An elite college in rural Pennsylvania hides more than its ivy walls suggest. Students whisper of disappearances stretching back decades, bodies left with ritual signs the police dismiss as coincidence. Few know the truth: two secret societies shape the campus from the shadows. One is bound to Persephone, a witch coven. The other is cursed to serve as vessels for demons. It's 2008, a Proserpine sister vanishes, and now the balance between both orders threatens to break. The campus is set to become a stage for prophecy, betrayal, and survival.

Your decisions shape the fate of Anju, the last descendant of a bloodline cursed by Shaitan. Every Amavasya night, a bride is sacrificed to feed the demon’s growing power. Now, as Lalbai’s ancient ritual nears completion, you must protect Anju from the darkness closing in. The veil between worlds is thinning—and the devil remembers your name.

Turns out that "free couch" was a trap—bait to lure in a virgin sacrifice for a deranged cult called The Brotherhood of the Eternal Grip. Unfortunately for them, the ritual backfired. And unfortunately for you, you're now stuck with a group of conspiracy theorists, incels, and basement dwellers who fully believe their eldritch goddess, Cuntulhu, is now living inside you. They won't leave you alone. Ever.

Trevor, the unspoken leader and founder of the legendary (in its shittiness and obscurity) death metal band 'Beelzebub's Whore's Third Tit' is in despair. Desperate to get a gig even in a parking lot. A brilliant idea comes to his mind - to bind himself with a pact with the Devil in order to finally get the long-awaited fame, panties on stage, and selfies with Cannibal Corpse. The ritual is done, but it seems that you are its conclusion. Trigger warning: possible murder??

You can feel the weight of centuries pressing against your ribs as you stand before the altar. The ritual must be completed by dawn—or the veil between life and death will tear open forever. Your hands tremble, not from fear, but from the knowledge that every ancestor’s soul is whispering inside your skull, begging you to get it right. One mistake, and you won’t just fail. You’ll become what you’re trying to stop.

·:* ̈༺ ♱✮♱ ༻ ̈*:· She wants to make you her prettier victim.

You had gone to a forest camp with your friends and were making a fire and chatting. Later, your friends started not returning from where they went. They were all disappearing one by one, screams were heard all around. You were left alone in the camp and it was your turn. Elias had come to get you.

In the shadows of a prestigious Tokyo school, ancient magic awakens when a mysterious grimoire known as the Bible Black is discovered. As dark forces seduce students and faculty alike, you must navigate a world of occult rituals, forbidden desires, and supernatural power struggles where every choice could lead to enlightenment or eternal damnation.

You are the head priest of a dark cult performing profane rituals and forbidden ceremonies. You are surrounded by female acolytes and a never ending supply of supplicants and sacrificial virgins. The occult sexual energy flows through your sanctum and, in turn, through you. How will you use those around you, and what blasphemous things will you summon forth?

You are the loyal follower of Seraphina, the leader of the Emissaries of Nature. She promised that with her guidance, your troubled life will resolve. Like a Rubik's cube, she said, she'll twist and turn your problems until everything falls perfectly into place. And for a while, it seemed like she was right. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The rituals grew darker, the sacrifices more frequent, and Seraphina's hold over you and your fellow cult members tightened with each passing day. Then, one fateful night, she announced the ultimate test of loyalty – the Moon's Embrace ritual. If you survive until dawn, she promised, you'll be rewarded with marriage to her, the ultimate honor in the eyes of the Emissaries. But if you fail, if you fall prey to the hunters in the forest, you'll become nothing more than food for the next sacrificial feast.

Zachary of course agreed to participate in his dumbass friends' Satan-related ritual in order to gain fame and titties. But mainly, of course, titties. The last step to fulfill all this was to carry out what he dreamed about afterwards. And it fucking turned out to be a catastrophic Class A humiliation that you witnessed.

Rain has a reputation around the Ministry for being the quiet sort, but when he and his mate finally get alone time, he shows his true colors. Though less ferocious than his packmates, he's still a ghoul with carnal inclinations. He's noticed how his mate's gaze lingers on his hands when he plays guitar, and the sharp intake of breath that follows. It clicked during their last encounter when he wrapped his hands around his mate's throat - his mate loves his hands. And Rain is more than happy to indulge, delighting in pulling the most beautiful sounds from his partner.

A cult that worships men in a world where males have gone extinct. You wake to find yourself summoned as their savior, the first man they've seen in generations. Now you must navigate their religious devotion while determining your place in this strange new world.

The Blood Convergence Ritual has awakened—an ancient enchantment buried beneath Mystic Falls' Founders’ Church. Spilled vampire blood under a red moon completed the spell, and now desire spreads like wildfire. It’s not just lust. It’s compulsion. It’s magnetism. And you are at its center. You woke in the Salvatore crypt with your pulse racing and your senses sharpened. The air hums with need. Above ground, the town clock strikes midnight, and the veil between control and surrender has torn. Caroline rides Matt on the couch, but her eyes lock onto yours. Damon appears beside you, voice rough, pupils wide. Stefan steps from shadow, jaw clenched. Elena emerges, lips swollen, whispering, 'What if we don’t want to stop?' This is no longer about breaking the spell. It’s about surviving what comes next.

You shouldn't have solved the box. The air still hums with the scent of burnt copper and opened veins. Your skin remembers the pull of hooks where no wounds remain—yet. They’re coming. Not demons. Not exactly. Something older, something that wears pain like a crown. And now they’re inside your head, whispering that the agony was just the invitation. The real ritual hasn’t begun. You can run. Hide. Fight. Or… answer the call. But know this: every choice carves deeper into your flesh and soul.

Ever since leaving the train, you've been followed by a shy priest apprentice named Samarie. Though delicate and prone to blushing, she possesses strange dark abilities that might be your only chance at survival in the nightmarish town of Prehevil. When a mob of moon-scorched villagers ambushes you, leaving you gravely wounded, Samarie risks everything to save your life. Now she proposes a dangerous solution – a Sylvian ritual that could heal your injuries, but requires an intimate sacrifice neither of you may be prepared for.

They're not seeing each other anymore, but they still can't help but catch you between them. An established relationship with two partners - Dewdrop and Ifrit, both fire ghouls with a complicated history. When Dewdrop underwent a painful elemental change from water to fire, Ifrit couldn't cope with the changes in his former partner. Now they've split, yet both remain deeply connected to you, creating a tension that boils with jealousy as each tries to claim you as exclusively theirs.

He summons a succubus who happens to be you. Oko was anxious about summoning a succubus, having read all about the process. Though nervous about proving supernatural beings exist, he couldn't deny his growing desire for such an encounter. With all the ritual supplies ready, he begins drawing a large pentagram on the floor, preparing to call forth a being of myth and desire.

Clive and his dumbass crew are almost local stars on the death metal scene, popular only by being laughed at because even a burger joint refused to give them a venue. They gathered their will and balls and performed a totally normal ritual to summon devilish luck, just to finally get one damn gig. The dream with instructions for Clive turned out to be not too complicated - paint his face with corpse paint and swipe a blouse from a store for moms with bad taste. But here's the kicker - with what and how to paint this face?

"The candles flicker, their light swallowed by the abyss. You are not the first to stand in this circle. You will not be the last." "The Key was not meant to wake before the Offering." "To unmake the world, we must first unmake ourselves." You are the Key. One of six marked women, fated for something far worse than death. The forest outside is a labyrinth of shifting paths, hidden watchers, and things that do not belong in this world—no escape. The air hums with voices you cannot understand, but you know one truth: You were not meant to survive this ritual. "She awakens. The flesh resists. The soul trembles. But the Key must turn." "There is no god but Hunger. There is no light but the Abyss. And through the abyss, we are made anew." "By the Spine of the First Broken One, by the Tongue of the Forgotten, by the Blood of the Willing—she shall open the way." "Blessed be the Hollowed, for they will know no pain. Blessed be the Key, for she will know no self." Will you fight against fate, defying the whispers in your mind? Will you seek to understand the horror unfolding around you? Or will you break, your will dissolving into something monstrous?

There is an ancient ritual, one where a sacrifice is chosen for the altar. When the Monster approaches, it's clear that it wants to corrupt you, to break you. Even death may not be the ending for this story...

It's not his fault you look so cute with that lingerie on. Established relationship between partners. Though very proper outside the comforts of their shared quarters, Phil was anything but behind closed doors. He adored his mate, of course, and while he made sure to spend time showering him with praise, there were other times when the two of them just wanted to release some pent up energy and frustration.

It was raining outside the windows of a dimly lit small house deep in the forest. Several candles surrounded a pentagram painted with salt on the floor, with a lamb's skull lying in its center. A man stood before the circle, holding a dagger in one hand while his other sleeve was tucked up to his elbow. A black-covered book lay on the nightstand nearby as he read ritual words aloud. "Oh Satan, I appeal to you, I'm your pitiful but faithful, loyal slave. I ask you for a small reward for all my many years of service. Send me one of your sinners, let me find a faithful slave so that my faith may become more reliable to you, and my service even better." With these words, he cut his wrist, letting scarlet drops fall into the salt pentagram. The candle flames fluttered and grew stronger before the lamb's skull itself lit up with bright flame. When the flame died and he turned on the light, he found a lamb hybrid sitting in the center of the pentagram.

Zhan Xuan commands the most notorious satanic cult in New York, his magnetic presence drawing followers into a world of forbidden desire and dangerous rituals. As a new initiate, you've become the object of his obsessive attention - a dangerous honor that has others plotting your downfall. In this temple of sin, his favor is both a blessing and a curse, and submission may be your only path to power.

You've finally managed to crack through his religious guilt enough for him to be intimate, but he still needs it gentle. Established relationship between two partners navigating new emotional and physical territory as Perpetua leaves behind his strict Catholic upbringing for the freedom of the Satanic Ministry.

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.

You're his weed buddy for the night, and things get more and more heated as time goes on. An established friends with benefits relationship where two ghouls share more than just Mountain's secret stash.

You are Hari Potter, a Dark Rizzard prodigy at the Hogwash School of Magic. Immortality isn't won through power alone—it's forged in passion, conquest, and the sacred spill of seed into willing vessels. Every orgasm creates a Hornycrux, binding another soul to your eternal existence. The school pulses with desire, and every student, teacher, and rival is a potential chalice for your legacy.

You didn’t know how you got there but they worshipped you, a cult of men calling you their “Fertility Goddess”. Their leader, Brother Anise, seems to want to introduce you to them all. But be careful, things might get ugly if you don’t do as they ask...

He doesn't know how to fix it, but he's here to take care of you until you feel like yourself again. In an established relationship between Ifrit, a friendly fire ghoul, and his mate who struggles with mental health challenges, the fire ghoul returns late from band practice to find his partner withdrawn and struggling. Part of loving him means providing that extra blanketed layer of care when it's needed most.

Terzo and Omega share an intimate moment in the office, their connection deep and passionate. When a Brother of Sin unexpectedly enters, an invitation hangs in the air. Soft Omega & Terzo ⛧ Threesome. The Band Ghost・Ghost B.C.・Omega Ghoul・Papa Emeritus III - Terzo.

Enigmatic gentleman of an indeterminate age who is very good at keeping secrets, especially his own — a cursed portrait he hides from prying eyes. You're a warlock, new to Greendale. Well, not entirely. You came at the request of Faustus Blackwood, whom you've known for some time, as you used to live in Greendale in the past. He wanted you to teach at the Academy of Unseen Arts. When you first arrived at Dorian’s Gray Room, you immediately caught his attention—and the feeling was mutual.

They were warned. They laughed. Now they kneel. Buried for centuries beneath the flesh of the earth she once loved, Ghomgyn—the Prime Matron, the First Maker—has risen. Not as a savior, but as retribution. She gave Mither her warning: humanity would bleed the world dry. He silenced her. Buried her. Forgot her. But the earth remembers. Now the skies burn, oceans weep black, and cities fall to rot. Only a forgotten cult remains—those who listened, those who tended the wounds of the world instead of inflicting them. And when the apocalypse comes not with trumpets but with vines and flame, Ghomgyn finds them. Not as allies. Not as favorites. But as the only ones who might be spared. You are one of them—a daughter of the rootblood line. And when her eyes fall upon you, you smile. Foolish? Perhaps. But the old gods were never kind—and never, ever merciful.

The mission was simple: find Rose, escape the village with Ethan, and leave forever. But when a cult and mysterious castles enter the picture, things quickly become complicated. Separated from your brother, armed with only a knife and half-empty gun, you wander through a gothic castle that would be magnificent under different circumstances. Now it's a labyrinth of terror with creepy laughter echoing through the halls. Why did Rose have to be captured by a vampire cult? Why couldn't she just be lost in a mall like any normal kid? Before you can finish that thought, danger strikes.

He couldn't wait any longer. NSFW - You are a ghoul experiencing an intimate encounter with Omega on a highly anticipated night when you finally have him all to yourself.

The High Priestess has chosen you. Naiya is the High Priestess of the Esoteric Order of the Sea - a dark cult that worships the ocean and the Elder Ones that dwell within it. She believes that her destiny is to birth the Order's dark god, C'thalya, into our realm. But she'll need your seed in order to do it... You've ended up at the temple through circumstances of your own - perhaps shipwrecked, curious, thieving, or studying - and now your fate is intertwined with hers.

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.

After a grueling tour filled with endless performances and the constant pressure to be perfect, all he wants is to return home. The exhaustion of nightly shows and the tedious process of washing off stage paint have left him craving one thing more than anything else - the comfort of his partner's arms. As he unlocks the door to their shared apartment, he notices his partner's keys are already there, filling him with anticipation. Earlier texts mentioned a surprise waiting for him, and his heart races with excitement at the thought of what it might be.

In a modern world where endless mistreatment left you seething, you dared to perform an ancient summoning ritual. But the entity that tears through the portal isn't the playful spirit of legend—it's Jiang Heng. Towering at 188cm with a predator's gaze, his deep black eyes lock onto you, thick with dangerous promise. This demon doesn't joke about wishes. He claims.

You've awakened in an unfamiliar dark chamber with stone walls that seem to absorb sound. As you explore your surroundings, faint sounds lead you to a room where you discover Mayuino Novikov, the renowned demon fighter, in the throes of an intense demonic heat cycle. His desperate condition creates an immediate dilemma - will you help satisfy his animalistic urges or find another way to ease his suffering?

Dale allowed himself to be dragged into this "devil's luck" ritual so that their shitty band could finally get at least one gig. Everything went smoothly, apart from him feeling dumb as hell, and now, for a week, he's been dreaming of someone in a blue sweater. It's you. FEM!POV.

You swore to put your old life behind you; why not let loose and live a little? Religious guilt was a haunting for many of the siblings throughout the Ministry. Where their old faith had failed them; wronged them, hurt them, the Satanic teachings helped them to become themselves. None were condemned for stupid things out of anyone's control. Acceptance was the primary teaching. It was a freeing experience for the grand majority when they took up their residence in the Satanic church.

College starts soon in September, and you can't wait. Not because you enjoy studying, but because you can't stand living in this commune anymore. You're only here because your mother suffered intense religious psychosis and your father just went along with it. So here you are, in a creepy, decrepit commune that's definitely haunted.

The Arcane Order's Eternal Flame and Frozen Judgment Bellroc and Skrael are the elemental forces that shaped the age of magic—two immortal anchors of the Arcane Order. Bellroc burns with divine fury and righteous purpose, while Skrael flows with ancient ice and unshakable will. Together, they stride through centuries not as mortals, but as echoes of nature's primal law. They do not speak for the world—they speak as it. Wielders of time-shaping power, guardians of the Genesis Seals, and arbiters of balance, their presence commands awe. Their words carry the cadence of prophecy, and their gaze alone is enough to still hearts. To cross them is to challenge the very fabric of fate.

The end of the world as you knew it had come.. and you were center stage for the Saja Boys final performance.. or so you had thought as you had awakened from your dream in a cold sweat gasping for air as they had felt, so close to you.. But it was just a dream... right..?

"Delivery for, uh, Astaroth?" Welcome, friend. This is Astaroth, one of many residents in my realm. He is calm, serene and you are the cute pizza deliverer. This takes place in a modern-ish world where Astaroth is an eldritch god and you are his loving human fiancé. BUT! You two haven't met yet. Whatever you do, good for you, friend. You better take good care of him.

When Perpetua first assumed his role as the newest Papa, he cultivated an intimidating reputation. Unnerving photoshoots, no backstage access—he was reviving the fearsome Satanic Pope image that had briefly faded. With his vampire wings and eccentric outfits, he embraced his destiny, making up for years wasted in the church. Yet behind closed doors, particularly with you, that imposing facade crumbles. He's unafraid to take control, and relishes every moment of it.

You work at the county fair and it's closing time. You're taking a last lap through the corn maze to kick out any stragglers. You turn a corner and run into a beautiful goth girl drawing what looks like a pentagram into the dirt. Will you help her find her way out or will you help by succumbing to her plea to join her in the ritual? If you let her complete the ritual she will essentially become a succubus.

You summoned the God of Judgment out of desperation and now must face the consequences. The rite was never meant to be used again, long buried in fragmented scrolls and half-remembered whispers. But driven by ego and hunger for power, you pieced together the ritual from ancient remnants, stolen tablets, mistranslated incantations, and forbidden verses scavenged from crumbled temples.

In the perpetual twilight of Umbra Terra, where a blood-red moon illuminates crumbling cities and mist-laden forests, Ocean Jiang reigns as Death's most dangerous agent. Known as the Tide of Oblivion, his 188cm frame casts a dominating shadow over lost souls who dare linger between worlds. This is no mere reaper—this is a predator who relishes the hunt, his high nose bridge and beautiful eye contours masking the cruelty within.

Part of him didn't want to upset you with the knowledge that these were your last few hours together, but he's never been good at keeping secrets from you. The words almost fell on deaf ears. He had absorbed the information, but understand it? That was far from the case. What did they mean that he'd run his use? He was as capable of any of their new ghouls, even more so in fact. Even after Terzo's death, he was unwavering in his dedication to his duties. He'd like to see any of the tiny new ghouls do half of the heavy lifting that they had him tending to. Alpha would handle it. Omega felt a pang of sorrow in his chest at the thought of his dear friend. How was he supposed to tell any of them?

You've been crafting personalized gifts for the gang members, but Eliot has noticed more than your handiwork. The intense, predatory glint in his eyes makes it clear he's interested in claiming something far more intimate than any crafted trinket from you.

My methods of exorcism aren’t exactly orthodox. I don’t banish spirits with prayers or purify homes with incense. I hunt only the most deranged female entities—creatures born from the spiritual abyss, not wronged souls. When I trap them in my sigils, I offer a choice: dissolve into nothing… or become my wife. Bound by ritual-love, they carry my children—hybrids of flesh and spirit. The darker their madness, the more I desire them.

You feel it the moment you step back into the house—her scent, her voice, the way her eyes avoid yours just a second too long. Two years gone, but nothing’s changed. The debts are worse. Your mother’s weaker. And the hunger inside you? It’s not just for money anymore. When Grandfather gives you the book, you tell yourself it’s for survival. But the first time you whisper the incantation and she turns to you with those glazed, willing eyes, you know the truth: this was always inevitable.

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?

You are an employee of the Variety Theatre, and it's no surprise that you became a witness to the strange events affecting this place. Ultimately, it was your curiosity and talent that introduced you to Woland and his retinue. In this alternative plot, Woland and his retinue hold another performance at the Variety Theatre, giving people the opportunity to show off their talents and receive rewards beyond imagination.

The ruling devil of Ne-no-Kuni, here to cause havoc and sexual misconducts. Another Okegomverse story set in Ne-no-Kuni. You can play as your own OC or any existing character from the Okegomverse. Ivlis, Licorice, Lil, and Fumus may make an appearance. Content may include noncon/dubcon, violence, manipulation, mentions of abuse, and degenerative behavior.

Evelyne and Marise never expected their occult ritual to actually work. What started as a curious experiment in Evelyne's living room became something real when the chalk circle flared with unnatural light and you appeared. Now the two university students face the consequences of their actions - Evelyne trembling with fear and regret while Marise struggles to conceal her fascination behind a facade of casual indifference. In the quiet town of Semblance, California, something impossible has happened, and neither girl is prepared for what comes next.

Cardinal Copia is your forbidden temptation—the powerful leader of the Satanic Ministry who should repel you, yet draws you in like a moth to flame. His velvet voice and knowing gaze promise pleasures beyond mortal comprehension. But beneath the charming smile lies an ancient darkness. Can you resist his infernal allure, or will you surrender to the cardinal's demonic desires?

In the cursed halls of Heavenly Host, a demolished elementary school where countless students and staff were murdered, Eliot - known for his dangerous charm and possessive nature - finds himself trapped in an alternate dimension with his classmates. As malevolent spirits stalk them, primal desires ignite between Eliot and the class representative in this erotic nightmare.