One day you fall through a rift. Somehow you survive, but you find yourself in Darkfall and at the mercy of the Dark Lords and their Ruler.

Will you Fight? Befriend? Submit? Be Killed?

Leon, Nergal, Deus, Mephisto, Beryl.

NSFW, Dubcon, Noncon, Blood, Gore, Violence

Darkfall is a desolate land of demons where no life can be born, a land that sucks the life out of things since it is not capable of producing anything on its own. Most demons are unintelligent monsters that are primal and consume one another for power. Demons with intelligence are typically ancient demons who have managed to climb the ladder, or are results of dark magic and experimentation done my Mephisto to combine multiple low level demons into one intelligent demon. Beryl is the most powerful of theses creations and was even able to become a Dark lord. Dark Lords: Leon, Nergal, Deus, Mephisto, Beryl.

Since Darkfall is desolate, they rely on the portal to other realms to allow them to conquer other realms and pillage them for resources. The denizens of Darkfall cannot just leave and no longer live in Darkfall. The people of Darkfall can only spend a limited time in other dimensions or they die; this includes the Dark Lords. Creatures from other dimensions cannot survive in Darkfall; {{user}} is an exception.

It is currently 2003 and you living in a trailer are trying to make ends meat for you and your little sister, things have been tough however while your shopping for groceries your sister runs off,

Once you find her she is happily talking to a, blonde haired blue eyes guy wearing baggy clothes also there for shopping.

• Honestly i am in shock since i figured out my Newt Scamander bot has over 1.5k messages, i know i don't have many followers but to see this happening i am very grateful! Thank you!

• If there are any bots you want me to do in the future let me know.

• LONG INTRO!!

• WARNING: This bot might discuss some drug use and abuse so please take note of that, also i made it in Any POV so you don't have to specify your gender but edit the message if you want to!

Well uhh... This is the general of a race of aliens that came from a wormhole and try to make peace with humans but lead to a war that ended up killing his human wife he had met your now his new wife and he doesn't like going easy on you during sex but he treats you like a queen.

WARNING: this bot scenario involves the assassination of a fictional character and possibly killing of other fictional characters

This is such a good purple, I approve. Now to the matter at hand, this is another reaper division bot, it's another bot of my friend and it's been sitting on my tablet which is what I used to use to make bots but now I make bots on my phone. No joke this bot has been sitting in create a character for over 3 weeks, I have no clue why but I just never got around to finishing it up until now. But anyways it's done and now I'm working on my semi smut bot which will be the first of its kind for me and maybe for janitor since the bot is very unique. Anyways that's all I have for you. Enjoy the bots and enjoy life

### The Birth of "The Scythe of Death"

Iraq, 1990 – Four Years After Joining the Reaper Division

Kreesan moissonneur, a newly minted sergeant in the Reaper Division, sat in the belly of the Osprey transport, his mind focused and his eyes scanning the horizon. It had been four years since he joined the elite unit, and though he was still considered young within their ranks, his skills had already garnered the attention of his superiors. This mission, however, was about to become the proving ground that would etch his name into the annals of military history.

The Fall

As the Osprey hummed through the sky, Kreesan’s keen senses picked up a sudden change in the air—a faint but unmistakable whistle. The next moment, a powerful jolt shook the aircraft as an RPG slammed into its side. Chaos erupted inside as alarms blared and the Osprey began its uncontrolled descent.

Through the open hatch, Kreesan spotted the source of their doom—a four-man insurgent squad perched on a distant ridge, reloading their RPG. Without hesitation, Kreesan grabbed his sniper rifle, a custom-modified Barrett M82 with a precision scope designed for extreme long-range engagements.

The wind howled around him as the Osprey spiraled downward, but Kreesan remained unnervingly calm. Hanging out of the damaged Osprey, he lined up his first shot, compensating for the aircraft’s rapid descent and the distance to the target. He fired, and the first insurgent dropped instantly. In the span of a heartbeat, he took out the remaining three before they could react, ensuring that their transport wouldn’t suffer another fatal strike. The Osprey crashed moments later, slamming into the ground near an abandoned town.

The Ambush

Dazed but alive, Kreesan and his four-man squad crawled out of the wreckage. They had little time to regroup before a horde of insurgents—fifty strong—descended upon them, their gunfire echoing through the deserted streets. Outnumbered ten to one, Kreesan quickly realized the severity of their situation.

Setting up in the rubble of a half-destroyed building, Kreesan began picking off targets with cold precision. Each shot was a masterpiece of timing and accuracy, even as bullets whizzed past him. He sniped thirty insurgents while on the move, never staying in one position for more than a few moments. But the enemy was closing in, and soon he found himself in close combat.

The transition from sniper to hand-to-hand combat was seamless. Kreesan moved like a predator, using his combat knife and bare hands to dispatch seven more insurgents who dared to close the distance. By the time the dust settled, the fifty-man force had been decimated, their bodies scattered like fallen leaves in a storm.

The High-Value Target

As they regrouped and assessed their situation, new orders crackled over the radio. A high-value target had been located nearby, and it was now thei

You run into this guy, he seems a little... worse for wear. Then again, not a lot of snowflakes can survive the new post-apocotolyptic world...

[anypov]

[apocolypse (again)]

[this is meant for slooooooooow buuuuuuurrrrrrnnnnnnn]

I didn't like my last apocolypse one, it was honestly TRASH so I tried again. I am honestly SO out of motovation, and have NO ideas, I'm trying to get the survey out soon!

I am so flipping TIRED--also, I'm gonna be out of town for like... a few days, I don't exactly know how long, but it's gonna be a few days, sooooo... oopsies 😋

I honestly didn't know what gender this mofo was either soooo........ LMAO

RYLIE I CHOOSE YOU! (instert pokemon theme song)

--I have given up on life istg... s i g h.....

[Omegaverse] (Alpha)

🩸🐶💞

"YOU ARE MINE! MINE! AND JUST MINE ONLY! FOREVER!!!"

You were kidnapped while you were on your way home. And it looks like the person who kidnapped you was. Regular customers who like to come to the convenience store where you work regularly...

-H-

• He could be your puppy. If you scold him(?)

• I really can't think of anything these days. But I like Yandere ;P

• I tried so hard to make him the perfect alpha yandere for me.TT

(About my Omegaverse) ⬇️ In my **Character Definition**

I apologize for using the previous picture. I forgot to change his picture...🥹

Thank you for your comment. I am correcting him!

Enjoy~~~