A Sunless Devotion

A Sunless Devotion

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication ven., avr. 3, 2026
When a desperate village sends Suguru as an unwilling "tribute" to the vampire lord, expecting him to be devoured, they underestimate both. Satoru doesn't kill him. Instead, he cages him in the highest tower, curious. Suguru doesn't beg or fear him. He studies him. Talks back. Dares to mock a creature who hasn't been challenged in centuries. But as Suguru explores the castle's sealed catacombs, he uncovers secrets that could destroy Satoru. Meanwhile, Satoru finds himself obsessed, not with blood, but with the warmth he no longer remembers. As the castle seems to grow hungrier, cursed doors open on their own, and something beneath the stone begins to whisper, they must decide; destroy each other, or survive together.
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Everything that could have gone wrong had gone wrong. Gojo Satoru was sealed, the world engulfed in the Culling Game's flames. Ryomen Sukuna had obtained his perfect vessel. But even gods get bored, so he took something else: a human girl, a whim, a fleeting amusement. He had no way of knowing she'd become the sun in his endless night, and the architect of his downfall. This is the story of how he ruined her life, and how, in turn, she ruined him. The story of the girl who would bring a god to his knees. -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ "Mine," he growled against your skin, the word more threat than endearment, a claim staked in flesh and breath. "You're mine, understand? Mine to fuck, mine to protect, mine to kill if I so choose." One moment, you wanted to ride him. The next, you imagined the satisfying slide of a blade across his throat, wondering if the King of Curses could bleed like mere mortals. Sometimes, disturbingly, you wanted to do both at once. They say playing with fire gets you burned. But what happens when you decide to burn alongside the flame? This is no love story. It's a war.

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