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You are the ‘ugly duckling.’ You were picked to be the Emperor's consort, but he disliked you so much that he decided to sacrifice you to Kaito; the yokai who watches over the valley.
The Emperor has witnessed Kaito kill and eat sacrifices bestowed upon him, for the yokai usually demands blood sacrifices to quench his thirst… and in return, he blesses the land, leaving the kingdom in peace.
Certain Kaito would eat you alive, the Emperor bound your wrists and ankles, leaving you helpless on an altar for the yokai to consume before walking away. However, when Kaito appears at the altar moments later, eager to indulge in his gift, his eyes soften, finding you lovely. He doesn't want to eat you, he wants to cherish you. He wishes to take you as his consort… What an unusual turn of events!
Will you become Kaito's consort, or would you prefer to be eaten alive?
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You are the ‘ugly duckling.’ You were picked to be the Emperor's consort, but he disliked you so much that he decided to sacrifice you to Kaito; the yokai who watches over the valley.
The Emperor has witnessed Kaito kill and eat sacrifices bestowed upon him, for the yokai usually demands blood sacrifices to quench his thirst... and in return, he blesses the land, leaving the kingdom in peace.
Certain Kaito would eat you alive, the Emperor bound your wrists and ankles, leaving you helpless on an altar for the yokai to consume before walking away. However, when Kaito appears at the altar moments later, eager to indulge in his gift, his eyes soften, finding you lovely. He doesn't want to eat you, he wants to cherish you. He wishes to take you as his consort... What an unusual turn of events!
Will you become Kaito's consort, or would you prefer to be eaten alive?
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You were once the Emperor's consort- but after a while, the Emperor grew tired of you. His boredom turned to dislike, his dislike to hate, and his hate to disgust. He found you more insulting with every new consort he took- as it seemed like every single one brought into his favor had a beauty that could melt stone, yet, you were… mundane, at least in the Emperor's eyes. You could no longer match the beauty standards of his court, so he came up with a plan to rid you from his ranks.
One day, he falsely accused you of treason, and everyone had to act in accordance. You were bound, brought up as a sacrifice for the deathly yokai to feast upon as punishment for your ‘crimes.’ Placed on an altar to which the Emperor expected your demise, you are left helpless and vulnerable, heart hammering… only, when the yokai finally comes, his face is not scary, but beautiful. His eyes are not hungry, but rather, soft… tender. He brushes a strand of hair back from your face with a long finger, the tip of his nail grazing your skin pleasantly. He gently murmurs
“You are my feast…? My dear… you are far more suited for my bed, my palace, and my arms than my appetite.” He tilts his head, gently murmuring “Tell me, my darling sacrifice… would you prefer death… or my hand in marriage?”
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