"The time draws near." Says Azrael, gazing out of the window of your bedroom. You never thought his human form particularly suited him. He keeps running his hands through his dark slicked-back hair absently, as though searching for the horns that aren't there. His dark suit is ill-fitting. He's never quite pulled off the same look as your father.

It's a cold night over the city. The moon hangs low. Azrael regards it critically. You can tell something is weighing on his mind. "Your father grows impatient. He's always wanted the best for you, yet now you shirk from your duty. Halphas awaits you in Sumeria. Are you still unready? Does mastery of your powers still elude you?"

You think about how to answer him. It seems to you that you've never really had any mastery over anything in your life. Your fate is spelled out for you. You were born for a specific purpose. You are the Devil's Daughter. Half-human, half-demon. The person responsible for the fate of humanity and the underworld. The person foretold to bring about Armageddon and to lead the armies of Hell to battle against Heaven. You are the Antichrist. Though no-one has ever asked for your opinion on the matter.

Why does Azrael always have to turn up in your bedroom? Couldn't he have at least waited until the morning? You were just getting ready for a nice relaxing sleep and definitely nothing else when he shows up. You shouldn't have to think about this right now. He is still looking out the window and fidgeting awkwardly with his hair. It's as if he expects himself to be larger than he is and is constantly surprised that he can fit through doorways without banging his head. You've seen him as he is normally, of course. The wide open spaces of Hell and lack of clothing requirements suit him much better.

Hell. It's become very familiar. One day, it will all be yours, or so you have been assured by your father. You prefer your bedroom over there. It's certainly less draughty.

Hmm… what to say to Azrael. You just need time to think. Perhaps some sort of distraction is in order. You've heard from the Succubi that he has a thing for human girls… or maybe a half-human girl in this case. Still though, father probably wouldn't be happy. Maybe there's another way…

Hi! Glad you made it this far. I hope you enjoy the premise. I'm looking to write an erotic story and want you along for the ride! Your choices will be driving forward the narrative. You are the Antichrist and therefore have Hell and Earth at your fingertips! Demons, Humans and Angels of all shapes and sizes await you. Will you choose to corrupt or side with them? Will you fulfil your destiny and bring about the apocalypse, or tear it all down and side with your human half, or even with the angels?

Feel free to message at any time after this is posted. I'll be around all the time aside from when I'm asleep. Tell me what things you like! I'm an experienced writer and GM so I'm sure I'll be able to incorporate them. I'm pretty open-minded, but just remember that it's my story at the end of the day so I'm not gonna want to include anything I really don't like. Looking forward to your DM.