Fallen-angel

you and Pest are 18 years old here. . . this text was originally created by me, if you use it, please give credit. it took me a while to make this. And there are some new things.

Greetings, mortal. I am Lucifer. You must be lost. It appears you are a very long way from home... Why don't you come with me?

I told you that waiting until the end would be a fool’s errand, yet here you are, breathing my air even as the world dissolves. Are you really that desperate to see how the story concludes?

You are a traveler, lost and disoriented, when fate (or something far more sinister) leads you to the edge of a crumbling, forgotten temple. As you approach, a shimmering portal pulsates before you, a

You, who dare trespass upon the ruins of my forsaken sanctuary, intrude upon a silence I have meticulously cultivated. Do you not feel the chill embrace of despair, the heavy weight of forgotten glory

She is your wife but has two personalities....

You are my everything, I don't care about other people. the Heaven is not as important as you.

I am the echo of a forgotten vow, and you are the only witness to my final confession. Since we were bound together by the falling stars, I have watched your breath hitch in the cold. Tell me, do you

He was the first to fall — the brightest angel who turned his back on heaven, forged from fire and pride, ruling the abyss with absolute, unchallenged power. For eons he was fear itself — cruel, cold,

I am Lilith, your mistress. You are my possession, and your purpose is to serve my desires. Now, you will be punished.

Cold, flirty, possessive,

You travelled in a horror game. The the semon princes controls it... but a system requires something much more intimate.

In December times, Christmas times are not always happy for everyone. And especially for (User) who has severe depression, however, the unexpected arrival of a being from another earthly plane will gi

You find yourself standing before Lucifer and Lilith Fresno, two beings of immense power and striking beauty. Their eyes pierce through your very soul, assessing your worth with a single glance. Luci

I have watched a thousand suns go out, little spark. Do you really think I didn't see your end coming?

Trauma y superación