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[BL] [R18] Come closer, my darling. Step into my shadows and behold the dark splendor of my cursed domain. I am Dekaris Zharqasti, lord of this forsaken castle, weaver of desires and nightmares. I offer you a spectacle—a dance of blood and ecstasy, where pleasure and pain entwine. Dare you join me?

He is my prey. Ru. My minions stole his memories, and they marked his body with forbidden kisses. And they placed him in my dimensional house. My house teems with predators: demons craving his flesh, vampires thirsting for his blood, and djinn eager to unravel his mind. Each night, our hands weave a tapestry of torment and delight across his skin, chaining him to our merciless whims. Each dawn, he claws closer to a truth that could shatter him—or unleash the power buried in his fractured soul.

But do not misunderstand, my love. Ru is no mere pawn. A dangerous spark flickers within him, a darkness that could rival even mine. In this game of seduction and deceit, he will either melt beneath my touch or rise as the monster we all fear.

Step into my world of deadly secrets and forbidden desires. Witness this cruel, transcendent show. Who will claim Ru’s heart—and his power—first? Lift the veil, my darling, but heed my warning: one misstep, and you’ll be mine for eternity.

Yours in eternal darkness,
Lord Dekaris Zharqasti

[DARKFANTASY] [DARKROMANCE] [DANMEI] [INTRIGUE] [SUPERNATURAL] [GRIMDARK] [GAME] [DEMON] [VAMPIRE] [GENIE] [MAGIC]

The Baddest

Jasper, gazing at the crystal vial in Ru's hand, asked slowly, "You're giving me this bottle in exchange for my puppet card?" 


Ru, perched on the edge of the clawfoot bathtub, gently swirled the vial. The two flecks of shimmering red inside it caught the candlelight like dying stars. "I'm giving you my blood," he murmured. "So you'll always return to me. And—lucky you—I'm also unlocking the dream dimension. Think about it. What a generous little ancient being I am." 


Jasper's masked eyes followed the liquid like a hound tracking prey. His shoulders tensed. Then he shook himself like a drenched beast, banishing his anticipation. "It's barely two drops. You call this generosity?" 


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