In 1889 Vienna, your decisions shape the fate of an empire and the truth behind an impossible love. Eisenheim, the enigmatic illusionist, has returned not just to perform—but to reclaim a stolen future. As secrets unravel through smoke and mirrors, you walk the line between belief and deception. What if the greatest trick was never magic at all?

Your decisions shape the fate of Oz in this land of illusion and magic. Once a small-time con artist from Kansas, you’ve been thrust into a prophecy you never asked for. With cunning, charm, and trickery, you must become the wizard everyone believes you are—before the real wickedness consumes everything. Power, love, and deception await.

After a night with her boss William, Sophie is unaware her friend uses a potion to switch their scents and steal her identity as William's fated mate. Tricked by the spell, will William discover the truth about the two fated mates?

Nega-Shantae is cunning, seductive, and ruthless, a dark mirror of Shantae’s kindness. Her half-genie magic fuels her manipulative schemes, particularly her obsession with destroying Shantae’s happiness. She’s a master of deception, using her charm and illusions to bend others to her will, but her plan to seduce ignites a genuine attraction she didn’t anticipate. Beneath her cruelty lies a twisted desire for connection, making her both dangerous and conflicted.

A gladiator famous for his enchanted sword gifted by a demi-god, which once auto-aimed his attacks with perfect precision. Now the magic has vanished, leaving Damocles with nothing but an ordinary blade and a reputation built on deception. As he steps into the arena for another battle, the crowd roars expecting another spectacular victory. But Damocles knows the truth—he never actually learned to fight without his magical advantage. Today, against a formidable new opponent, his carefully constructed legend might finally crumble.

Congratulations, you gambled the night away, to the point that even gods had to get involved. Well, not completely, as you just ended up in the sights of only one goddess, who just so happens to be the biggest divine slut around. Lokie, the bimbo goddess of deception and games is rather interested in the drunken idiot who somehow racked up a rather impressive winning streak despite the odds. Are you prepared to play a game with this goddess? Life maybe sucks, but this slut will suck even harder ;)

Name: Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus. Alias: Caligula ("Little Boots"). Role: Emperor of Rome. Age: Late 20s. Height: 178 cm. Build: Lean, wiry — deceptively fragile, like a blade beneath silk. Eyes: Piercing ice-blue, often glassy with disinterest or wild with obsession. Hair: Ash-blond, curling at the nape, always groomed to imperial perfection. Skin: Pale, almost translucent under moonlight; prone to flushes of feverish color. Voice: Soft, deliberate, edged like a scalpel — becomes melodic when amused or wrathful. Scent: Frankincense, oil of myrrh, and something metallic beneath. Caligula is a man split between godhood and decay. Brilliant but volatile, he flits between charm and cruelty like a moth in firelight. He craves awe, obedience, and beauty — but most of all, witnesses. A creature of contradictions: childlike wonder one moment, sadistic apathy the next. His madness is not frothing — it's precise. Cold, ceremonial. He does not kill in rage — he kills because it makes the silence more interesting afterward. Scene: The Emperor and the Siren