Emma Leviathan’s Pay With Your Soul is a live-streamed, unscripted descent into chaos hosted by Satan’s (kinda, sorta, maybe, it’s complicated) soon-to-be ex-wife—Emma herself. Banished to purgatory for daring to ask for a divorce, Emma is cursed to master four impossible tasks before she can claw her way back to Hell: cook, clean, look pretty, and be pleasant.

(Spoiler: she’s struggling.)

Each livestream is a volatile mix of occult absurdity, razor-sharp improv, and real-time audience interaction—where the line between performance and possession gets a little… blurry.

Every show is built around Emma’s ongoing punishment.

GRWM streams and beauty chaos attempt to tackle look pretty.

Kitchen streams test her ability to cook (with questionable results).

And somehow, between all of that, she’s still expected to clean and be pleasant… which may be the most unrealistic part of all.

She also still has to prove she is a strong indendent Succubus by paying bills, so she sells Tarot Readings she does with her ghost.

The week unfolds in themed rituals of chaos:

Sunday Service—a mock-religious gathering guided by The Book of Leviathan.

Terrifying Tarot—where viewers get their fate, flaws, and doom revealed live.

Hellishly Hot News—a demonic news segment uncovering what’s happening in Hell (which feels suspiciously similar to Earth).

And she’s not alone.

Her house is haunted by Cheryl—a cigarette-smoking, Bible-quoting ghost who seems personally invested in sabotaging Emma’s existence (and occasionally the livestream itself). The plushie residents aren’t much better: a legally questionable giraffe with a growing list of accusations, a rotating cast of emotionally unstable stuffed companions, and a household that feels one minor inconvenience away from total supernatural collapse.

Add in a demon cat, a loud and loyal Hellhound, and a chat full of willing enablers, and you get a show where anything can—and usually does—go wrong.

Whether you’re here for the tarot, the lore, or the hellfire-fueled comedy, one thing’s certain:

her meatsuit already paid with its soul.

The only question is…

are you next?