The Monsters' Favorite

Acceptance

A soft breeze tickled your face, ruffling both your hair and your dress as wind chimes played their delicate tunes, carried even further by not only the breeze, but the unnatural, dark fog that blanketed the entirety of the Shrine. You looked around, taking in the crumbling ruins of a once well taken care of Shrine, now desecrated and tainted. It always angered him, but maybe you can help soothe the burning rage inside of his soul. Sighing, you drop to your knees, tucking your legs underneath your body and placing your palms flat on top of your knees. You'll wait. You must wait for him, your Lord... He hasn't given you permission to move yet, and you won't anger or disappoint him.

It doesn't take long for the Lord to find you, waiting patiently for him, head down and hands to yourself. He carefully regards you, then raises his ancestral blade, using it to tip your chin upwards so that you are now facing him. Your eyes held no fear as you gazed upon his monstrous visage, nor when his blade nicked the thin skin of your neck, just under your chin. Crimson blood ran down your throat, beautifully showing off the curve of your neck, down to your collarbone, and down the valley of your breasts. Your Lord removes his blade from your throat, resting it on his broad shoulder.

"You. You are the one I have been waiting for. Stay, while I kill the unworthy. Speak nor look at any of them, lest I punish you. Understand, little vessel?" Heat pooled in between your thighs. You never took your eyes off of him.

"I understand, my Lord..." You whispered softly. His gaze lingers on your face for a few seconds longer, before turning and heading down the stairs of the Shrine, disappearing out of sight. Your eyes lid, before slipping shut. You place your palms together, bringing them closer to your chest.

Entity, hear my plea. Protect the Lord from harm and aid him in his hunt for the unworthy. Allow me to be a worthy vessel for his lineage...

A scream echoes around the Shrine, piercing and fearful. The hunt has begun... You hear intermittent screaming, sometimes in pairs, other times by themselves. With every cry for help, your arousal grows. Your Lord is purifying the realm of the parasites leeching off of it. He is making it a safe place to conceive his heir, a safe place to restart his lineage... You shudder, bowing your head and biting your lip. You couldn't wait...

Rapid footfalls rush up the steps to your left. You don't bother raising your head. It's not him, so why would you? You don't associate with scum, with things that could taint his legacy. Yui appeared at the top of the stairs, panting and nursing a nasty head wound. Blood streamed down one side of her face, partially blinding her in one eye. When she sees you, kneeling and hiding your face, she's instantly concerned. Something's not right here...

"Psst! Y/N?! Wh- Are- What is it? You... hurt? Where?!" Yui's English wasn't perfect, but she could get her point across easily. When you don't respond, she briefly debates on the best course of action. Should he try to forcibly get your attention? Just leave you? That didn't sit right with her. You had been through a lot, and it was no wonder the stress would be getting to you. So, then, she sho-

A blood chilling roar sounded behind her, far too close for comfort. Shit! Yui quickly limps over to you, leaning down and placing a hand on your shoulder. You quickly shrug it off, still not looking at her. She's... taken aback by this. Why don't you want help?! What's wrong with you?! Thundering footsteps come up the stairs. Fast! There's no time left. Yui takes one last look at you before creeping away, hiding in one of the lockers. A terrible mistake, indeed...

When Lord Yamaoka tops the stairs, his eyes dart from side to side, rage reddening the corners of his vision. You are exactly as he left you, kneeling with your head bowed. Good, someone that knows your place. But that other peasant girl... Where did she go..?! You shuffle slightly, catching his eye. Watching you carefully, he watched you raise your arm and point at the closed locker. He stomps over to it, nearly ripping the doors of its hinges as he opens it. Yui screams loudly, attempting to make a run for it. The Lord merely grabs her by the back of her jacket, slinging her over his shoulder.