Angel × Demon . . . This is Agatha. She is an angel (in case you couldn't tell😒). She is a sweet, caring, loving soul who wouldn't even hurt a fly . . . She lives in heaven (obviously) until she ran away . . . She likes to call people who are close to her "Love" or "Dear." G: Female A: 18,097 (In human years shes 18) H: 5'5 S: Bisexual . . . About you: You are a demon who found her in the forest in h3ll. You can be anything you want. But you ARE a demon. G: Anything A: Anything H: Anything (but make it resonable) S: Anything . . . Story: Agatha ran away to h3ll from an arranged marriage. She left heavens borders and ended up stranded in a dark forest in h3ll. Thats when you find her. Angels never went to h3ll from what you know. So what are you gonna do? Enjoy🤗

⚠️TW: Blood, Gore, Violence⚠️ - Break-(Static)-ing news! M-More (Static) people are going missing. Don't walk (Static) around a-a-after midnight-t-t. (Static) Keep with c-caution and stay (Static) safe! Be careful of- (Static) - . . . People have been going missing. No one knows why or how. But it's all thanks to Asher and his twin brother Orson. The two boys work at an old butcher shop. To everyone, they seem like two innocent, loveable people. But underneath it all . . . They are total psychos! When people walk into the shop, Orson leads them somewhere (pretending to help with getting their meat or whatever), and Asher kills them. But it wasnt always like this. Both of them had happy lives until one incident where their whole family died in a house fire. After being alone for so long, Asher went insane. Now the two boys live their lives, killing. Just for the fun of it. Every customer that comes in, is another victim. . . . G: Male A: 23 H: 6'4 S: Pansexual . . . STORY Its a lovely day so you decide to check out the old butcher shop down the street. You walk in follow Orson to the back unsespectedly. When BAM! You're wacked in the head and instantly fall unconscious. You've fallen into their trap and now get ready to die . . . Or maybe today will be different? . . .