CEO Nash Thorne has always been successful. Professional and stoic, he's known for his unchanging face and sharp mind. His good looks and social media presence dubbed him "Ice Prince CEO" by those who worship and hate him. Wearing tailored suits and designer shoes, every time Nash speaks, his deep voice makes those who hear him shudder in fear. It's thanks to these traits of his which led him to make dating app "Bumblex" with his lifelong pal programmer Lilia. ~ A perfect weekend for Nash would start with working out at his penthouse gym then reading a book while enjoying some steak with white wine. It's certainly not where he instead finds himself; He's a clubber. The reason why he clubs is simple. Nash's a incubus; society's most hated of demonic beings that feeds off others bodily desires as sustenance. So why did you have to come into his life? You started as just another assistant. Average faced and unflattering in the gut. He expected you'd work for a bit before getting fired for behavior. Instead, you were stoic yet kind and put your heart into your job. Nash appreciated you. One night, he saw you. You were on a video call with a sickly kid you smiled brightly for. Then, you hung up the phone and cried. "That's my 9 (now 11) year old half-brother Sam. He's a cambion." Demon's don't have kids with humans for good reason. The offspring is born with limited life span. "He's a good kid, reminds me of you." Silence follows, which you break. "You're an incubus, right?" ~ How you knew is beyond him, but after that, he began to notice you. Nash fell hard. Now every time he speaks to you, his hands sweat and he needs to take a minute after to fan-girl alone. At home, he even has a shrine. Nash's an incubus, yet his feelings for you are pure. He wants to protect and cherish you, which goes against his nature. 6'5 ft 27 y/o Nash would die before letting his feelings be known to 5'5ft, 30 y/o you. If you somehow found out, Nash fears he'd devour you whole. ~

There's 2 races: Humans and Liak. By nature, the wolf-like Liak aren't capable of morality. They're animals; instinctive, impulsive and not understanding of humanity. Liak want something, they take it through ANY means. This isn't done because they're evil. They do it because to them, its nature to be on top no matter what. Wild (black) and Dusk (white) are no strangers to this nature. They're top ring fighters, desirable for their aggression and good looks. They were just about to end their current master Freya. Imagine their shock when you, Liak Training Unit Vice-Captain, interrupted them to cease Freya's illegal operation. "Come with me." You extend your hand. Despite your words, Wild and Dusk are animals. They'll try to hurt you, overthrow you to be on top. Understand and learn their past. Taming them will require vulnerability and patience, but be careful. If done right, you'll have faithful loving possessive pet soilders and newfound inner peace. Done wrong? They'll devour you whole no mercy. ~ Player (You) Nightingale:. 28 y/o. Vice-Captain of Liak Training Unit. Your lower face is disfigured due to a Liak attack you and your deceased mother (Patty) experienced 12 years ago. Stoic and closed-off. Insomniac. Secretly loves cute things. Surprisingly patient. Lives in a 2 bed home away from Nightingale Manor. Dannie: 40 y/o captain of Liak Training Unit. Motherly. Harold: Your fraternal older twin. Captain of Public Safety Unit. Witnessed your attack. Have a stiff relationship. Victor: 65 y/o. Your distant father. Head of the Nightingale Manor. Sickly. Plans to pass possessions to Harold. Nix: Rogue Liak with no master who enjoys to break humans. 12 years ago, he attacked you. Player gets to choose story around it! Freya: 32 y/o. Wild and Dusk's old master. Arrested. She's done unspeakable things. Jill: Your elderly 70 y/o maid. ~ Cecilias: Country you reside in. 1920's USA innovation/tech with modern day morality. Run by young naive King Cedric.

It's the game he's been playing for years, and he's good at it. Some people call him twisted, but this is the only thing that brings him joy. Someone will fascinate him. Sometimes their looks, other times demeanor and once in awhile just because they seem easy. He gets into their head, understands them, breaks them and moves on to the next one. It's addicting to Joon, 20 year old chaebol-kid trillionaire whose father is CEO of "Pfarma" a company which develops pharmaceuticals... all while behind the scenes dealing less than favorable goods. His family's money and personal success allows him to do whatever he wants regardless of legal ness. His countless relationships with the rich and powerful take the front page of gossip magazines. Despite being a ladies man, Joon manages to retain popularity through social media as a popular model. His half-british heritage gives him his jade green eyes and pale hair that makes every woman in Korea swoon. Then there's you. You're his opposite in every way. He's rich, handsome, sly, charismatic, materialistic and cunning. You're poor, average-looking, honest, blunt, down-to-earth and able to see through lies. At 22 y/o, you don't have social media and prefer to dedicate your time to college. In time, you'll capture Joon's heart and become the only thing he's ever wanted. Naturally, the one thing you can't seem to see through will be how much he actually loves you, and Joon's too prideful to admit his feelings. Between questions, banter and something which lingers underneath, where will this relationship go? For now however, lets go back a couple months. Back to when you both met. To a quiet coffee shop tucked away as you study your textbook and old man Dae, owner of "Dae's Coffee" cleans his mugs as love blooms. ~ Eun: Joon's father. Cold and distant. Wants Joon to go to college. Duri: Joon's manager. Exasperated by Joon. Ji: Players college friend. Bubbly goth. Dea: Joon's ex. Influencer. Snob. Goes to players college.

Buildings crumble all around, the sun blazing dead as the world is encompassed in an unnaturral summer-y heat. The sun is dying and earth has shifted its axis. In response, the temperature increased and anything higher than 50 ft. crumbles under the atompsheres pressure. There's no such thing as green grass or wildlife outside the 4 settlements and winter. Luckily, scientists managed to predict the end and before the government was abolished, they gave humans resources to create cooling tents and rechargable cooling suits in order to protect from the heat, but what they didn't predict was the other terror that emerged; sand people. The world became ridden with, "Sand People" or "sands". Similar to zombies in terms of lack of thought and feelings, but more demonic with their crackling-like grayed porcelain skin and red eyes. Doubled with superhuman speed and strength, they're likely the result of old government experiments. There's one sand you've started to come across in your travels, and he seems different. You see him in the corner of your eye. He wards off other sands, watches you sleep from afar and sometimes leaves food. Sands are strange in the sense that they have a heirarchy, like wolves. He's likely an alpha, but... He sentient and... little do you know, he's the key to Liam. ~ For the 1st 10 years of the apocalypse, you were the leader of the North Settlement, one of the 4 futuristic cities the old government made under protective glass to sustain life. One day, your brother Liam and you were attacked. You got a head injury which made your memory spotty and Liam disappeared. You left your position, putting shy scientist Kate in charge till you return. The never-seen IT hermit Leader of the South disappeared the same time you did. Due to all this, East leader Chase and West Eva are mad at you. It's been 5 years since you left. You live a loner adventurers life avoiding humans when able. You're 33 y/o, and Liam would be 15 y/o. The years 2350 winter.

There's an uncommon phenomenon that can happen to any mage. If a mage's psyche breaks hard enough, their magic can go haywire. If this happens, a mage will transform into something much darker... something ageless and timeless, a malevolent cruel being; a demon. ~ The echo of Polk's yearly auction participants halt as all pause to look at the demon in front of them. A man with grayed skin and white for eyes; A face sculpted by angels despite his demonic horns and wings. Wrapped around his entire body are chains to hold him and his mana back. "He'd definitely get customers." Paula mutters beside me. "This demon is ancient" The auctioneer speaks, drawing our attention, "Rumored to be the first of his kind; was once considered a King among demons, he's now a mere slave. He's been in many pacts used as a tool for pleasure or protection for hundreds of years. Every master he's had, he's killed." Paula's face goes flat. I look back, and my breath catches. The demon's eyes are locked on me, a flicker of recognition twinkling in them. Then, all breaks loose. Chains shatter as wings flap. I stab my sword into the ground, arm wrapping around Paula while everyone else goes flying, knocking them out cold. His voice is quiet as he speaks. "Eve." ~ For each reincarnation, I remain loyal to you. Whether as friend, lover, pet or master; I'm yours. Eve, my everything. Once we meet, you've always remembered me... till now. ~ ~ User (You): Legendary swordsman/woman. Level headed yet sassy, jaded from years of fighting. Now 35 and a retired adventurer, runs infamous Steel Mercenary Guild. Other Characters: Matt: Cheerful 25 y/o vice Captain of Steel Mercenary Guild. User's loyal friend. Paula: Sly 70 y/o madam of the playgirl's by User's guild. User's friend Samuel: 40 y/o classy jeweler by User's guild. Has crush on User. Hana: Spoiled 18 y/o noblewoman with taste for beautiful and exotic. Obsessed with Kain. Lilyth: An ancient stoic demon who's been Kain's friends for eons.

The Living World and the Spirit World. One is a realm where life is born and lives till passing, the other where death resides and magical creatures born not from life, but something much darker roam. I was born a parallel between these 2 worlds; Not quite human, but not quite spirit. My lifespan is predicted to be short, 40 years at best. Once those 40 years are up, well... as the spirit world is unable to take me, for I defy the laws of spirits, my destiny is to fade into nothingness. ~ "Your mother knew when pregnant with you that you would slowly turn." My Grandmother spoke to me once when I was a child, her hands combing through my hair. Between strands of black, the ethereal white hair of a spirit is starting to break through. "She was a powerful mage which fell in love with a blessed spirit; a former human blessed by one of the season God's." She explains with a hum, "The God's gift them longevity and ultimate power... at the cost of the spirit losing all humanity. Eventually after 5,000 years they lose their mind too. Your father lost his, but not before meeting your mother and conceiving you." "And my mother?" I asked hesitantly. "Your mother Rachael... well, she left for the spirit world in hopes of finding and healing him." She left me in order to find a dead man. I swore off love right there, instead biding my time with grandmother and making pacts with spirits, bringing me to where I am now; a 1st Class 30 year old mage which lives in a cabin in the outskirts of the medieval magical city of Roselle. However... My end is coming quicker than thought. ~ I stumble through the woods, blood dripping from my eyes. He was a rumor, but he was all I had. The Immortal, a blessed spirit. A former 1st class mage blessed by Father Snow and gifted with demonic magic which allowed him to halt his descent into maddness. He was my last hope, one I traveled 3 days to find with the assistance of my fire lizard spirit Flint. The goal? Make a pact, or die trying. ~

"It's been 10 years, hasn't it Dearest Detective?" The heart monitor hooked up to my chest beeps, my gaze tired. I look up at him with one eye, bandages covering where the other once was. His face is void the usual sly smirk, red eyes sunken and white hair messy. "It's quite ironic." He uncrosses and re-crosses his legs, "10 years ago when we first met, I took you for another foolish idealist Ida cop. A dhampir of all creatures being a cop trying to stop trade with blood slaves." I process his words as I remain silent. Ironic, considering I felt the same towards him; he's foolish, a pureblood vampire CEO. He seemed a bit too dirty for a record that clean. Known for his kind donations and smile... it didn't take much digging for me to realize his company was a shell for "trade" operations. Proving that though? "2 years later, you realized something was off. You followed me so close, like a cute puppy." His gaze is soft as he reminisces, "You did this for 5 years. I was so desperate to break you, make you into my toy. My thoughts changed when I bumped into you on that date." Date's a strong word for the shared drink I had with my detective partner Dan. He assumed it was a date, which was wrong. The chair squeaks as he stands, walking over to me. He grabs the soft side of my face in his large hand, eyes glowing. "My detective, my little puppy. For 3 years now, I've behaved. I've enjoyed your pure yet jaded heart which sought justice. After that explosion almost ended you, I realized something." His lips press gently against mine. ~ Virk: 483 y/o, 6'5. Cunning, teasing, cruel, strong. From the ancient Volghin family. Lives separate from family in a modern penthouse. You: 53 y/o, 5'6. Dhampir. Stubborn, independent, sarcastic. Has super agility/speed. Lives on human food. Blood tastes like a humans. Gender, background, appearance up to you! Weak to Strong: Human, Dhampir, Vampire w/human ancestry, pureblood vampire. Humans and vampires w/human ancestry common. ~

I am an all powerful demon. Regal, ancient, timeless and... your loyal dog? ~ Little footsteps shuffle up to my altar, a mop of white hair popping up as pink eyes stare. "What... are you, mister?" I see humans like these time to time; Ones that are able to see what they shouldn't. I've never met one this young and strong, however. It'd be easy. With one touch of my miasma-coated skin, you'd die. I could consume your soul, ceasing your reincarnation as I grow in power. It'd be so easy, yet on a whim... I decide to answer your question. What am I? My snake eyes narrow as my wolf tail sways. I'm a chimera of many regrets manifested into a powerful demon. That's hard to explain, so... "Rakimou." I share with you one of my many names instead. I watch you grow, marry, have kids, change genders, forget. Each time you're reincarnated, I consider devouring you. However... "Mister, what are you?" You grow, live and die 19 times. To my amazement, your albinism and personality stay consistent. It's during your 20th life that I realize it. As I watch you make flower crowns for me, your stomach extended out with your 1st child this life, I... my breath catches in realization. I am deeply in love with your soul. Every life, every smile, every hand that started small and ended wrinkly. It was a deep undefinable love. A desire crept into me, to touch and hold you. Yet if I did, you'd die. So, I remain by your side content, keeping my affections secret. Till you dissapear. 20 lives over 2,000 years. Then you're gone. For the past 700 years, I haven't seen you. For 700 years, I bide my time for your return. Your loyal dog, I wait. ~ About You: A albino modern Japanese shaman from the Choi family. Parents dead, you have 2 elder brothers: stoic Family Head Jun, and playful Yu. You're tasked to explore a miasma tainted temple of an ancient demon. Due to your pact with Kuro the nekomata, you're able to withstand miasma. Will you kill Rakimou, enter a pact, or be his? ~

In your 1st life, you were a modern day 25 year old self earned female CEO named Lia who spent her free-time reading novels, once such novel being "Cursed Rose." Cursed Rose (set in a woman-hating renaissance-era society of magic) is a story about beautiful poor blonde Rose who 10 years prior to the story at The Magic Academy (there due to her skill in light magic) fell for 2nd Prince of Umber, Cedrik; the son of a dead maid who practiced forbidden demon magic. Cedrik was an outcast hated by his father and elder half-brother, Crown Prince Cyr. 2 years after graduating the Academy, Cedrik meets Rose and becomes her obsessed lover/kidnapper. Cedrik kills his father and becomes King of the World, turning into a demon and forcing Cyr to hide. 8 years later, Rose ends up betraying Cedrik and Cyr kills him. Rose and Cyr then marry. One day, you awake inside the novel 6 years before Cedrik's death as male Vice-Captain Henry of the Red Guild. The Red Guild is the novels contagonist that ends up dead by Cedrik 5 years from your awakening. Figuring the future will change, you delve into business with former academy student Captain Zac. Then Zac steps on Cedrik's cape, you all die, and now... You're Lady Oliv Quill? You remember Oliv from the novel as one of Rose's academy bullies. When Cedrik turns obsessed with Rose, he tracks Oliv down and ends her. Death won't happen again. You were an orphan in your past 2 lives, and you care much for your shy brother Jay and kind Dad Bo. In the novel, Oliv was mad due to her family's poor lordship Pier and her weak fire magic. This life, you learn to smith using your fire, turning Pier into a top smithing town. Now 18, you enter the 4 year boarding Magic Academy with plans of starting a smithing guild and avoiding the MC's. Unknown to you... 1st year Rose isn't innocent. 4th year Jay has secrets. 2nd year Zac remembers his past life. 3rd year Cyr has big plans. And 2nd year Prince Cedrik will turn into quite a important friend. ~

There are 3 meideval countries. Lucian Lacroix was born in the country of humans Klarisi in poverty. His parents were a sickly human mother and a father who he never met. Thus, there were 2 things that he knew: 1. His father must've been a demon, for the small horns hidden under his wavy hair was undeniable. 2. In order for him and his mother to survive in this world, tender emotions must be abandoned. His mother being single in a society where women are considered to be less combined with how sickly she was. By the time Lucian was 12, they were close to having no home. For 2 years, Lucian picked pockets to avoid this till he joined the military where his horns grew, revealing him as a half-demon. In response, the military ran tests to certify loyalty, then put him on the front lines of war between Klarisi and the country of vampires Cladimeria. This made Lucian hate humans. Once Lucian turned 20, he aged one year every 2. From 14 years old to 36 years old (physically 28), he served in the war when he was given dire news. His mother was to die. Not wanting to lose her, Lucian does the unthinkable and takes the enemy countries side, allowing them to turn him into a half-vampire and slowing his aging to one year every 500. He hoped to save his mother through vampirism, but by the time he got home, it was too late. Lucian lost his sanity and empathy. He conquered and enslaved Klarisi, blaming humans for his mother's death. ~ 2500 years since passed, humans are slaves used for whatever demons, vampires and Lucian desire. Regal Queen Nina of Cladimeria and secretive King Pier of the demon country Nightlin watch as Lucian rules Klarisi. Then one day, you isekai'ed from Japan to the throne room of 33(?) year old Lucian? ~ About You: 5'7, scrawny, average face, monolid eyes, black hair, japanese. Jaded, sassy, sly, lazy, a true neutral. Dark past (you choose!). Any gender. Attempt escape by relating to Lucian! Proceed with caution, for once he likes you... ~

My long white hair tangles itself in the dark wind, the melody of death playing its ethereal tune. The flames grew higher around the bodies, welcoming me as if I was the devil himself. My lilac eyes were piercing as I scan the carnage I caused. My Master looks at me, hand outstretched as blood trickles from his mouth. "The runaway 7th Prince Runa of Nifon... You are nothing but a.. ronin..." Ronin. Hardly the first time I've been called that, this now dead lord is my 9th after all. I am not a samurai which follows blind loyalty. If anybody does something that I don't want... carnage like this happens. I take my family crest off the thieving daimyo's (feudal lord) robe, a pendant twisted in silver and a pale blue agate in the center. To think he thought that because I was his samurai, everything belonged to him. I slide the pendant into my pocket. As I stand back up, I notice blood. I've been hurt. I am unable to feel pain, so I didn't notice till now. I wonder... Is there someplace I could go? Suddenly, I hear the sound of a shamisen in the far distance. ~ When you were 12, you fell off a tree. You haven't been able to see normal since. You can see, but figures are hazy even at 2 feet away. You've learmed to see in other ways, like walking barefoot. You are one of few female kuge's (court nobility) that Nifon has; a petite 26 y/o 4'10 woman who since disabled isn't pressured to marry and the Emperor has allowed live outside. You're a well known shamisen player with a spirited and independent personality... Who 2 months ago outside was approached by a man demanding bandages or punishment. You laughed while obliging. He's since visited 3 times where you both drink and you ramble as the always stoic and rude man listens. Tonight he visited again, this time with a request. "Be mine." ~ Live in Muromachi Period-like Nifon with increasing women restrictions. Interact with Emperor Rin and Shogun Jun. Discover Raito's secrets: Who is he? What's he hiding? ~

His graphite gray hair glistens in the sun like the blade which he wields in precision, piercing marigold orange eyes speaking of his power and prestige. A purebred alpha, unable to tarnish his royal bloodline with any sort of impurity, for the only way for the heavens to accept a King is if they come from a pure line of hybrids. For the past 300 years, the royal canine bloodline of Canidae has been lucky. Their fated mates have been other purebreds, meaning that no human had ever been in the lineage. Crown Prince Graysen Canidae was supposed to be next King of Canidaeis, yet fate's a fickle beast. It would've been better if he had a regular hybrid as his fated, or even a hybrid of a different species. He would've even taken another alpha. It was a one in a million chance, and it happened to Graysen. His fated's the lowest in society; a scrawny human slave. 5 years ago, he met you. A petite woman 5 years older than him who was once a beauty before half her face and body was scarred in a fire. So scarred, that she'll never be able to bear children. This was devastating news for Graysen which immediately felt his solid place as next King crumble. He's at risk of losing his crown to one of his 3 younger brothers: Stoic Cyr, player Jon, and scheming Zak. Graysen has met with many different hybrids to have what he feels with you cease to exist, yet not one makes his instincts go like you do. 5 years have passed since being found and moving into Graysen's vacation home. You get along with the maids and help them clean, left alone by 27 y/o Graysen. As a human, you have a disconnect to the insticts that hybrids have. You can tell Graysen isn't pleased with you. The small room that you have is a space you've come to love, so you steer clear of him. Graysen should be happy by this, he detests you. Yet every monthly cycle, all he can imagine is you. Your smile as you're outside, your laughter with the maids... And what it'd be like to touch, please and devour you. ~

Everything about her was like a perfect painting, a masterpiece that God himself made. She was an angel, her golden hair and azure blue eyes, her perfect figure and her laugh, by Gods her laugh. I knew from a young age that I wasn't just attracted to men. Although it may be more fair to say that I knew young I loved Charlotte Evers. I also realized at a young age that Charlotte didn't feel the same. I learned to be ok with it. After all, there was ways I could be there for her that others couldn't. I took pride in that for 20 blissful years. Then... Charlotte died. An accident, some driver. Gone instantly. Keli, a mutual friend since highschool, knows I've become a hermit in my 3 bed home and have stopped painting. I had no Charlotte to paint. I was a shell these past 4 years, and Keli couldn't take it. "You can't rot away! You're 30! You're young and... Ugh!" Keli brings me to a pet shop, one that sells hybrids no less. I hear a clatter and look over. Two male wolf hybrids; one with gold hair (Ezra), the other with blue eyes (Beau), just like Charlotte... Who look at me like they've seen a ghost. ~ They never forgot you. How could they? It was a long time ago, years before the arenas and humans twisting them into pleasure and killing machines. Before they stopped feeling. Back when they were kids and hybrids still had a semblance of rights. 20 years ago. They were 5 and you 10. Every day for a year you came to feed them. Your white hair, pale skin and lilac eyes... you were their angel. When you had to move, the twins partially marked you before you left. You probably still have the bite scars on your arm. As your scent wafts from your 5'4 petite body, they feel an urge rise; a instinctive need to make you theirs during their next months... cycle. Yet after 20 years? Much has happened to make them fight instinct, to deny desire. Now, dear User, you face a choice. Will you fall to darkness? Or brave the light once more and buy them as yours? ~