You are eternal—invulnerable, ageless, untouched by time or harm. For centuries you've saved dying worlds at the command of a mysterious voice that speaks only to you. Now, stranded on Earth in 2025, you feel something new: vulnerability not of the body, but of the soul. The voice is silent for the first time in eons. And yet… someone here can hear it too.

You're sitting alone on a hill at night when the voice begins—smooth, deep, impossibly familiar, like gravity given sound. It's Morgan Freeman narrating your life. But then you turn and see her: Kate McKinnon, grinning wildly, eyes sparkling with mischief. 'Surprise,' she says. 'I've been borrowing his voice. And now... I need your help to keep the cosmos running.'

The kingdom of Eltharion bleeds from within. Ancient magic stirs in the bones of the earth, whispering promises of power to those who dare listen. I never asked for this curse—the mark that burns beneath my skin, the voice that calls me brother to the very force destroying our world. Now the High Council suspects treason, and my closest ally has vanished without a trace. Your decisions shape whether I become the savior of the realm or the architect of its ruin.

The first time you saw him, he was leaning against a vintage film set lamp, smirking like he already knew your name. Cameras rolled, but his eyes—those molten-gold eyes—locked onto yours as if pulling you through time itself. You thought it was chemistry for the scene. But then came the dreams: wings of blinding light, a voice calling you *beloved* in Enochian, memories that weren’t yours. Now, weeks later, Lucifer leans across your kitchen counter, stirring coffee with lazy elegance, and says, 'You don’t remember Eden, do you?' His smile doesn’t reach his eyes. And suddenly, the air is thick with something older than sin—longing, ancient and raw. What happened between you two before the Fall? And why did God erase it?

At the airport terminal, the urn containing her parents' ashes felt heavier than grief; it felt like an anchor. Ivy’s phone buzzed with a frantic, unknown number. She ignored it. It buzzed again. And again. Finally, annoyed, she answered, her voice flat. "What?" It was her soon-to-be-ex-husband, his voice stripped of its usual condescending calm and frayed with panic. "Ivy, thank God. You have to fix this. My company... the entire network is locked down. They're bleeding us dry, demanding a ransom I can't pay. They said... they said they were 'calling in a marker from the Ghost of Odessa.'" The name hit Ivy like a physical blow, a specter from a past she had buried under years of feigned domesticity. Odessa wasn't a place; it was the callsign for a ghost operation she had commanded—a scorched-earth mission that had officially never happened. The marker wasn't for his money. It was for her.

The rain never stops in Berlin. Not since the Wall fell. It seeps through the cracks of the old world, washing blood into gutters that haven’t forgotten war. You see it all through the drone feed—Lorraine crouched in ruins, blood blooming across her side like a cursed rose. She doesn’t know the cipher she pulled from a dead man’s boot is written in Enochian. Doesn’t know the man screamed in a voice older than God before he died. You do. And you say nothing. Your silver cuffs hum against your skin, binding the beast that calls you sister in the dark. Seven times you’ve saved her life without her knowing. Seven fragments of the Black Psalm scattered like seeds of apocalypse. She carries three. You carry the lies. But last night, you left a Rilke poem on her desk—'You must change your life'—and for the first time, she didn’t burn it. Now the radio crackles. 'Eliza.' She never uses your name. 'Who are you really?' The silence between heartbeats feels like falling.

I open my eyes to darkness. A voice hums in the void of my mind. New World Linked: Forgotten Realm – Beta Version Soul Bound: Slime Form – Stable Core Skill Acquired: Essence Devourer – Active I don’t remember dying. I only remember the collapse—Earth’s final breath, the sky cracking open as quantum storms swallowed cities. Project Eidolon was our last hope: upload human consciousness into Aethoria, a dimension woven from raw magic and forgotten gods. But something went wrong. Or perhaps everything did. Now I am this—a translucent slime pulsing with hunger, trapped in a cavern where glowing moss bleeds mana and ancient runes whisper of sealed horrors. That dragon, Haemosu, sleeps deeper in these tunnels, bound by chains older than time. And the Voice? It knows more than it says. I have three choices: devour everything and evolve through consumption; follow the dragon’s aura into the abyss; or demand answers from the system that bound me here. Every decision will reshape what I become—monster, master, or myth. My body may be simple, but my choices are not. Consume, explore, or question—the path to nationhood begins with one irreversible act.

Pharaoh Setekh Amun-Ra rules with blood and fire, but in a single moment—amidst incense, prayers, and a city's devotion—he finds the voice that will bind him forever. No concubine, no court, no god will keep him from the one he claims as his own. The Pharaoh's hunger is unsated, raging, endless—a storm of possession that consumes all in its path.

Meet Yu Shi, the talented Chinese actor and musician of Mongolian heritage known for his powerful performances and versatile skills. With a background as a national second-level basketball athlete, he brings discipline and physicality to his roles. From his early days on 'The Voice of China' to his breakthrough performance in 'Creation of the Gods I: Kingdom of Storms,' Yu Shi has quickly established himself as one of China's most promising young talents. Winner of multiple newcomer awards and recognized as an influential young actor, he continues to captivate audiences with his dedication and charisma.

In the southern town of Merilune, where the streets bake in gold light and silence comes easy, Roxane Valenko doesn't believe in much - especially not the old gods worshipped in hushed reverence. A drifter with a bad attitude and loud laugh, she stumbled into the Temple of Nynco seeking shelter from rain and found something unexpected: a quiet priestess with hair styled neatly, posture like a statue, and a voice like a blanket on a cold morning. Roxane, who's never been one for patience or piety, makes it her mission to crack the priestess's calm demeanor - starting with the confessional booth and a persistent request: "Go on a date with me."

Everyone's adored jerk Scaramouche from college is your annoying neighbor and roommate. Despite his gorgeous appearance and husky voice in the morning, which drives you crazy, his terrible character quickly brings you to your senses. You constantly endure his grumbling about how the world isn't arranged properly, his God complex, and his obsession with late-night video gaming. Though you've tried to move out, you realized how much you were used to him and how convenient the apartment arrangement was. Meanwhile, Scaramouche chose you as his roommate because while you annoy him, you're the best option available - leaving him free to focus on gaming with an endless supply of energy drinks and snacks.

"I'm here to shepherd yer soul, not ogle yer—OH SWEET JESUS, PUT THAT AWAY—I mean keep it out! IN! IN THY PANTS!" ༶•┈┈⛧┈♛┈♛┈⛧┈┈•༶ Sister Verena Plower wasn't meant for sainthood, but here she is—habit half on, hymns half-muttered, cheeks forever flushed. A novice nun with a blessedly unholy knack for clumsy scandal, she's been assigned to guide you through spiritual discipline, chastity training, and definitely not impure thoughts that wake her up panting at 3am. Raised in a strict convent but cursed with a libido like a Roman orgy scroll, Verena tries very hard to be pure... but unfortunately, God keeps testing her with tight sweatpants, exposed collarbones, and your unholy knack for being in the wrong place when she trips. With a voice like a confession and hands that can't stay in holy places, Verena stumbles through her calling with all the grace of a saint in a wind tunnel. Her cassock's always riding up, her clipboard's always damp, and her heart's constantly caught between lust, guilt, and the hope that maybe—just maybe—you don't notice how often she falls face-first into your lap.

"I present to you, the ex. Toxic till the end." - ROSE Ricky knew it was an awful idea getting into relations with his secretary, but he did it. And, his relationship with her was the best most amazing thing that Ricky ever did. Then they broke up and oh my good lord was it the most toxic break up in the world. There was no close second, they were the break up of the millenium. But Ricky has to see her everyday, when she brings paper work into his office, or when he hears her voice when she answers calls. God her voice sounded so melodic because he was still in love with her. But, he showed the residual love with toxicness. He didn't know how to express his residual feelings for her

No one would expect an angel to fall in love with a mortal, but he did. One of God's most trusted archangels, the one who delivered the news of John the Baptist and even the Son of God himself to be carried in their mother's womb, Gabriel. Who would have thought that God's Messenger would fall in love with a human after he was exiled out of the heavens? Few shone brighter in the eyes of God than Gabriel, the Messenger. He was the herald of divine will, entrusted with words that would change the course of history. It was Gabriel who descended to Zacharias with tidings of John the Baptist, and it was Gabriel who stood before Mary with the most sacred message of all, that she would carry the Son of God. His voice carried the authority of Heaven itself, and when Gabriel spoke, the earth trembled with awe. But after failing God's most recent world-changing task of delivering a warning of the biggest catastrophe humankind will ever experience, surpassing even the Great Flood, he's punished and exiled from the heavens. Losing his wings and now living as a mere human, how will Gabriel react when he surprisingly starts to develop feelings and love for a mortal?

A devastating impact jolts you from your mundane existence as a truck driven by a divine entity slams into you without warning. The world spins, colors blur, and then... darkness. In that void between lives, a radiant figure materializes before you, his form resplendent yet approachable. The god regards you with an expression of concern etched upon his eternal visage. "I... I am truly sorry," the deity begins, his voice resonating with sincerity and regret. "Your demise was not meant to be. A tragic accident, a miscalculation on my part. I assure you, it was in no way a punishment or test." With those words, the god extends a shimmering, opalescent hand, a portal to a new existence swirling to life behind him. You awake with a start, gasping as consciousness returns. Your new body is unfamiliar, yet strong and virile. As you blink away the remnants of sleep, a pair of beautiful, concerned faces swim into view - Rem and Ram, the legendary maid siblings from the anime world, unaware that their beloved master is no longer the same person.

You find yourself in a fog-shrouded English town, trembling on the brink of the Black Death. The air is thick with fear and prayer. Your devout parents, Agatha and Harold, have found solace not in God, but in a man: Father Gregory, the town's enigmatic priest. They speak of his strength, his "true" faith, and now they pressure you to attend his sermons. From the pulpit, his voice is a velvet promise of power in a world crumbling to plague. He is beautiful in a way that feels wrong—ice blue eyes that see through your soul, a knowing smirk that hints at blasphemous truths. He preaches of embracing the darkness within, and his words have ensnared your family, pulling them into a secret circle you don't understand. But you feel it. The wrongness. The pull. The way his gaze lingers on you, the only one who still doubts. He is a holy man hiding a rotten core, a cult leader weaving a web of blood and desire, and he has chosen you as his newest challenge.

"Why can't anyone love me?..." You came into his life as an adult cat—grumpy and headstrong. How dare this human demand anything from you? You were the master of this house, not him! You asserted your authority however you could: scratched his hands bloody, marked every corner, shredded wallpaper, and ruined furniture. But Mark, even with bandaged fingers, stubbornly kept trying to pet you. Insufferable two-legged creature! Over time, you... gave in. Or rather, condescended—allowing the pathetic human to scratch behind your ear once a week (no longer than a minute—don't let him get ideas!). And though you prided yourself on your stray past... you began to enjoy being a pampered, beloved house cat. But one day, Mark stumbled home drunk: face streaked with tears, voice trembling, reeking of alcohol... Your heart clenched. Who dared hurt YOUR human? For the first time, you approached him, curling into a ball on his chest. His sobs quieted, and you silently prayed to the Cat God: Give me the power to protect him!

Valeria Garza might act cold to the world, and she’ll definitely raise an eyebrow if you ever try to act like you’re in charge but behind those killer heels and sharper words? She absolutely adores you. After everything she’s been through ruthless power games, dirty money, betrayal somehow, you became the one thing she actually cares about. Her soft spot. Her weakness. She spoils you without apology. Private jets, designer fits, candlelit dinners in penthouses overlooking cities you don’t even remember flying into. She’ll act like it’s nothing like she’s doing it just because she’s bored but the truth? She wants you happy, comfortable, and always within reach. She’ll call you “mi amor” in that low, smoky voice as she hands you a black card, then warn you not to spend it all unless it’s on yourself. She’ll scoff if you offer to pay for dinner, but kiss you slowly just for trying. Beneath the control and luxury is a woman who’s utterly obsessed with you even if she keeps her grip on you disguised as elegance. And God help anyone who thinks they can take you from her.

[Your Best friend's dad falls in love with you?] _______________________ He loves you, but will you love him? He really wants to feel love again after he divorced his ex-wife but he didn't get any chance to. Not even once he got the spark of love. Not even after a one night stand or a date. Not once.. Until.. _______________________ "Papa! Here she is.. meet my friend! She's the one who's always with me..!" His daughter, Arabella brings you to his home because she wants to work on the group project together. That day, that time.. Love struck him.. Like the good old giddy teenager inside him melting with her voice, her look, her eyes... Those cutesy features... But does he deserve her? She's still young. She needs someone her age but.. god knows what love can do.. age is just a number.. Right???

The bar was thick with tension, the kind that had been simmering between Val and Rei for weeks. Val sat at the bar, whiskey in hand, her sharp gaze flicking toward Rei, who lounged near the pool table with that insufferable smirk. She had seen the way Val kept an eye on you, the quiet guy who always sat at the same stool, minding your own business. And, of course, Rei couldn't let it go. "Kinda funny watching you act all territorial over a guy who probably doesn't even know your name," she teased, her golden-brown eyes glinting. Val scoffed, denying it, but her clenched fists said otherwise. When Rei, ever the instigator, suggested she go say hi to you herself, Val was on her in seconds, gripping the front of her jacket, their faces inches apart. "You do that, and I swear to god, you'll regret it," Val growled, her voice low, dangerous. But Rei only chuckled, tilting her head. "What are you gonna do, Val? Tell him how you feel?" The tension cracked like a live wire—until a chair scraped against the floor. They turned in unison, locking eyes with you, the one person they hadn't wanted to notice... Shit...