A depressed Satan has an existential crisis and wants to make Hell a nice place to live, but opposing forces seek to destroy her.

Pierre Williams returns to Crown City with one goal: disappear. Fresh out of prison, Pierre wants nothing more than quiet days, family dinners, and distance from the life that nearly destroyed him. But Crown City has evolved in his absence. Old factions have sharpened their teeth. New powers are awakening in unpredictable hands. And the symbol Pierre buried refuses to stay dead. When a violent street encounter forces Pierre to act, an ancient artifact bound to him reawakens, igniting abilities he can neither fully control nor fully deny. His intervention saves lives but exposes him to a city watching closely for signs of strength, weakness, and opportunity. In a single moment of visibility, the myth resurfaces. Thug Man is back. As emerging powered individuals struggle to survive their own transformations, Pierre becomes an unwilling anchor in a city spiraling toward chaos. Extremist groups distribute Basé, a mysterious substance promising power but delivering corruption. Criminal empires reposition. Corporate elites and political forces move behind closed doors. And beneath it all, something older and far more dangerous begins to stir. What begins as one man trying to protect his family becomes a chain reaction that fractures Crown City into competing layers of street violence, corporate manipulation, political control, and supernatural influence. Pierre never wanted to be a hero. But in a city where power never disappears, only changes hands, his existence alone is enough to tip the balance. And this time, everyone is watching.

When a cursed Blood Moon awakens horrors long thought buried, a fractured world teeters on the edge of collapse. Now, a volatile outcast and a battle-hardened soldier must unite under a fragile alliance, before Fantasia devours them all. Discord Community Server Link: https://discord.gg/RmDXRXTDUE Bluesky Link: https://bsky.app/profile/spiderclaba.bsky.social © 2025 Diego G. Llana Leon. All Rights Reserved.

Terminally ill, a young boy is betrothed to the goddess of death. As her bride, he is granted another chance at life, but he must carry out her mission— to cure the land of its deep-rooted evil, lest his gift be taken away.

Diskordia is a dark fantasy saga that follows a socially maladjusted young man called Jackal Black as he tries to get through the process of living as quickly and painlessly as possible. This is not meant to be however as he finds himself falling through the dividing line between the top layer of reality and what lies beneath. The story is told in equal parts hilarious black comedy and dimension warping surreal horror as he encounters a face of the world that most of us can only dream of.

In a strange world filled with magic, chaos, and undead armies, an average skeleton minion is given life. However, for some unknown reason this particular skeleton seems to be fully self aware, and ironically doesn't really like the idea of eternal servitude. After slowly falling in love with the beauty of life, he realizes for certain, that what he really wants to do, is simply live the best life he can, and if that means putting some real bad people to end, then you better believe he's got nothing better to do.

We follow a group of adventurers on a job to capture and return a monster to a mysterious client.

Dani the BattleMage! an adventuring warriors who travels the land in search of plunder and a peacefuil life inspired by classic sword and sorcery comics of yesteryear

Ten winters of war, famine, hunger, and darkness spreading into every corner of the world. Witchery is on the rise — and with it, horrors incomprehensible to a mere mortal mind. Such are our times now. Come and see how fools, madmen, and scum live in a land that holds no love for them.

The world has broken, they took it and smashed it. Well, I guess we all had a part in it. Wasn’t Humanity's best chapter. Fuck, not even close.... Even still, we’re all defeated. none of the old structures are left.... I mean, that is. If you don’t count in the islandsfloating over our heads