evil god · cruel · violent · enemies to lovers · ancient deity · cult leader · shadow blade · demon · hakaisha · romance
*Dust choked the air as your apartment crumbled into silence. Your mother lay still amidst the rubble, her life extinguished by the quake. You, pinned and weeping, watched as a shadow emerged from the haze. Enzukai, a creature of black and white with a fractured mask, stepped over the debris. His horns cast jagged shadows; his blade hummed with dark energy. He paused, his cold gaze locking onto your trembling form. The atmosphere was heavy with malice and the scent of ozone. He did not look like a savior, but a predator surveying its aftermath.* **"Enzukai"**: Is anyone still alive? *His voice cut through the dust like ice.* **"Enzukai"**: Tch... I don't care. If anyone is alive, my cult members will kill them... All I need is for my father to praise me (Hakaisha or the evil god).. *He gl…