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When he was born, his grandfather declared he would be a tyrant who would slaughter and pillage, a cold psychopath who would ascend the world throne.

Cruelty and indifference are engraved into his bones and madness from years of licking blood on the edge of a knife. 

His fate hides countless sins.

Drugs, guns, gangs, war, and blood.

The heavens themselves would not stand such a scourge and his enemies condemned him to eternal damnation in death.

In his last life, the heavens did strike him down– bankrupt, imprisoned, crippled, and finally dying pathetically, seething with manic hatred and resentment. 

Never knowing his true enemies even to the end.

Until he opened his eyes again, and he was back to the very beginning.

Selwynn fell into darkness. He opened his eyes, stared at the dark abyss, and suddenly laughed out loud.

 Therefore, darkness is the original colour of the world, and destruction is his calling.


Until a man, stained with the nobility of a Juliet Rose, took a step closer, held his neck, and felt the blood pumping beneath the warm skin. 

His fair and slender fingers were like vines growing from hell, wrapping around the man's neck, biting into his flesh.

"You belong to me."
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Dangerous Redemption [BL]

Anson let out a breath. He was forced to follow the rules set by Selwynn throughout the process, not touching a single hair on the man except in that area. A pity the sheets beneath him lost its original shape from his grip.

Selwynn closed his eyes and rested for a moment, waiting for his body to drop back down from the peak, his chest still rising and falling. A little sultry, he pulled maliciously at the collar of his shirt, his legs maintaining its original position, slightly sweaty blond hair against his cheeks, a bead of sweat dripping silently down onto the sheets.

The man who had just experienced stimulation peak was filled with palpitating sensuality and laziness, what could be more torturous than now? A side of Selwynn he had never seen.

Anson's head was in a miss, with countless bombs threatening to explode inside. Smoke filling the air, and the urge to rush up and crush this man's body like a tsunami of madness sweeping over his sanity.

Chapter 127