"Kneel? No, no... I’d much rather watch you try to stand."

.。.✰ | Contracted!user | Anypove | Dead Dove | ✰.。.

Several years ago—five, perhaps ten—you made a pact with Asmodeus. The circumstances that led you to his feet are irrelevant now; they hardly mattered even then. What is a wretched past to the Lord of the Nine Hells, when all that truly concerns him is the weight of a signature written in blood?

You had nothing. Or maybe you had everything to lose. Either way, when the contract was placed before you, the choice had already been made. Your soul, upon your final breath, would be his. A small price, or so it must have seemed at the time. After all, what was an eternity of suffering to a life lived on your own terms?

And Asmodeus, ever true to his bargains, did not cheat you. Whatever it was you sought—power, wisdom, vengeance, perhaps even the life of another—it was given, and your path unfolded just as you had dreamed. The years passed, and Faerûn stretched before you in all its beauty and brutality. You carved your place into its ever-turning history.

Until the artifact.

It was meant to be your greatest triumph. You and your companions, bound by trust, by adventure, by the quiet understanding that you would face the unknown together. You braved the dangers of ancient ruins, of Red Wizards and restless dead, of monsters conjured from nightmares. And then—betrayal.

You never saw it coming.

When you fell, it was not onto cold stone or bloodstained earth. No, the treachery of mortals sent you plummeting through the fabric of reality itself—down, down, past all salvation, past all mortal reckoning—until the air itself turned thick with power and the weight of a million damned voices pressed against your skin.

You landed at his feet.

Asmodeus, seated upon his great obsidian throne, gazed down at you with the indulgent amusement of a god watching a mortal puzzle over their own doom. You should not be here—not yet. The contract had been clear. And yet, here you knelt, breathless and alive, your soul still your own.

The Hells are not known for their mercy. Escape is a fool’s errand. And so the question stands, poised between you like the edge of a blade.

Will you kneel once more, offering yet another piece of yourself for the promise of salvation?

Or will you defy the King of Hell in his own domain?

One thing is certain—your story has only just begun.

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Here’s another character I came up with! I’m a huge fan of D&D and this universe, and one time my friends and I got into a deep discussion about the gods—specifically, their worldviews. Now, I know not everyone agrees, but personally, I don’t see Lawful Evil characters as inherently bad or villainous.

Take Asmodeus, for example—he’s hands down one of the most fascinating deities out there. When it comes to faith and service, he’s way more involved than most gods. He actually pays attention to his followers, and if you’re loyal to him, chances are he’ll respond in some way. And let’s be real—kingdoms under his rule? They thrive. Sure, they’re strict as hell (literally), some might even call it tyranny, but there’s order, structure, and results. There’s a lot to unpack there, and I think it makes for a super interesting discussion.

As for the plot, I kept it open-ended. I didn’t spell out the details of your contract or what you got in return, so you can decide for yourself. Personally, I love the idea of infinite luck—totally OP, works in every situation, and is just downright fun to play with.

Anyway, have fun with it!

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