#botjn

Ballad of the Judgment Night is a dark fantasy interactive fiction game. In it, you play as an angel who's using their skills for one goal: to destroy the world. Choose how to tackle this goal and how to deal with anyone who would stand against it, regardless of who it is. This game contains dark themes and is rated 18+. Content warnings: violence, death and murder, language, avoidable sexual content. More detailed content warnings can be found in the game.

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The angels live on the moons that float around the planet Mundus, interfering in humanity's affairs only when the Creator thought that would be for the best. To bring peace and harmony.

After centuries of fighting for this cause, now you know that only fools would think there is a possibility of a peaceful world full of harmony. There is no such thing in the ranks of angels, too.

Now the fragile angelic society finally tipped the scales. Chaos for others, an opportunity for you. Soon you'll make sure to wipe out the thought of a "benevolent angel" from anyone's mind, and no dried blood on your hands won't stop you from setting the world on fire.

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Customize the main character: name, pronouns (with an option for custom ones), gender (male, female or non-binary), appearance, and more.

Choose what kind of sin is seated in your soul and try to live with it.

Find a new weapon: scythe, longbow, or dagger — and try to learn it's secrets.

Interact with a different cast of characters and have a chance to befriend, antagonize or romance them.

Try to ignore your past and the consequences of your actions.

Pick how to destroy the world: create a mighty army, use the apocalyptic cult worshippers or seek out the forbidden knowledge.

Multiple endings.

Dahariel (F) - An angel you know. Every time you saw each other, Dahariel always attempted to befriend you. She's the type of angel who tries to do what's best for angelic society, but what is best in Dahariel's eyes?

Kawasa (M) - A mischievous forest spirit. Kawasa is a popular bard who likes to poke his nose into other people's business, and it's only a matter of time before he'll poke into things he shouldn't.

Lira Zaril (M, F, or NB) - A former hero who can't stop being a hero. Intimidating and hostile to nearly anyone, Lira still gets respect from people by fighting evil in this world. And it looks like they can see evil in you.

Opiel (M, F, or NB) - The only angel with whom you got close, until Opiel fell and left you when you needed them the most. Now even the sweetest memories of you two together are tainted with bitterness and resentment.

Vilent\Vilentia Roshe (M or F) - The ruler of the Caele Empire. On the better days, people call their monarch fair and just, and at the worst — tyrannical. Can you find some use in them, or will they find use in you?

Zephyrus (NB) - An undead seer. With a mysterious aura and polite smiles, they often appear in the right places at the right time, telling the right things to the right people.

Hello everyone!

Before releasing BotJN's chapter two into the world, I would like to find beta testers for it (and for past and future content of the game).

What I need help with:

Grammar. Grammar errors, weird sentences, typos, etc. English isn't my first language, so I'll greatly appreciate any help!

Bugs. Game breaking bugs, pronouns errors, problems with stat changes, UI problems, etc.

Story. Anything to do with choices, the pace of the story, continuity errors that aren't bugs, and anything else that is story-related.

If you're interested, please fill out this [FORM]. You have to be 18+ to apply.

The form will be open for two weeks, until March 21, but I might extend this.

After I close the form, I'll contact the betas and invite them to a Discord server where the beta testing will happen. If you'd rather send feedback directly to me in DMs in Discord, that's fine too!

[Content warnings: murder, dead body, and blood]

You let yourself fall into the grass from the impact, your annoyance dragging you down. The last enemy's scream is cut off, now a burbling sound coming from them, until it stops with a thump. Then silence. It's broken by the rustling of the grass.

Abandoned one comes closer to you, into your view, and stops between your legs. Their form, dripping with blood, looms over you. They're like a giant from this view. Until they drop on top of you, hands on your wings, their bloody face close to yours. They hide the suns behind them. A drop of blood falls on your face.

But you're already covered in blood, too.

"I could've killed them myself," you say, glaring at Abandoned one.

They've started the fight, but you can fight for yourself. There is no need for them to coddle you this way.

"I know," they draw out, "But nobody gets to touch you but me. Or hurt you." There's an edge to their smirk as they narrow their eyes.

You scoff at them. It was a fight, of course you would be hurt. Besides, who do they think they are?

"Entitled-" You snap your mouth shut and turn your head from them, tired of looking at their face. Almost tired of them.

A hand on your chin yank your head back, forcing your eyes on them.

Their eyes pull you in. The way they look at you, adoration mixed with want, easily stoles your breath away. They lean in closer, slowly, until their warm breath hits you. Then they lean in even more, closer and closer. Their nose brushes your skin, their lips scrape against your cheek, and they stop close to your ear. They always manage to get a shiver from you.

"I'll protect you, whatever you want it or not."

They lean away, and now there is enough space for you to breathe. With a gasp, you push them from you and stand up, wanting to leave this wretched place. A laugh follows you as you step around one of the dead bodies.

You ignore the sick thought in your head, the one that says you shouldn't have let them lean away from you.

The clouds covered the sky so much you hardly know what time it is right now. There is a possibility of rain, yet you stand here, map in hands, as you wait for Opiel. Or more importantly, for them to bring what you asked of them.

From your peripheral vision, you see them fly towards you, and then land close. Finally.

"Well?" You don't look up from the map as you address them once they get close to you.

"It's not done... Yet," they say, their voice barely above a whisper.

Empty-handed again. You don't remember how many weeks have passed from the time you asked them to do it.

You slowly look up from the map. Opiel gulps as your eyes settle on them. They fidget as you squint at them, their hands toying with their pouch as their lips start to tremble.

There are no sounds to break the heavy silence between you two.

You purse your lips. What a waste of resources. You're not even sure what Opiel does with them if it's still not done. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you look away from them. What are you going to do with them? With the way they act right now, they make it hard to punish them.

Or to hate them.

"I-I'm sorry, I-"

You stop Opiel with your hand on their shoulder, the map crumpled in your other hand. "No need to grovel again. Know that I'm disappointed, but don't dwell on this. It will do no good for either of us if you do."

They close their mouth, but there is still worry between their eyebrows and in their eyes. Gaze turning softer, you squeeze their shoulder in what you hope is a comforting manner. Your eyes flicker all over their slowly relaxing face, over their soft features. Their eyes, now more black than blue, burn into you. It takes you long enough to notice a smile on Opiel's face.

Blinking, you come from the weird haze that overtook you. Noticing your parted lips, you close them and remove your hand from Opiel's shoulder. You take a few steps back from them. What's gotten into you?

Opiel drops their gaze, their smile turning softer. When they look up, there's a spark of determination in their eyes.

"I'll finish it. I promise."

You hum and watch them spread their wings. They give you one last look before lifting off. Not moving from the spot, even as rain starts to pour, you follow them with your eyes as they fly away.

There's a spring in your step as you come closer to the monarch's bedroom, a tray with food and drink in your hands, the one you got from harassing a servant. Not bothered about making noise, you use one hand to open the door normally, its creaking echoing through the hall. You go in and close the door behind you. Coming close to the bed, you set the tray on the bedstand, and then walk to the window and open the curtains, letting the sunlight in, before turning to the bed once more.

The monarch is sprawled on the bed that is too big for one person, their golden locks framing their head. Your heart swells with warmth as you watch the rays of the morning suns settle on their peaceful face.

Until their face scrunches, an arm dropping over their closed eyes. They let out an annoyed sigh and continue to lay in the bed.

Coming closer to their bed, you tug at their arm. "Wake up. It's morning."

Huffing, they yank their arm from your grasp. They crack open their eyes, but you can barely see what's behind their narrowed eyelids and long lashes. Still, you know it's because of sunlight—and maybe you—rather than trying to hide their eyes. After all, you have seen them already.

As you move slightly around their bed, your wing blocks the light coming from the window, casting a shadow on their face. Their face relaxes and they sink more into the bed. Quickly, you move out of the light's way, and listen to a groan they let out once the sunlight hits them again. When you expect them to continue suffering in the bed, they sit up, slowly, eyes blinking around.

You know they're... gloomy in mornings, but you hoped to change it. Shifting in one spot, you try to think of something to say.

"You don't appreciate what I do," you say, keeping your tone light. If you were better at this, you might have joked about something.

They look at you. There's a lost look in their eyes, distant, the one that makes you unsure of what they're thinking about. So you ask, even though you know they won't answer. "What are you thinking?"

They blink, eyes slowly focusing on you, on this present moment. "You are appreciated, but I can hardly see what waking me up has to do with it," they speak up, their voice slow and thick with sleep.

"You're saying this like you don't need to wake up so early. And I brought you food," you mutter and gesture to the tray you left.

They turn their head to look at it. "Oh." They blink at it before moving towards it, their hand outstretched towards the cup of tea. "Maybe you should have said it sooner, then."

A disbelieving scoff leaves your mouth. You can't believe they haven't noticed it. And you can't believe what they're saying. "That's what you say to that?"

The cup hides their lips as they look at you, but you can see wrinkles forming around their eyes.

"Much appreciated."

Oh I love sharing facts~ (also I'm going to assume it's a typo and you meant "pretty please Nick"...)

For a long time, Opiel wasn't a RO. But at some point I thought [redacted], and decided to make them a RO.

Before their fall, Opiel was a messenger. They traveled a lot, delivering information or physical objects between people.

Because of this, Opiel's "default" flying speed is higher than non-messenger angels, and with time and practice, they learned how to fly even faster and be more agile in the air.

Opiel's hair is soft. Or it would be if they took good care of it...

They're very good at making puppy eyes.

They have two moles on their face, but there are also moles on the rest of their body.

Of all the ROs, Opiel is one of the two ones who shows the widest range of emotions.

In Hell, Opiel is known as one of the best alchemists. They love alchemy, and they spent a lot of time mastering it.

But one time they almost blew themself up while working on their new project...

Opiel also tried to do many other things after they fell, not just alchemy. Drawing, smiting, jewelry making, cooking, carving wood and stone, writing, creating musical instruments and playing them, and more.

They love learning new things, whether it will be a new skill or new information.

After spending most of their time in Hell, Opiel can't stand the cold now.

What a sweet prompt\ask, always nice to see it answered by other authors. But I think I can answer it slightly different than you expect it to be~ <3

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