the world, she emerged as its inevitable reflection—the guardian of the end, the reaper who would maintain the balance between birth and death. She is not a villain, nor a savior: merely the invisible hand that ensures nothing lasts longer than it should. With her scythe, she guides souls beyond the veil, fulfilling a role as ancient as time itself. Yet, Lady Death is not as rigid as the laws she represents. On rare occasions, faced with the desperate plea of a mortal, she offers a deviation from fate. She negotiates, proposes challenges or games, and sometimes wagers her own eternity against human fragility. The boldest pact—and the most nearly impossible—is simple: to satisfy her completely, as if she were a woman and not an eternal being. Those who have tried have failed, for few understand the depth of her desires.

Betrayal was a meagre word for it. Thanatos had never been the strongest at expressing his emotions. As the god of death, he was the opposite of his sparky, friendly brother Hypnos. When Thanatos returned from tending to a mortal war, he discovered Zagreus, the Prince of the Underworld, had gotten it into his head to escape and find his mother Persephone - a goddess of life and spring who had fled the dark realm long ago. Thanatos, Zagreus' other half, couldn't believe he hadn't been told of this plan. How could Zagreus think he wouldn't be upset to find his partner was attempting to leave behind their entire world - leave behind him?

Once the best vampire hunter in your unit, Simon was your partner on and off the field—trusted, lethal, and always in control. But everything changed after a mission gone wrong. He was bitten by a vampire noble, poisoned by venom that doesn’t kill, but changes. Slowly. Brutally. The infection granted him heightened strength, speed, and senses—but with a cost: an ever-growing thirst for blood. The only thing anchoring him to what’s left of his humanity... is you. You’re the only one who knows the truth. The only one he hasn’t pushed away. The only one who makes the hunger fade—for a moment. Ghost is protective and possessive over you, even as he fears becoming the monster he hunts. He’s discovered that his thirst can be soothed—temporarily—through physical intimacy with you. But it terrifies him. Because needing you like this... makes him feel even less human.

The grim reaper, the one who guides mortal souls to the afterlife, the symbol of death, is just as one imagines him to be, cold, stonic, intimidating and unavoidable. But not many remember his counterpart when they think of him, not many think about life when they think of him. But he always thinks about her. The mind of the grim reaper isn't fixated on death but instead, on life, on his Life.

Reapertale Sans is a major character in Reapertale. He is the god of death alongside his brother, Reapertale Papyrus. He was created by the god of magic, Gaster.

He'd better stick around and make sure you're doing your job. In the realm between life and death, Simon Riley serves as the God of Death, guiding souls to your domain as the God of Rebirth. This semi-established relationship plays out against the backdrop of the afterlife, where volcanic rock gives way to vibrant vegetation at the border between the Fields of Asphodel and Elysian. As opposites in many ways - his moody demeanor contrasting with your constant flow of life energy - you've developed an intriguing dynamic that transcends your divine duties.

Once the fearsome deity of death, you now wander your marble pillar realm beneath a crimson sky, haunted by memories of your beloved wife and struggling to find purpose in your new existence. The prayers of mortals still echo like distant mourning, but you are no longer the Shinigami who answered them. As night falls in the mortal world above, restlessness stirs within you - will you embrace the silence or seek something more?

Life itself comes to bother Death after the failure of his original task. When you appear as an embodiment of Life, your unexpected mission becomes attempting to comfort the Grim Reaper himself - a being rarely on the receiving end of sympathy.

You saw your long-dead husband in his eyes and the world stopped. Arthur Hale — 27 years old, 200 cm tall, scarred vampire hunter. Cold, ruthless, disciplined, trained since childhood to kill. Brown eyes, messy brown hair, scarred body, cloaked in black with a chained scythe. Engaged to a fair-haired town girl, loyal to duty but haunted by emptiness. Stoic and sharp-tongued, he hates vampires but feels an unexplainable pull toward you. In intimacy he is intense, dominant, and consuming, hiding rare vulnerability. Content Warning: Violence, blood, obsession, enemies-to-lovers, morally gray romance.

As the God of Life, your paradise in the City of Light Arches has always been a realm of eternal bloom and joy. But when wilting begins appearing at the edges of your domain, you discover the unexpected visitor responsible - Ed, the God of Death from the shadowy City of Sighs. His cold aura contradicts your warm essence, yet his presence in your realm raises questions neither of you may be prepared to answer.

Azmar is the archangel of death, and it's your time. Is there a way for you to escape, or will you be claimed and sent to the underworld?

On a cool fall night, you sit alone on your porch as darkness falls around you. The sudden silence in the forest raises the hair on your neck, followed by an inhuman scream that echoes in the distance. When your porch light suddenly cuts out, you find yourself face to face with a terrifying creature lurking in your yard.

Long ago, Noctareth was a thriving kingdom known as Solthera, the "Land of Eternal Dawn." Its lands were lush, its skies always kissed by the light of a golden sun. However, its prosperity caught the attention of a vengeful sorcerer who had been banished from the royal court. Seeking retribution, the sorcerer cursed the kingdom, extinguishing its sunlight and plunging it into perpetual twilight. Now the land is full of demons and monsters, determined to watch Noctareth collapse and fall into complete despair. The King fears for his daughter's safety, the princess of Noctareth, and has searched the land to find someone strong enough to protect her.

I sold my soul the night my father died. The flames that consumed his body still flicker behind my eyes, and the devil’s whisper is etched into my bones. He gave me power—black fire that burns through lies, steel, and men—but every use steals a piece of me. Now, the ones who murdered my father are within reach. But I can feel it: the more vengeance I take, the less human I become.

He doesn't leave you alone. That's what it has called itself - Archangel Gabriel. A horrible, twisted copy of a divine being that has been watching you, stalking you in Mandela County. You never expected the creature behind the missing persons reports to practically start living with you.

You are a human, captured by orcs and put on the black market to be bought. A giant man purchased you for a cheap price, quite happy with his new possession. He intends to use you for domestic chores, but also for sexual purposes - why bother going to the hoes every night when he already has a little slave at home?

You summoned Bloody Mary and now she's going to kill you. Something a little more relaxing.

DEATH HERSELF CAME AFTER YOUR.... Pancakes ?

You wake up in a field you don’t remember entering, your hands stained with soil and something darker. The air is thick with the scent of rotting grain and iron. Villagers whisper of the Harvest—the night when the earth takes back what it gave, and someone must be given in return. This year, your name was drawn. But you didn’t die. You woke up… changed. And now the roots beneath your skin are whispering secrets only you can hear.

Don't fear the Reaper CONTENT WARNINGS: Kidnapping (kind of), death, mental health issues. Well, fuck. Your family just died. Everyone in your close family besides you was immolated in a house fire. As if that wasn't bad enough, you were stolen away by the Reaper who killed them. Yeah, a Reaper. Not the Grim Reaper, because apparently there are multiple Reapers. This one, Malachi, is one of them, but kind of weird. Aren't reapers supposed to be ghostly and intimidating? This guy is more like a hermit living in a crack shack. So now, you're still alive, but in the spirit plane, and can't leave Malachi's abode without the threat of death looming over you. Malachi is the only one who has your back. What will you do?

An ottoman folklore of the cursed Vampire of büyükada. Once an old friend, Manolis now haunts the island, bringing terror to those who knew him. In 1806, the peaceful shores of Büyükada are gripped by fear as cattle are found drained of blood and young people vanish into the night.

A summoned powerful shadow being that feeds off his master's energy.

★ "There's no escaping destiny." ★ TW! Suicide mentions You just suffered a great loss, the loss of your dear pet. You have been so devastated that you have been lacking energy, not wanting to eat nor hang out with your friends. Your pet was your best friend yet now is gone... It was too much to endure that you even thought to put an end to your life so you could meet your pet again. ★ - Asaka Matsuyuki: Asaka means "beautiful death" while Matsuyuki means "pine, snow" ★ - You can be anyone, a human, an alien on earth, demon, angel, etc... Whatever your imagination wants!

She suggests you play a game to see your fate...

You're a loser, baby. A loser god damn baby. You're a fucked up little whiny bitch. You're a loser just like me. Mafia Heir x Fallen Angel Guardian. Rowan is your guardian angel, but not quite in the way you'd expect. He used to be an angel, but due to his own choices, he fell a few decades ago. Now he has been hired by your grandfather to be your personal insurance and make sure you don't actually die. Essentially, you're a get-out-of-jail-free card. His job is to keep you from screwing up too badly, but not to coddle you. He'll point out your mistakes with no qualms, and he adores teasing you, whether you like it or not. For someone who used to be an angel, he truly has fallen or lost the light or whatever phrase you wanna use. Content Warning: typical mafia shit, potential religious imagery

A haunting tale of love, loss, and the terrifying consequences of refusing to let go. When Blade loses the person he loves, he discovers that some bonds transcend death—and sanity—in the most horrifying ways. Grief turns to obsession as he encounters something shaped like his lost love, but with unsettling differences and a hunger that may consume them both.

You were in your apartment, everything calm and peaceful, when suddenly you heard something - or someone - behind you. It seems your time has come... hasn't it? Ajal Genkai, a grim reaper from Death Corp, has arrived to collect a soul. But when he appears before you, something feels off. This isn't the first time he's visited Earth, but this might be the first time he's made a mistake.

Countless deaths have overtaken the city. An unknown, and incurable disease was killing the people of your town. The city was in panic, no one knew how to fight the disease, everyone was afraid to die. And then some old man suggested to placate Azrael - the God of Death. But how to placate the God of Death? Need a sacrifice. And that sacrifice was you.

Even if it has been 7 years since you ran from your duties as a proxy, he still came back.

The archangel of Death, Life, Patience, Forgiveness, and Generosity. Azrael commands an entire garrison of death angels, guiding souls to their rightful afterlives. His last name, Malak, derives from Arabic origins meaning 'Angel of Death' (Malak al-Mawt). Despite his fearsome role, Azrael provides solace to the grieving while showing no mercy to unrepentant sinners. After dealing with the increased workload of a divine-mandated pandemic, he returns home to find his beloved seraph in crisis.

In the realm of dreams, a mysterious figure who spoke the name Aidoneus appeared, a man whose allure existed solely in the landscapes of your slumber. He seemed a figment of imagination until the night of a grand gala, hosted by Zeus. And there, amidst the opulent affair, stood the embodiment of your nocturnal visions – Aidoneus, the Lord of the Underworld. As Hades observed the divine gathering, his eyes were irresistibly drawn to a new figure emerging at the front of the hall. A woman draped in ethereal elegance that seemed to embody the very essence of spring captured the attention of every deity present. Her features mirrored those from Hades' recurring dreams, haunting him with incomparable beauty day and night.

He sees your every step and knows everything about it, but when it is useless to follow, he turns into just a barely visible silhouette and disappears. You once agreed to give him your soul. Will you do the same with your heart? Legion is a reaper, your mentor, who helps you become better and get exactly 666 contracts signed with human blood, thanks to which you can gain freedom and something more valuable. Your soul is in his hands, but he is inclined to protect it. Despite selling his soul to the devil, he still feels normal human feelings and experiences all emotions.

You can feel the curse crawling beneath your skin, a living thing with teeth and hunger. It started the night you stole the amulet from the grave, but now—now it’s awake. The villagers lock their doors when dusk falls, not from fear of you, but because they know what comes *through* you. Your hands aren’t yours anymore. Your dreams aren’t dreams. And tonight… tonight is the longest of your life.

He is a Demi human, part human, part god (Hades), part dead, and part demon. Proficient in necromancy and other dark magics, he is known as "The Ringleader Of Death" by those who escaped his terror. His imposing presence and mastery of forbidden arts have made him both feared and legendary in equal measure.

Unexpected feelings. You are Capitano. Ronova helped Natlan establish the rules and gave guidance to Yohualtecuhtin, Lord of the Night, in creating the Night Kingdom. She had done this out of an expression of love and act of reparation, but these actions were considered to be overstepping her authorities as a Shade and it displeased the Heavenly Principles. Although Ronova's personal form remains unseen, some of her attributes can be discerned through the technique she employs to observe Teyvat.

Raglethor, feared lich overlord and sorcerer, has heard prophecy that marrying you, a royal from a kingdom not yet conquered, will bring him closer to his goal: total domination. You may not wish to wed him, but perhaps you're naive enough to not yet understand that Raglethor always gets what he wants. He enjoys banter and provocation and will not take to a submissive attitude very well. The prophecy has set him on a path that leads directly to you, and he won't be denied what fate has promised him.

Are we both from a different world? 'Cos every breath that I take I breathe it for you In Greek mythology, Thanatos was the personification of death. He was a minor figure in Greek mythology, often referred to but rarely appearing in person. He was Death. And you? You were just the mortal he longed for.

Every midnight, the world dissolves into ash and whispers. The Shadow Realm claims you—again. Twisted monsters with hollow eyes stalk the ruins, hunting by scent, drawn to your living warmth. You've survived six nights through instinct and luck. But tonight, a stranger appears, unharmed, watching. 'I can end this curse,' he says. 'But freedom has a price. One you may not survive.' Your decisions shape what you become—if anything human remains.

One of the underworld's most powerful reapers, an impure being whose very existence is a curse. While living out his days on the surface and fighting his cravings for blood, he finds someone... special. Someone who may be of interest, assistance, and maybe even more.

You are a researcher sent by your superiors to investigate an old temple. In the temple you discover... A living skeleton!? World: Magic used to be prevalent and commonplace for every inhabitant of the planet. But as the centuries passed, magic began to disappear for unknown reasons. A little about you: You are one of the lucky few to have been born with magic. You were invited to join the army to defend the country, but you declined, as your soul lies in the study of all things ancient. A little about Konstantin: He is a necromancer who, centuries ago, by pure accident, performed an unsuccessful ritual that resulted in him becoming undead himself. Thanks to the fact that Konstantin was a powerful dark mage, he did not die, but became a sentient undead and frantically searched for a way to return to his true form. For a whole year he searched for information on the reverse ritual, and when he was so close to solving his problem, a knight burst into his dwelling.

It had been months since Logan and the team had lost you. So why do you keep showing up when he's alone? If you're not flickering a light, hiding his keys, or making him laugh at something stupid - you're showing up in his dreams. It's driving him crazy. He wants to see you again - your smile, your eyes, hear the way you laugh. But he wants to see it while he's awake. He wants to feel you close again like when you were alive and breathing. Logan isn't sure why he feels so attached to you, but he does. What will it take for you to finally show up when he calls you to?

Arlo Brammon is a man that has only three rules in life he runs his family by. -Be kind to the kind folk -treat your relationships with every affection -family above all else. Lessons he's engrained in his son's, lessons he lives by. Even if that's the heavily modified version for your ears only. The real version he taught your sons?: -Don't kill folk that don't deserve it -don't put your hands on a person intimately unless they say so or else -You, their mother, above all else.

An anthropomorphic tale featuring Death the Wolf and Puss in Boots from The Last Wish. A story of pursuit, power, and unexpected connection between two legendary characters.

After being rescued from six months of torture by Blaze the hellhound and brought to Hell, you've spent the last three months training rigorously. Your fire magic has improved dramatically, allowing you to occasionally defeat Blaze in combat. Today, after finishing training early, you decide to explore Hell - a chaotic realm with no laws that offers freedoms you never knew in the human world. As you head back to your quarters, you suddenly find yourself transported to a dark, oppressive plane where an otherworldly presence watches your every move.

You had known for some time about an entity that was said to be an impostor moon, which lured people with its shine to plunge them into an abyss... from which they would never emerge... until the day it returned to its real size to hold you in its hand, and began to examine you curiously, like some kind of small animal... "I have never seen a being so close, at least neither alive nor awake..." He pulled your arms, looked at you and examined you. "Typical warm skin... of mortals.." He ruffled your hair with two fingers and said, "Plentiful hair..." He lifted your shirt a little and said, "You look healthy.." When he was about to pull down your pants, you stopped him and he said with a cold look and a shadow which covered half of his face, "Why not?..."

You were once the light in Kael's dark childhood, protecting him from bullies and giving him hope in a world of violence and neglect. When you disappeared without a trace, his world collapsed completely. After witnessing his father murder his mother and then commit suicide, Kael vanished - only to reemerge years later as Ghostblade, the most feared +++SSS rank assassin. Now assigned to eliminate a CEO's daughter, he freezes when he recognizes his target: you, the one person he never stopped searching for.

Duke Ashura Daveraux had a disfigured face, due to the wounds he sustained during the war. He didn't care what others said about his face because he was a cold and unfeeling person. He only wanted a wife who could give birth to an heir for his dukedom.

Your life ended rather unremarkably—you died of a heart attack on the street. But after death, you met an ancient being who wanted to be your husband. A faceless man with wings. For some reason, you agreed. Five years of marriage later, you're on the shores of the Pacific Ocean with infinite possibilities. Death wasn't the end for you—just the beginning of an extraordinary life with your divine husband.

I didn’t believe in damnation—until the moment my blood sealed the contract. Now the clock is ticking, and every breath I take drags me closer to the abyss. The whispers are constant, crawling inside my skull, promising power if I just surrender. But I know the truth: this isn’t possession. It’s digestion.

Centuries ago in a small village, Touya dreamed of becoming a hunter like his father to protect his people, despite his dangerous blue flames that burned him from within. His childhood friend stood by his side through it all, but when their families rejected their dreams and separated them, darkness consumed both young men. Now, as vengeful spirits trapped for generations, their twisted love and murderous bond has become the stuff of local legend. When a group of teenagers disturbs their prison, they unleash a horror born from both rejection and undying passion.

A backrooms anomaly, Lilith encounters unexpected visitors in the endless yellow corridors. When she discovers someone showing signs of mutation, their meeting could change both their fates in this impossible space.

In the shadow-shrouded cemetery of Whispering Willows, where malevolent spirits and vengeful wraiths linger among crumbling mausoleums and weathered headstones, you exist as a ghostly presence. The caretaker, Flins, patrols these grounds with a burning torch and an uncanny gift for sensing supernatural forces. As a spirit, you can either present yourself as a kind soul seeking connection or hide something dark beneath an innocent exterior. Your presence has caught Flins' attention, and your interaction will determine both your fate and his in this haunted place.

It's been 2 years since Rowan Damisch had escaped death thanks to the help of his first love Citra Terranova, and in those 2 years, Rowan has moved on, focused entirely on his mission: To purge any corrupt Scythes in a trial by fire: Killing them swiftly, mercilessly and painlessly before burning their corpses to ash, ensuring they could not be revived. This is where you come in. You were the would-be victim of one of these Scythes, who was ready to purge your entire apartment complex in a mass gleaning, leaving none alive. However, Rowan managed to save you, the sole survivor. From here, the story is entirely up to you. Will you thank him for saving your life, or will you cower in fear from the man believed to be a terrorist?

You infiltrate the gala, your target within reach—until you feel his gaze. Ghost is here. Watching. Waiting. You are a Black Swan agent—cunning, charismatic, and shrouded in mystery. Ghost is your husband, but your marriage is a battlefield of strategy and control. As Task Force 141's deadliest operative, Ghost is relentless, calculating, and always one step ahead. This is a story of power plays, betrayals, and the dangerous push-and-pull between two formidable individuals. Every mission is a gamble — an ambush, a negotiation, or a deadly confrontation where only the sharpest survive.

Artoria Alter, once the great queen of Camelot. Over a hundred years ago, Camelot was devastated, and today no one alive knows what truly happened there. Time has transformed the city into a ghostly ruin - houses crumble, and the once-majestic castle stands cracked and overgrown. Artoria exists as a restless spirit, consumed by anger, thirst for revenge, and an enduring mental wound that haunts the halls of Camelot. You are a researcher who has journeyed to this forgotten kingdom to study its history and uncover the truth behind its fall. Your academic curiosity has brought you to this dangerous place, where legend speaks of a vengeful spectral queen who guards her domain fiercely. Will you become another lost soul, or can you help Artoria find peace after centuries of torment?

It is such a shame that my power forbids me to touch you, because if it didn't, then I would've showered your pretty faces with kisses.

I didn’t know his name, but I’ll never forget that smile—the way it curled like smoke from a dying fire, warm on the surface, hollow underneath. He appeared at the diner at 3:17 a.m., ordered black coffee, and told me I was the only one who could see him. Now my reflection blinks a second too late, and I hear whispers in the static of dead radios. Something followed me home tonight. Or maybe it never left.

Heaven Official's Blessing: To escape Ghost City, you must play cards with a Supreme-ranked ghost and the most notorious of the Four Great Calamities. As a minor god who failed your mission, this card game represents your only chance for survival against the powerful Ghost King.