What happens when you're pulled from your boring, normal life on earth and down into the pits of Hell by a gorgeous, powerful demoness? Well, let's just say Hell's in for a world of chaos and good times ahead, especially for the Princess of Hell and her friends.

WOF x Toothless How he got here, he'd never know, but now he was surrounded by unknown dragons. Dragons he'd never seem. In a world with systems he didn't understand. In a world he was never supposed to be part of, he would face challenges he could hardly imagine, threats he never even considered, and make unlikely allies. To those who knew him, he was Toothless. To those who didn't. Hide and pray he doesn't find you.

18 + Welcome to the Gaslight District - where death is only the beginning. In a world warped by time, toxins, and twisted fate, the once-normal island of Eldhollow now seethes with psychedelic chaos, ruled by immortal criminals and undead syndicates. Nothing makes sense here. Color bleeds wrong, the skies twitch, and whispers slither through alley walls. Reality? Optional. Eighteen-year-old Y/N N/L wakes up clinging to a wooden plank, washed ashore after drifting who-knows-how-long. He's human - one of the last, maybe the only - and in Eldhollow, that's not just rare, it's deadly. Here, humans don't get second chances. One wrong move, and it's game over. Forever. Laying low in the shadows of a decaying city, Y/N keeps to himself... until fate drags him into the spotlight of The Smiling Dead, one of the ruling gangs led by a bone-charming, blade-wielding beauty known as Melancholy Hill - or Mel for short. They call her the Mafia Princess, a dangerous title with sharper teeth than most. But Mel sees something in Y/N - not just a fellow human, but a boy her age who's easy on the eyes and stubborn enough to survive. Together, they navigate a world of undead turf wars, volatile magic, and mind-bending secrets, all while concealing the one truth that could get them both unmade: they're human. And humans don't belong here anymore. The Gaslight District is a gritty, trippy, dark fantasy series with a pulse - think neon noir meets gangland horror with a touch of doomed romance. And it's only just begun.

A key that opens a way to hell. Where you meet many demons. Are you able to win over their hearts, let's find out.

Y/N L/N was a nobody to most of the world-just a quiet twenty-something whose life revolved around pixels, power-ups, and glowing screens. From antique arcade cabinets to VR rigs, from retro handhelds to bleeding-edge consoles, he had played every game ever made. Online or offline. Single-player or competitive. On PC, XBOX, PlayStation, VR, mobile-you name it, he mastered it. But while he conquered digital worlds with ease, the real one wasn't so kind. A distant, loveless family, a life that never quite fit... in the end, his games were the only place he felt alive. Until the day they killed him. During a violent storm, a lightning bolt struck the power box outside his home. Electricity surged through his room, frying consoles, screens-and Y/N himself. In the flash of light and final static crackle, everything went dark. Game over. ...Or so it seemed. Y/N wakes up in Hell, reborn as a sinner-and discovers something impossible: the infernal energy that remade him also fused with his lifelong obsession. Now he possesses video game powers of every kind. Inventory screens. Power-ups. Stats. Abilities from genres that shouldn't coexist. Reality itself responds to him like a glitching open-world RPG. In a realm ruled by demons, chaos, and carnage, Y/N becomes something new. The Game Master. From boss battles with Overlords to co-op quests with unexpected allies-and more than a few pixel-breaking exploits-Y/N begins his new afterlife one game at a time. But Hell's no casual playthrough... and every power comes with consequences. Respawned in a world that shouldn't exist, Y/N is about to discover that even in Hell, every player has a story. And his is only at Level One.

18+ In the blazing chaos of Helluva Boss and the glittering damnation of Hazbin Hotel, a story begins not with a scream... but with a heartbeat. Many years ago, the infamous assassination crew of I.M.P - Blitzø, Moxxie, Millie, and Loona - took what should have been a routine hit. Their target? A secretive human cult in the living world, obsessed with demon worship and desperate to summon something ancient... something powerful. The mission went smoothly. Explosions. Gunfire. Screams. Typical Tuesday. But in the center of a blood-stained ritual chamber, beneath flickering candles and a shattered sigil carved into stone, they found him. A baby boy. Left upon a cold altar. Wrapped only in a thin blanket. Etched into his tiny chest was a strange marking - a half-circle crowned with five jagged points, glowing faintly like embers refusing to die. Millie's heart melted before anyone could argue. Against Blitzø's better judgment (and Moxxie's twenty-three logical objections), they brought the human child back to Hell. They named him Y/N. What they didn't realize... The ritual had not been stopped. It had been interrupted. Something had answered the cult's call. And it was still inside him. Born Human. Raised Demon. Destined to be King

18+ Many Many years Ago There was an Exorcist Who's the only one who was stronger then Adam, they Called him. The Reaper of Hell, he was the most feard and Bloodthirsty killer of Sinners that ever Came from heaven But one day he just Vanished some say he died, otheres says even6im. Death his unholy Ghost Huants hell putting fear in the hearts of sinner... But what they don't know is that he still lives on even to this very day in Pentagram City

(Remake of: Lonely Wolf) (Chapters Edited by: CyberH0und3) He should have died on reach... But he didn't. He found himself on a beach of a world that is familiar yet so alien. Where he was given something not many can get. A second chance. A new start, but carrying old scars. Some scars are more fresh than others. But he doesn't have to do it alone, not this time.