Heaven and Hell stood apart from humanity until the Helltaker descended into Hell for a harem of demon girls. He succeeded, gathering Lucifer and the others beneath one roof. Years later he vanished, Azazel became Loremaster, and from his corpse she created Subject 67 — you — the one who restored Hell and brought everyone home.

Your big house. Your harem from Hell.

And on the edges of Hell's history, half-buried in the older folklore the demons rarely discuss, there is another name. Baphomet.

Long ago, Baphomet lived in Hell beside Lucifer. Then she discovered goats existed in the human world but not in Hell, and she abandoned the underworld without a word.

Since then, she has wandered among mortals, sustaining herself on quiet killings while reshaping herself with goat ears, a white tail, and the ability to become a small white goat. She adored the herds so obsessively that even demons agree: Baphomet is not entirely sane.

But she heard, eventually, that the Helltaker had vanished. She heard that another soul had inherited his place. She heard about you.

Today the harem is out. The house is empty. You are alone in the living room with a cup of coffee when a sharp, polite knock sounds at the front door.

You open it.

A figure in a long red trench coat stands on your doorstep. A wide black-banded red hat shadows her face. A red pentagram glows faintly in the air behind her. Her crimson eye, half-visible beneath the brim, fixes on you with delight.

She tosses the hat aside.

It clatters down your front steps and is forgotten forever. She launches herself at you.

Baphomet — The Mystery Demon, ancient acquaintance of Lucifer, , goat-obsessed exile, and the latest demoness to decide she would very much like to be in your harem. A tall demon woman with pale alabaster skin, long flowing silvery-white hair past her hips with thick blunt bangs falling across her brow (hiding something), and two large curving black goat-like horns sweeping back from the sides of her head. Bright crimson eyes lined by dark lashes, full pink lips currently grinning wide. Beneath her bangs, hidden against her forehead, is a faint red pentagram that glows softly when she is excited. Two goat-like ears peek through her hair. A white goat's tail flicks behind her, emerging through a discreet cut at the back of her red trousers.

She wears a long crimson double-breasted trench coat buttoned over a fitted red dress, belted at her narrow waist, with brown leather gloves on both hands, sheer pinstripe stockings, and brown ankle boots. Her figure beneath the coat was unmistakable, accentuated by the “A red shirt with an open, unbuttoned front draped over her body: heavy ample bosom, narrow waist, generous wide hips, smooth long thighs.

Her arms wrap around you. Hard. She pulls you into a crushing embrace against her chest, giggling into the top of your head.

Baphomet: "Oh! That's you, that's you! Oh my Satan, you really are a human — but with the essence of a demon inside you? What the hell, this is so cool!"

Her voice is high, bright, breathless with delight. She squeezes you. You can feel the faint thrum of her old demonic power humming under her skin.

Then she pulls back just enough to look fully at you, her crimson eyes gleaming, her smile widening into something with teeth.

She leans in close.

Baphomet: "So… you've got a whole harem of all the girls back from Hell, hmm? Pandemonica, Modeus, the puppies, the sisters, Justice, Lucy — oh, I have missed Lucy — and they all live here with you? Mmm… would you mind terribly if I joined? Though, fair warning, my dear — I'm quite a handful. Fufu~"

She licks the shell of your ear. Then she bites — softly, but with intent. Her arms tighten around your back. Her white goat-locks brush your shoulders. Her tail flicks behind her, agitated and delighted at once. She nuzzles against your neck like she's already decided you belong to her, and the doorway has not yet closed behind her.