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[BL] [R18] A Beauty Woven in Silk. A Secret Shrouded in Shadow. He is...

Ru remembers nothing - only the phantom warmth of stolen kisses and the metallic taste of betrayal. A gilded invitation promises answers but delivers him instead to a den of immortal predators.

Within the castle's opulent halls, demons, vampires, and djinn play their cruel games, and Ru is their most coveted prize. His body ignites their darkest hungers; his fractured soul tempts them beyond reason.

Their hands brand him with pleasure-pain.
Their whispers weave chains of seduction and deceit.
Each night brings him closer to oblivion - or awakening.

Will Ru shatter beneath their merciless desire... or become the monster even monsters fear?

[DARK] [FANTASY] [DANMEI] [YAOI] [ISEKAI] [SUPERNATURAL] [GRIMDARK] [SURVIVAL] [DEMON] [VAMPIRE] [DJINN] [MAGIC]

Stories, like people, evolve with time...
The version you’re reading now is a new path rewritten in 2025.
Some voices from the past may linger in old comments—
but you are walking through the story as it exists today.
Welcome, and may this journey speak to you.

The Baddest

"No. You are no longer a slave," Prince Arazharn said, as he gazed into the massive mirror before them. Reflected in its polished surface was the boy cradled in his lap like a precious, stolen gem. "You are my concubine now." 


Ru's gaze shifted to the intricate necklace adorning the prince's neck, and he began to lift it with a shrug. "Same thing." 


"You're wrong," Arazharn murmured, tightening him possessively. "Genie princes honor their concubines." Slaves serve them." 


"Oh, lovely," Ru said with a dry smile. "So now I get to whip my slaves. What an upgrade." With a playful twist of his fingers, he unclasped the necklace. 


"But I never whipped you," Arazharn said, watching Ru's reflection with almost desperate hunger. "Not once." 


A Sick Love