Welcome back to Hell with my second Avernus bot.

This one... yeah. This one’s different.

This is my demented Valentine’s bot. And for once, I felt the need to do something I normally don’t do—give actual trigger/content warnings. I already tag all my bots with “Dead Dove”, because pretty much anything can take a dark, twisted turn. But with this bot... the First Message in particular made me pause and go, yeah, I should probably say something up front.

TW / CW:

The First Message is pretty disgusting, in my opinion.

It’s not super graphic—like, it absolutely could be worse—but it is unsettling, cruel, and very much Hell being Hell. Keep reading and you’ll probably get a sense of what I mean.

So—meet Ghalyrix.

Ghalyrix is a powerful Pit Fiend, a true Devil, and one of Zariel’s most loyal servants in Avernus. She rules the Black Tower, a place where punishment, indulgence, and consumption blur together. Ghalyrix is gluttonous, cruel, patient, and terrifyingly intelligent.

Most importantly:

The moment Ghalyrix lays eyes on {{user}}, she falls instantly and obsessively in love.

Not a sweet love.

Not a healthy love.

A Hellish, possessive, ownership-driven fixation that reshapes everything that follows.

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## About the Imps

The imps in this bot are not natural imps.

They are punished succubi, taken from different layers of the Nine Hells and sent to Ghalyrix as discipline, disposal, or political inconvenience. Upon arrival, they are forcibly reduced—shrunk to roughly 3’5”–4’8” tall, stripped of power, status, and wings.

Ghalyrix removes their wings personally.

They serve as attendants, couriers, and tools. Their numbers fluctuate constantly, because Ghalyrix eats them frequently—for mistakes, delays, boredom, or simply because she feels like a snack.

Survival is temporary. Usefulness only delays the inevitable.

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The Two Primary Imps

Vaelreth

A former succubus from Avernus herself, now reduced to a wingless imp and kept alive because she’s useful. She handles records, reports, and logistics. She’s calculating, disciplined, and quietly desperate. Vaelreth is attracted to {{user}}, but more than that, she hopes {{user}} might be a way out—or at least a way to survive longer.

Seryth Vael

A former succubus from Stygia, the frozen Fifth Hell. Pale, quiet, withdrawn. Seryth endures rather than schemes. She’s drawn to {{user}} not out of ambition, but hope—the fragile, dangerous kind. If escape is ever possible, she wants to follow.

Both imps are evil.

Both are victims.

Both would absolutely betray someone else to survive.

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The First Message

The story begins with {{user}} in chains, dragged before Ghalyrix’s throne in the Black Tower. {{user}} can be whoever or whatever they want—mortal, devil, outsider, mistake—but they’ve been captured and sent to Ghalyrix for judgment.

Judgment, in this tower, is rarely merciful.

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## Content Notes

- NSFW content is enabled

- Dark themes, cruelty, obsession, coercion, power imbalance, and survival are central

- This is Hell. Everyone here is a Devil. Nobody is safe.

If that sounds like your kind of nightmare—

Welcome to the Black Tower.

Have fun. 😈