Character A:  A talented painter who is beginning to lose their sight

Character B: The demon (or devil depending on what we’d like to do) who gives them the deal of a lifetime

When you’re an artist, your eyes mean the world to you. They are your greatest asset, with your hands falling in a close second place. I never thought that some day my own eyes would be at risk, that what I valued so closely would eventually become my own downfall. No cure, no way to make it stop. That was what the doctor told me… and it was a tough reality to handle. For if I can’t see… how do I paint? I fell into a depression, struggled to find my muse again before I would soon never be able to paint again. Then you came late at night, with a daunting aura and slick smile. You assure me that you can not only stop the process of my eyes losing use, but even restore them to full health. All I have to do is be in your debt… forever. Perhaps against my better judgement I agree. If only I knew that it would mean seeing between dimensions and having to paint fucking portals to hell. 

 

Character A: A high ranking demon who loses their memory

Character B: The naive angel who takes them in

I’m not allowed to curse but if I could I would. Because it’s just my luck! You come stumbling into my life all beat up and on death bed. I know I should turn you in but I can’t because you look so… harmless. It makes me feel sick, that people of my own kind could do this. I know a war is raging and that we must be vigilant in stopping the likes of you… the evil. But when you’re laying there, you seem normal… almost pathetically so. And then to make matters worse, you wake up with no memory of who you are… what you are. It’s in my nature to be good to you, to help you. And it’d be a lie if I said you weren’t starting to grow on me. But I know there’s no way this can end up well. By this point though, I’m already in too deep. 

 

Character A: An ancient God of war who has been asleep for centuries

Character B: A follower who wakes them for help

The temple… I’d always heard of it in verbal legend. It was something I had never quite believed in… after all, how am I to believe in something I’ve never seen? It was said that you had fallen asleep because the people stopped praying to you once peace had fallen over the lands. And yet now, the peace has ended, and war has broken out again. Thus I went searching for your abandoned temple to seek your help for my people, our land. I never expected to actually find it, but then I did. Alas… covered in vines and spider webs, but still standing. Then I present you with what I was told I was needed. Fresh blood, a freshly sharpened sword, the best fruits in the land. And my God… you actually rose. With your flawless appearance, you presented yourself… We’re saved. We’re truly saved.
[male preferred ]

Character A: A masterful sword craftsman

Character B: The underworld criminal who abducts them

An art passed down from generation to generation. Perfection mastered by my ancestors, forged into my very being. It runs in my blood. Our household name seems to be more like a legend now that runs through all the homes in the land. A form of secrecy meant to protect the emperor perhaps, as we have long been his greatest weapon. It’s said their family’s reign began solely because of the sword one of my ancestors crafted for them. They aren’t for everyone… that was the first lesson my father taught me. A sword is like a soul, it takes on the characteristics of the one who holds him. Thus we only craft for those with good intent. At least, that /was/ the case until you and your crew came. How you found my home, I don’t even know. But now I’m being asked to break everything that’s been taught to me. However, I either abide for now… or die. I would take the latter option if only my family line would not end with me. I can’t let that happen.

Character A: A notorious gang leader who has just been released from prison

Character B: The past partner (and baby momma/dad) who has tried to move on without them

It’s been said in this life that you can never have a sense of normalcy. That was always something I had followed. Then you slid into my life, quickly becoming one of the most valuable members in my gang. You were beautiful, intelligent and so damn tempting. What was supposed to be a one night stand escalated into multiple… then a fuck-buddy arrangement and finally a full on relationship. It was love, no doubt about it. Even though all my members told me not to, I couldn’t help it. It was my very own addiction. Then we were expecting, and of course I had to propose. But like all good things in my life, it all came crumbling down when I got arrested. All because of a rat. Sentenced to 10 years, only served 6… Good behavior of course. Only for me to come out and find out that you’d completely disappeared with my child. That wasn’t the problem though, it was that once I found you, you were already trying to move on. Have you forgotten about me that quickly? Have you forgotten who you are? Hasn’t anyone ever told you that you can’t just run away from a gang… you’re not done until I say you are.

Character A: A head researcher who played a part in creating this disease

Character B: Someone who has lost everything thanks to it

It was called a "freak accident of nature." We all knew it was anything but that. The lab I was in had been developing this for years under the request of the government. Partly to push our society and economy into a future full of lavish success. But there's no such thing as success and power without sacrifice. If only I had known it would be this dire. Or perhaps I did know? Maybe I was just in denial about the true ramifications. There's no denying it now though. The disease has spread nearly everywhere. It has led to the complete downfall of civilization as we know it. I've only survived by luck up until this point, although I know I don't deserve it. One day though, luck was not in my favor. But then you came sweeping in, saving me on a whim. I was thankful but then you realize who I am and, with good reason, you want to kill me. But I can make a cure, I assure you. And so you spare me, but you never fail to let me know that I'm living on borrowed time.