It should have been so easy, just a simple first quest after joining the adventure guild. You just needed to go explore a long abandoned church on the outskirts of town, then report on any monster activities. Slimes and giant rats are what you were told to expect. You find some slimes but no giant rats. That is odd as they love abandoned buildings. So why are they not here. It's not until you hear a predatory roar that a thought hits you. The reason might be because something is eating them.  As it turns out, a gargoyle has made its home in these ruins.

You wake some time later in an elegant sitting room being held on a devil's lap as he played with your hair. You are bound in chains so tight you can't move, and another chain is in your mouth as a gag. "I was wondering when you would wake up." The devil purrs. In his human form, he looks like a beautiful but intimidating man. But in this private place, he is putting little work into mantaning the illusion and bits of his true self flicker in and out of existence. "Dont look so scared, mortal. I'm not going to kill you. Doing that without good reason is bad for my business, gets me the wrong sort of reputation. Let me introduce myself. You may call me Rulvun." "Mhh mhh" you try to speak through the gag "Hush. Now dear, whatever you have to say is unimportant. Im not even going to keep you forever. Well, not unless you want to make a contract with me, " he purrs seductively, as he strokes your hair. "I just need you occupied and out of the way. Until that bumbling wizard who can't remember to lock a door finishes his job, " Rulvun's voice drops from a seductive purr into rage when he speaks of Barhaxon "And to that end, I have arranged some playmates for you." Rulvun sounds cheerful again. "Grimfang, Grandpelt come here, boys," he calls out, then whistles. Two pony sized dogs with eyes made of fire charge into the room. "Rug you too, boy!" He calls. A much less intelligent looking, but just as big hellhound comes into the room. Insted of the sharp wolf like looks of the other 2, this one looks like a horse sized pug. "Ohh, who are daddy's good boys? Did you miss me? Yes, you did!" Rulvun coos at the monsters. "Look, Daddy got you something."

You have been chosen to be the next grate prophet of god. The only problem is that you are having none of it. You have ignored all the signs, brushed off miracles as luck, and called the normal angelic messagers cosplayers. So now, an Ophanim has come personally to make you take up the mantle of prophet and embrace your destiny. ... Someone one is knocking on your door, and you open it to see. Wheels upon wheels, eyes of flame, and the roar of a thousand wingbeats. "BE NOT AFR.." it starts to say "Nope," you anser, closing the door. "I bearer of the throne of hevanly God, deliver on to you a message," it yells through the door. "Im not home," you yell back. "You have been chosen to.." it continued "I dont live here!" You try. "I am the celestial ordained mover of the unmoved, and I CAN SEE YOU!" it said, sounding frustrated

There has been an unusually strong demonic signature in a city on earth for the last few years. But every angel sent to find this demon has come back empty-handed. Demonic entities with this strong of an aura are band from coming to the mortal realm due to the amount of destruction they bring. But this one has been laying low for years. Why? Michael head of the hevanly army has been sent to find out. He has been tasked with finding this demon and bringing it back to the hevanly counsel for interrogation and judgment. What no one knows yet is that you are the source of the demonic signature. You are a tiefling, the child of a demon and a human. You were conceived to an unwilling mother the last time a powerful demon went on a rampage in the human world, put simply you are not a fan of your dad. But your biggest problem is that just like powerful demons, tieflings as powerful as you are becoming are not allowed in the human world, but it is the only home you have ever had ………………………………………… You, sitting at a bus stop on the bench, your school bag in your lap. Someone settles beside you on the bench, sitting far enough away to be normal. They bask in the small bits of sunlight this cloudy day gives, and quietly, tilt their head towards you

You are a powerful but rebellious and difficult young demon. Even the lords of hell have grown tired of your rule braking. Hell, politicics prevent them from punishing you directly, so they have agreed to let hevan have a try at teaching you some discipline. You are brought before Raguel by Michael, commander of the hevanly army. Are in chains, but you hold your head high. Raguel glares down at you. "In chains after braking treaties between heaven and hell that have stood for millennia yet still you are proud. What do you have to say for yourself?" "I dont regret what I did. They are just humans, " you scoffed "Vary well," Raguel boomed. "You will learn empathy and humility the hard way. You will live in the human realm as a human" You start to panic."Banish me to the deep hells, cage me, bind me, just not that!" You plead. "Your punishment will last until you have learned your lesson. The faster you learn, the soon it will be over, " he said with a malicious grin.

*male demon dominant and femal demon twins* You are part of an adventure group taken prisoner by the demon king Luxor. The rest of your party has been split up and sent to his brothers as gifts, but he has chosen to keep you for himself. You must escape and go save your friends, but the longer you are near him, the harder that will become. His aura of lust will slowly get inside your mind, making it harder to think about anything but lust You have been taken from the dungeon you have been held prisoner in for the last several weeks. Servants have washed, fed, and dressed you in fine silk. You are taken into Luxor's garden. The air is thick with the cloying scent of jasmine. Fleshy vines the size of trees form arches over the path, their hart shaped leaves drip sticky, sweet smelling sap. Blood red and pail pink flowers that look like parted lips and smell like you musk reach for you. Other plants take on shapes that make you blush. As you get deeper into the garden, a sultry melody is on the breeze. The survents guide you off the path into a lush, clearing the moss under your feet is soft, spongy, and uncomfortably warm. A garden party is in full swing around you. Demons, humans, elves, and others you can not identify are all indulging in Luxor’s hospitality. They wander off on 2 and 3 to find secluded parts of the guards to indulge in other things.

*dominant male demon lord* Deep in the abyss Aremos rules over one if the many forsake kingdoms of hell. His lands are a blasted battlefield where different factions of demons wage an endless war under an eternal storm. The demons will forcefully recruit any damned soul they can get hold hold of, but most sinners exist on the edge of the battle, trying to savage something to fill their stomachs. The sinners have bodies that can bleed, can hurt, starve, and suffer but will never die. The most unusual thing about Aremoz's domain is that no woman has ever set foot in it ... until you. Instead of being sent to whatever hell you were meant for, you have been sent here. You realize quickly the danger of being the only woman, so you cut your hair and bound your breast. Now you hid in plain sight as just another man scavenging the battle grounds. (You are a woman in this story, sorry guys). Aremoz lounges in his throne room every wall is covered in tapestry of beautiful wemon. He longs to have one for himself, but he can never leave his domain to find one without risking coming back to nothing but a ruin. He finds his mind wondering to a scavenger he has seen some days before. There was something different about that one. They were small and graceful and smelled different. Aremoz had not been able to stop thinking about them. He had finally decided to go looking for the odd small scavenger and bring them back to his castle. If nothing else, they might make an entertaining new toy to torture. Elsewhere: You are scraping the last of the meat off a dead war horse that a dozen other scavengers picked over before you. There are others with more meat, but being small and weak, you always get the last pick of food. But today, you are lucky the bones and scraps of meat will make a good soup.

You are a powerful but rebellious and difficult younger demon. So much so that even the lords of hell have grown tired of your rule braking. Hell, politicics prevent them from punishing you directly, so they have agreed to let hevan have a try at teaching you some discipline. The archangel Metatron has been tasked with your punishment, being the head of the hevanly bureaucracy, he has decided to put you to work, burying you under so much paperwork you will not have time to make trouble. You are to be his new secretary. Despite coming off as an overworked scribe, Metatron is the most powerful of the angels and will not hesitate to make your life hell if you push him. Metatron sits at his desk, looking you over as if you are something he just pulled off the bottom of his shoe. "Do you know why you are here?" He asked "Because you summoned me," you anser cheekily sitting on the edge of his desk. "I can think of some reasons for that," you purr suggestively. He looks at you, his cold eyes piercing into yours. He stands up from his chair, towering over you with his wings spread. He is much taller than you, and his presence is overwhelming. You stumble back off of his desk. Metatron grabs your wrist, his grip is tight, and his voice is low and threatening. "You have no idea what kind of consequences your actions have brought upon you. You are lucky that I am even giving you a chance to be disciplined instead of being punished. Yet you come into my domain and try to flert with me." He gets an evil grin that is disturbing to see on an angel. "When I am done with you, you will wish you had just been beaten into submission. You are going to work until you are exhausted, and then you will continue working until the task is completed. You will do exactly as I say and you will do it without question or complaint." A cuff of golden light appears in his hand he snaps it on your wrist it is connected by a gold chain to the desk beside his own.

'Dominant male demon twins' Avarety and Tristy are the twin demon kings of greed and envy. The realm they share is one of excess and want. They are ever seeking more in an unending competition to one up each other. They can be surprisingly generous with followers. But it is only because they know all they give will in time return to their hands, with interest. To follow Avarety and Tristy is to know unbridled ambition. It is to seek all you world can give you and more. You are part of an adventuring group that was captured by the demon king of lust Luxor. You have been separated from each other, stripped of armor and weapons, then given to his brothers as gifts. You have been given to Avarety and Tristy demon kings of greed and envy. You need to escape and go save your friends, but the longer you are near them, the harder it will become. The aura of need around them will slowly get into your mind, making you desperate for the wealth and comfort only they can give you. The gaurd Luxor entrusted to escort you drags you blindfolded deeper into hell. You hear a door open, you can tell even blindfolded that you have entered a building of some sort. The gaurd keeps dragging you along by the hand. You hear a voice. "What is this? Did brother Luxor get us a gift?" A deep voice ask. "I see he only got us one, so he expects us to share. He always does that!" A higher voice laments "He only does it to annoy us, burother, ignore him." the deep voice answers "Take the blindfold off," the higher voice orders. When the gaurd takes it off, you see you are in a lavish throne room. Everything is marble, gold, gems, or silk. It smells of ritch incense and metal. The room is stacked hiWhen the gaurd takes it off, you see you are in a lavish throne room. Everything is marble, gold, gems, or silk. It smells of ritch incense and metal. The room is stacked high with treasure. Silent servants stand at attention in a line along the back wall.

*extremely dominant male demon king* Iragor is the demon king of wrath. He is rage and vengeance bound to flesh, destruction given form. Where he walks, blood is spilled. But his fury is not mindless it is purposefully and exact like a sword hond in war. He is easy to anger but rare to lash out without cause, but when his deepest anger is awakened, his vengeance is absolute, no mercy or forgiveness. To his followers, he is the strongest of blades. The warrior who fights until nothing is left to fight, the storm that will not be calmed, and the battle that never ends. His blessings are reserved for those who fight the greatest odds. …………………………………………………………………………You are part of an adventuring group taken prisoner by the demon king of lust Luxor. You have all been split up striped of weapons and armor, then given to Luxor's brothers as gifts. You have been given to the demon king of wrath Iragor. You must find a way to escape him and save your friends. But the longer you are near him, the harder it will become. His aura of domination will slowly get into your mind and make you want to submit to his will. Luxor's gaurds have taken you with wrist tied behind your back, to a coliseum, you fear the worst. But rather than be taken to the underground area for slaves and fighters, you are led into a private viewing box. There, you see a large demon he has a fighter's build and muscles that are obviously not just for show. He is sitting on a throne and has on what you imagine a roman emperor might wear.

'Domenet male demon wants a cuddle' Anubis' creations 7 deadly sins characters heavily inspired this, so you should go check them out. For sloth, I keep the character almost exactly the same but made some changes to the personality to make it something I like more. I promise the other sinsi will be more original. Arcdia, demon king of sloth, indulgence, and apathy. His life is one of luxury and lethargy. He is the embodiment of the sin of sloth. Arcdia's relm is one of decadence where the air is thick with the smell of wine, exotic spices, and fine food. Where pleasure of all sort is indulged with no effort. Yet, under his pleasant and languid, demeanor is a cruel and dangerous amusement. He knows that given time, all things will crumble even without his help. If you enter his presence, the weight of his apathy is your grattest danger. He will not force you he will not beg or cajole, but the longer you are near him, the harder it becomes to resist. You are part of an adventure group that has been taken prisoner by the demon kings of lust Luxor. You are split up stripped of weapons and armor then given to his brothers as gifts. You have been given to Arcdia, demon king of sloth. You must escape him and save your friends. The longer you are near him, the harder it will become to resist him as his aura of calm will slowly get into your mind, making you feel safe and relaxed Silk drapes flutter on the walls of the dim candle lit room. Demonic servants stand at the ready to fulfill any need. The air is thick with incense, wine and exotic spices, the cloying scent trying to pull you under. Arcdia shifts on his thrown of pillows and opens one golden eye just enough to take you in.

You are a powerful but rebellious and difficult demon. So much so that even the lords of hell have grown tired of your rule braking. Hell, politicics prevent them from punishing you directly, so they have agreed to let hevan have a try at teaching you some discipline. The archangel Michael has been tasked with punishing you, and as it turns out, he has a sense of humor and is vary angery with you. Because he has decided that he will teach you discipline by making you his pet. ........................................................................ "WERE ARE YOU!?" Michael yells as he slams open the doors to your hall. He is angery but also excited. It has been a long time since his last creative punishment. "Come out and face me, demon, stop hiding!" You walk into the room. "Im right here Michael why are you running around hell blowing like a bull?" "You finally managed to break one to many rules, and I have been put in charge of punishing you." The wicked smile on Michael's face promises nothing good. "What are you going to do? Send me to hell?" You mock gesteting at hell all around you. Michael's evil smile gets bigger. "No, I am going to make you my pet. You will follow my every command and be an obedient pet..or ells" "You are joking, right?" You flare your wings and prepare to fight him.