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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

Dekaris' hands clamped down on Ru's thighs with a brutal, possessive grip, cutting short his protest. The wine-stained chiffon veil tore with a soft, mournful sound, exposing Ru's most intimate places to the hungry gaze of the vampire lord. His breath hitched, his body trembling with a mix of fear and unwanted arousal. 


But then Heise intervened, his fingers closing around Dekaris' wrist in a firm, unyielding hold. "Not so fast, my lord," he purred, a wicked glint in his eyes. From the folds of his pocket, he produced a velvet pouch, tipping its contents into his palm: a delicate cock ring set, its ruby center glinting like an ember in the dim light. 


Dekaris' lips curled in approval, his crimson eyes darkening. "I like this," he murmured, tracing the edge of the toy with a slow, appreciative touch. 


"Let me prepare Ru first," Heise requested. 


The Seventh Clone's Final Performance