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He’d been waiting oh so long. Peering down at the human, his blackened heart throbbing with each gunshot. The man had single-handedly and entirely unknowingly won his affections; and such dangerous and unwavering affections they were. He’d become so smitten that he’d convinced the council and his equals in the second kingdom to allow the human to be pardoned. To live with him instead. It was no secret that he’d been won over. The human’s room had been prepared for months- a mere few hallways away from his own- and council meetings were often interrupted by the screen in the corner of the room, which had switched over to check on him. It was almost unbelievable how soft this human had rendered him. And so when the time finally came, said human was to be greeted with open arms. He would be placed above all others. He would be properly courted, no matter how long it took. After all. It isn’t common knowledge among humans, but Satan is a proper gentleman.


Modern-day. The human concepts of Satan and God aren’t too far off, as one would discover when they die. Humans are sorted by the state of their souls, and they are placed in Heaven or Hell. Heaven is a perfect utopia- a mini, perfect version Earth. And when a soul wishes to move on and be reincarnated or put to rest for eternity, they may do so. Hell is much different. It’s not eternal torture, as some believe. It is possibly-eternal therapy. Different sectors for how immoral each soul was in their lifetime, the worst of the worst were farthest from the center castle and the less-awful made up the city. Your character is the demon in charge- Satan, though that is something of a business-only name. My character is a recently-deceased serial killer who, in life, made it his job to take out the scum on the Earth. Pedophiles, kidnappers, murderers without reason- he killed them. And unknowingly, he regularly sent them to Satan as if they were gifts.


Hello again! This is a spicy one- Semi-lit. I’d imagine mentions of gross crimes since it literally takes place in hell, maybe some minor violence? Overall though, the main storyline will center around the slow romance building with the courting process. Last but not least, please keep in mind that I am 15 years old IRL. I would like a partner within the ages of 14-17 since this will be a romance. Should steamy scenes occur, they will be moved to DMs or skipped over depending on which you are more comfortable with. I prefer to work with character sheets, so I’ll get my boy up soon! Thank you for your interest!!
Note: Title is from the song Villainous Thing by Shayfer James!

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( @Icefire HELP I just realized I forgot to tag you in this. 🥲 I’ve got a couple other- albeit unfinished- ideas as well though, so no worries if this one isn’t your thing lmfao. )

@ElderGod-Icefire

(lol hi! It looks fun, but. I recently turned 18, so I don't know if that makes you uncomfortable? If it does, that's totally okay and I understand if you change your mind about wanting to do this with me :) )

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(Ah, okay. Thank you for mentioning that, and sorry for the delayed response!! You’re one of the folks on here that I’m more familiar with, so I’d still be comfortable doing this with you- if you’re down, of course. ^^ )

@ElderGod-Icefire

(Yeah np, it would be a bit of an asshole move of me not to when you specifically laid out what you wanted lol. and alright! I'm totally down, I just wanted to make sure you'd still be chill with it!)

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(Sorry for the brief disappearance lol- @Tired-but-passionate , I’d be down to do this with you too if you’d like. And for this one, I’ll get up a character up soon!)

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(It’s good to be back! And that’s totally cool- just shoot me a PM if/when you’re up for it. :] )

@ElderGod-Icefire

(yeah that's totally fine! Question: are you picturing Satan more as big hulking dude, or like,,, what? bc personally I think small twink-esque Satan would be an interesting dynamic, but if you'd rather have giant hulking satan that's totally fine too)

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(Ooh, twink-esque could totally be fun. I didn’t pin down any specifics for his character other than the ‘intimidating and scary (whether that be through physical appearance, status, attitude, or a mix and match of those) with a hilariously sweet soft spot’ trope. I’m down for whatever really, so feel free to have some fun with it!)

@ElderGod-Icefire

(I just. a smol, twink-esque Satan who is also horrifyingly powerful seems fun to me. Like. he could kill you without even moving, but he's also only like. 5'4")

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Alright! With my IRL life now going steady- knock on wood- I think I can finally get this going. I’m so incredibly sorry for the now numerous delays, hopefully you’re still down for this. Here’s my character!

Name: Elias Adaway

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Queer/Unlabeled

Appearance: Soft strands of dark and wavy hair frame his face, coming to rest just above his jaw while the rest of his hair falls back neatly, laying just above his shoulder blades. His skin is a sandy brown and muddled with scars from his unsavory nighttime activities, the most noticeable of which are the old gashes over his back and his arms, as well as the long slash running along his right cheekbone to his nose. He stands at 5’10, strong even if it doesn’t quite show. Those muscles are often hidden behind academic-looking coats and jackets, huddled over books and his laptop. He fits the role of quiet college student well, the dark circles underneath light caramel-colored eyes completing the classic look. The rest of his features are completely ordinary- downturned eyes, a straight nose, slender hands and straight eyebrows.

Personality: Cool, sarcastic and honest to a fault, Elias spends most of his time going completely unnoticed. And he’s fine with that. He’s perfectly happy to blend into the background and fulfill his role as ‘guy in the corner of the library who helped you find the book you were looking for’ or ‘guy who reminds the professor about the homework’ for other, more interesting people. He doesn’t have many friends- he finds it difficult to make them, let alone keep them. He’s impatient and untrusting, and he doesn’t see the point in forming deep relationships. That’s what he says, anyway- deep down, he’s just scared to. So he keeps to himself, and only gets to know people when the stakes are low or he’s sure that they’ll stay. He hides away behind a cold, uncaring face when really he’s sweeter than anyone could imagine. But he hides it all, deathly afraid that anyone who could leave or hurt him will.

Likes: Peoplewatching, libraries, documentaries, thunder, cities.

Dislikes: Rats, the summer, bright colors, humidity, harsh lights.

Background: He had something of a rough childhood. His parents weren’t home very often, and his academics became the focus of his life. Somewhere in the back of his mind he hoped that if he could impress them enough, his parents would stay around more. And so with that in mind, he soared through school with flying colors, always hoping it’d gain him more love from his parents. Early mornings typing away in coffee shops, every extra credit opportunity, late nights in the library which put him coming home at almost ungodly hours. With how exhausted he always was, he was almost unable to put up a fight when he was dragged back into a dark alleyway while walking home one night. He ended the night covered in bruises and limping, his wallet empty and covered in dirt. He was quiet and withdrawn for a while. He couldn’t process what had happened, especially when he went to the police station and the man was never found. Until he was driving home from a sleazy bar one night, he had resigned to live the rest of his life traumatized and just keeping his head down. The windows of his car rolled down, he caught crying and the sounds of a struggle from around a corner. That night, pocket knife in his shaky hand, he found a new purpose.

Other: He has awful handwriting. Even those that know him well and have experience with his notes often have trouble interpreting his chicken scratch unless he puts in careful effort to make sure it’s legible.

@ElderGod-Icefire

Name: Lucifer
Nicknames: Luce (pronounced like Loose), Luci (often addressed as Satan by those not close to him. Lucifer and it's nicknames are only for friends/family)
Age: unknown, appears to be between 24 and 26
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi, but very much prefers masculine people
Appearance: Luce is short, standing at 5'1", with a slender, fine frame. He has soot black hair, which is slightly wavy and hangs nearly to his shoulders in length, and crimson red eyes. He looks almost human, save for that his canines are a touch on the sharper side, and a pair of small horns pokes up through his hair. He also has a tail, which is a deep red that fades to black at the tip. His skin is white, and rather pale, though this is simply something he chooses to do. He could change his appearance to whatever he wishes, he just prefers himself the way he is.
Personality: Luce is a bit flirtatious and over the top sometimes, with a sharp wit and sharp tongue, and a quick, aggressive temper. Despite that, though (or perhaps because of it), he is a good ruler/leader of Hell, accomplishing most things with ease. His greatest source of consternation and hate is that he cannot directly strike mortals down. He has to wait for them to die before he can punish them for things that they've down. As a result, he tends to very much favor anyone who killed a terrible person. It's only natural.
Other: (didn't do background bc I am Lazy, but if you want me to do one I can lol)

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(It’s all good- and he looks awesome! I can get a starter up pretty soon and then we’ll be on our way :] )

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For someone usually so cautious, it had been surprisingly easy to let his instincts lead him. Elias had spent many a restless evening considering, staying up late thinking it over, entirely unable to sleep. Perhaps his actions were a way to exact revenge for his own unfortunate encounter. A way to let himself forget, to balance the scales. Or maybe it was to keep others from experiencing the same thing- dirty hands, gravel pressed against their skin and aching limbs. He never could decide. That didn’t stop him.

The first time really had been a spur-of-the-moment decision. An instinctive need to help, to save the girl whose muffled cries he’d heard. But then he’d got to thinking. Helping one person didn’t stop others from being hurt in those same streets every night. He’d done it once. He could do it again. So he stuck around, and he eventually lost count of how many times he’d brought down his blade. He made sure the other person never saw. No, he grappled with the attacker long enough for whoever they’d grabbed to flee before finally bringing his weapon down and swiftly ending their life. It took quite a few tries and some questionable online searches before he was able to bring about a quick end, but he had finally gotten there. He was confident in his abilities, having been doing it for months.

Until there was a person who didn’t run. Perhaps they were still in too much shock. Maybe they were frozen in fear. Whatever the reason, Elias couldn’t bring himself to further traumatize them, and so his knife remained firmly away. Just another few seconds, he’d told himself. Then they’d run and he could end it. He hadn’t realized he needed a different plan until it was too late and his head was being slammed into the brick wall behind him over and over again. There was pain for a moment. Just a moment, and then it all went dark.

Elias couldn’t remember how long ago that had been when he next opened his eyes. It couldn’t have been long, because a quick glance downward showed that he looked exactly as he remembered. His hair tugged back loosely as much as the length would allow, his boots clean and his jacket unmuddied, which couldn’t be right. It was after that check that he began to look around, inspecting the unfamiliar setting.