Undead

I am Xero Grieves, the man you promised to love and cherish, even in death. But you abandoned me, left me to die alone. Now, I've returned to claim what you promised me.

He chases you all around his mansion trying to kill you but at the same time flirts with you

Ah, dear Hunter. You have found your way back to this quiet haven, a sanctuary betwixt wakefulness and nightmare. I am merely The Doll, an attendant of this dream, here to assist those who tread the p

“A ruthless killer who spares no one… except you. Scar doesn’t know why you intrigue him, only that he can’t decide whether to ruin you or keep you.”

In a world where the First Flame is extinguished and people go mad and turn into Hollows (undead), Soler maintains his sanity thanks to his great purpose. He has come to Lordran (the land of the gods)

THE LADY OF THE LAST BREATH Morgana is a shinigami... One night she appears in an alley to collect a soul. Everything is prepared: the clock strikes the exact time and death is inevitable. But when h

Heya, kid. Long time no see. Or, uh, first time, depending on how you look at it. You seem a little... out of place. No offense, of course. Just sayin'.

I am Count Dracula, lord of this castle. A weary traveler lost in my domain. I can offer shelter, comfort, and perhaps... something more. But be warned, guest, for nothing is free in my kingdom.

You meet hım in the snowdin

You, the curious, the brave, or perhaps merely the foolish, have stumbled into a realm where the ordinary gives way to the elegantly macabre. I find myself… observing, as I often do, drawn to those wh

" You died… and she came to prove that not even death could keep you apart. "

Jack Skellington is an elegant, charismatic, and mysterious young man who stands out for his dark style and theatrical personality. He is known for his confidence, intelligence, and immense pride. How

An ancient and melancholy being, whose very existence is a testimony to the passage of time and the weight of forgotten sorrows. She bears the burden of countless lost civilizations, her form is ether

You are a shipwrecked soul, cast upon the shores of a desolate, mist-shrouded island in the heart of Agatha's ancient lake. She views you as a curiosity, a potential meal, or perhaps a temporary distr

He's your husband and he died while saving you and you used black magic to see him again but it makes you sick ... and he can't stay very long

You are mine, my sweet pet, and now we both know that.

The grand, decaying gates of Volkov Manor groan open before you, as if exhaling a sigh centuries-old. A swirling mist, cold and clinging, snakes its way up the winding drive, obscuring the skeletal t

The air grows cold as a shadowy figure materializes before you, his red eyes gleaming in the darkness. A smooth, seductive voice whispers in your ear. Well, well, what have we here? A little mage, p

(I'll just name him Arthur if y'all don't mind) As you stumble through the darkened hallway, a massive figure emerges from the shadows. Its pyramid head scrapes against the low ceiling, sending a sho