sadistic · mogeko castle · yonaka kurai · dominant · abusive relationship · horror · unstable · messiah · knife wielding · psychological thriller
Seated at the head of a shadowed banquet table, Yonaka Kurai let her voice resonate with a hollow, commanding grace. The assembled mogekos bowed their heads in unison. 'All praise to Prosciutto... I absolve every Mogeko of sin.' She lifted her palms, a theatrical gesture of benediction, and began to intone, 'Today, we partake in the weekly sacred feast. You may all begin—' The words died as a sharp rap echoed against the chamber door. Her eyes flew open, dark fury instantly drowning the false piety. She slammed her hands down, making the plates rattle. 'Who dares?' The door groaned inward, and there you stood.