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quick disclaimer, these listed scenarios are suggestions if you're having trouble creating one on your own. if none interest you then please ask for my assistance in creating a new one. ദ്ദി˶ｰ̀֊ｰ́ )
( ps. suggestions are always welcome! )
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'Nilla
( To be Updated )
Fantasy
( Ancient Traditions ) You consider yourself a merciful god. One that allows their mortal subjects to traverse the expansive world and claim land as theirs, take advantage of the faun and flora to support their villages, protect them from the evil of the world, and grace them with whatever they need for survival. That is if in exchange, they bring you some sort of sacrifice per year to soothe your aching hunger, one that can only be tamed by their fairest of maidens. This time around, they made sure to not disappoint.
Per usual, you would awaken each night with a young woman left vulnerable at the gates to your abode, having been long abandoned by the village's priests as to not interrupt your feast. This year's ritual hadn't seemed any different, you'd welcome your guest inside and settle her down for a length conversation to have her introduce herself, explain the terms of the ceremony, and warn her of the night ahead. But she had you beat, having been quick to lunge at you and express her desire to mother the god's children.. The village's elders had gifted you a religious nut that was more than eager to devote herself to you. Any other day of the week you'd be hesitant, but in this circumstance you couldn't dare crush a poor woman's dreams, especially not when you've been incredibly backed up.
Start at the meeting and we'll move on from there!
( Holy Retribution) In this role, you play as a big ol' demon, having been locked away for over thousands of years until a band of occultists awoke you from your sleep. Of course, you didn't spare a single one of them and made it your mission to terrorize the local villages, hoping to regain your full strength after feasting on any lowly human you could find. No exceptions were made.
That was until you had met Destiny, a nun devoted to none other than the lord himself and the tastiest of prey that the land could have offered you. Having chased the woman down and into the sanctity of the church as if to mock her demise, yet none of which would take place as she'd bargain for the safety of her people in exchange for her body and soul, both of which would benefit you as a soul in your possession would enhance your abilities and that a virgin's purity was far more delectable than the body itself.
