Record of Ragnarök: Reloaded (ROR x Enlightened Male Reader)

Chapter 4

In the rugged Siberian village of Pokrovskoye, Grigori Rasputin's youth was marked by a heady cocktail of indulgence-alcohol, sex, and brawls under the unforgiving gaze of the Russian wilderness. He was a young man whose passions knew no bounds, and it was said that the flicker of danger in his eyes was as alluring as it was menacing.

From the tender age of 17, Grigori had developed an insatiable appetite for life's pleasures. The local tavern, with its potent spirits, became a second home, and there was rarely a night when he wasn't the life of the raucous party, with tales of his exploits whispered far and wide. It wasn't just the alcohol that fueled his fervor; it was an insatiable lust for the forbidden and a thirst for the unknown.

In the dimly lit corners of the village, he engaged in dalliances that scandalized the townsfolk, his charisma attracting lovers like moths to a flame. His life was a tumultuous cycle of passion and excess, with each new sunrise bringing fresh chaos.

But when Grigori Rasputin turned 21, fate intervened in the form of his father, Yefim. Tired of watching his son spiral into a world of debauchery and excess, Yefim issued an ultimatum.

❆•[Rasputin Household, 1890]•❆

In the dimly lit kitchen of their humble home, the tension hung heavy in the air. Grigori Rasputin, disheveled and reeking of alcohol, staggered through the door with the raucous laughter of the village tavern still ringing in his ears. He barely registered the stern expressions on his father and mother's faces as he closed the door behind him.

As Grigori approached the table, his father, Yefim, stood up, his eyes a mix of sternness and fatherly concern. His mother, Anna, sat quietly beside him, her eyes filled with tears she could no longer hold back.

Yefim: Grigori, my son - He began, his voice firm but laced with a father's love - I cannot stand the way you spiral into this kind of debauchery. Ever since that day when I caught you drinking, or that day when you came home covered in bruises... - He paused, shaking his head - And not to speak of your many late night outings with various lasses

Grigori, typically a master of silence in the face of authority, stared at his father but said nothing.

Yefim: I insisted for four long years that you should grow as a person, not leaving your family or responsibilities to last priority, and yet, you didn't listen. You just stare and maintain silence like you do to everyone you dislike, completely ignoring my advice and worries

The room was filled with an unbearable silence as Yefim's words hung in the air.

Yefim: From now on - Yefim finally declared, his voice resolute - Be a man, because I'm kicking you out of this household if not

Grigori's eyes widened in disbelief, but he remained silent, his gaze fixed on the wooden table before him.

Yefim: Remember this conversation, Grigori, because I won't welcome you in this village again unless you return changed

Grigori did not speak at all, he knew he was wrong, however he wouldn't admit it either, the danger and strong emotions be it from vodka or sex, was great, and he wouldn't leave it behind so easily

Yefim: I see... - He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose frustrated - I will have to speak your language

Yefim kicks the front door open, grabs Rasputin by his coat's collar then hurls him on the snow face-first