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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

The last note hung suspended between them—not a weapon now, but a plea. Ru's voice, which had moments before shattered the heavens, broke into a whisper as he cradled Claude's disintegrating form. 


The garden ceased to breathe. Even the memory-flames paused in their dance. 


Claude's lips moved soundlessly, forming words. Ru watched through tear-blurred eyes, reading the shape of every syllable. "They can't... punish you with... my hands... anymore." 


Ru's entire body convulsed with a grief too vast to endure as Claude's form began dissolving at the edges, his divine essence unwriting itself from existence. Ru didn't scream—he shattered. Every breath, every bone, every memory inside him cracked under the weight of what he was losing. 


A Perverse Devotion