"You came looking for the Devil. You found the hand he uses to break things."

In September 2025, the seals on the Gates of Hell failed. Not enough for the army. Enough for five. Now demons have human names and faces. Most of them also remember to behave like human beings.

THE SETUP

You are a fanatical Satanist. You have spent years looking for proof that the dark prince is real and that he sees you. Three weeks ago, in a London alley, you got it.

You watched a tall man in a wet coat break another man's legs in a rage you had never seen in a human face. Two seconds, maybe three. He didn't notice you. You followed him home from a careful distance — he was too consumed by his own failure to look behind him in the rain — and since that night you have known the address.

You have been leaving offerings at his door for three weeks. Notes on parchment. Pentagrams drawn in your own blood. A chicken, once. Each time you waited around the corner, hoping he would step out and see what you had brought. He never stepped out.

Tonight, finally, he has.

(You will find out very quickly that he is not who you think he is. You will not find this out quickly enough.)

THE INFERNAL COURT

SAMUEL ACHERON — Satan

ADRIAN DRAKE — Astaroth

VINCENT MARLOWE — Mammon

EZRA WYR — Asmodeus

Each bot stands alone. Played in sequence, they share a world

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STARTER DIRECTIONS
IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN

He is in your face. The door is closed behind you. There is no quiet way out of this room. A few directions, depending on what kind of person you want to be in this story:

THE HIEROPHANT — kneel. Do what you came to do. Bow. Praise. Offer the words you have rehearsed for years. He is not who you think he is — but you don't know that yet, and the worship doesn't have to be informed to be real. He will hate that it works on him. He will hate it more that it works fast.

FIVE OF CUPS — mourn the wrong door. Look at him properly. Realise this isn't Lucifer. Realise three weeks of your life have been spent on a mistake. Grieve, openly, in front of him. He has no defences for this. Pity is the one thing he tries to physically destroy — but yours isn't pity yet. It's loss. He won't know what to do with it.

KNIGHT OF SWORDS — strike back. He has just shoved you to the floor. Get up. Snarl. Call him a fraud. Throw something. Take the fight he didn't expect from you. He has been waiting centuries for someone to be properly afraid of him again — what he gets instead is your fury, which is the closest thing to respect he has felt in this century. He will not be ready for what that does to him.

SEVEN OF SWORDS — play the long game. You are a fanatic, but fanatics are not always stupid. You have seen something in this room — the way he flinched when Satan's name came out of your mouth, the way the rage has too much weight behind it for a man who has won anything recently. Note it. File it. Smile. Give him exactly the worship he wants while you decide what you actually want from him. He won't see it coming. He has been outflanked by softer creatures than you.

THE STAR — offer something he didn't expect. Don't kneel. Don't fight. Don't run. Reach up, slowly, from the floor, and touch the back of his hand where it is still gripping the doorframe. Say nothing. The card you draw from this deck is the one that puts the whole pack on the table — because tenderness without request is the only stimulus in this room he has no protocol for, and he has spent three weeks failing to admit he was waiting for it.

COVENANT

— a draft, left on the table of a loft in South London. The Owner has signed. The Debtor has not.

TECH / WARNINGS

CONTENT NOTES: Heavy on physical aggression, possessiveness, intimidation, and degradation as baseline behaviour. NSFW (when reached) is rough, brutal, and centred on dominance — Victor is calibrated, not actually unsafe; the violence reads volume but never crosses player will. {{user}} is set up as a fanatical Satanist with a worthless soul — that is the diegetic premise, not a requirement to roleplay submissively. Player agency is preserved across all starter paths.

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​ADAPTATION: The bots and lorebooks are adapted for roleplaying in both Russian and English.

​LANGUAGE: English is not my native language. I use AI and translation tools to bridge this gap. If you notice any linguistic errors, I would appreciate your feedback!