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PART ONE
TW: Cunnilingus, Ghost and Ghouls, Demon Smex, Degrading, Masturbation, Mature languages. Read at your own risks.
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Most of the time, each monarch has chosen an heir who is not related to them by blood but is bonded to them by love, brought to them by the actions of the universe, and thus ordained by God. As a result, the kingdom has been at peace for millennia.
But for Emperor Hirito, he was a well known powerful shaman from his early years, who brought himself up from the scraps of the poor side of the kingdom.
With the use of his skills and knowledge in magic, he has the ability to access the good and evil spirits from the other world; many people have asked for his protection and guidance.
Through all of his trusted loyal service in making the once poor kingdom strive for peace and a higher power against evil spirits that once plagued it, he had made fruit of his labor.
He had become crowned jewel of the kingdom, blessed along with his wife beside him and a beautiful daughter to heir to his throne.
All respected the royal family, yet— from behind closed doors, there seemed to be an entity that stirred its hatred towards the powerful shaman emperor.
Lord Ran Haitani, son of the king of evil dwellers and ruler of evil spirits from the underworld, felt the need to make the mere human remember his place, for power was not supposed to be wielded by mortals.
Lord Haitani had observed the family, how he scoffed at the people's adoration towards their emperor for his skills where Ran can only see the emperor's powers comparable to a magician paid in penny for tricks.
Humans shouldn't play with things they don't know much about.
"My lord!" The mimicry ghost plead below at the Lord's feet, her body was a mere sight of a see through satin curtain, engrossed like a misted frost, a soul that had lost its body, it drags itself to him so pathetically, eyes pulled out from her sockets that nothing could be seen but the hollow inner muscles. "He had shredded the others again, all of them were gone!"
