Mato Seihei no slave x male reader.

Y/N grew up in a world where the balance of genders had tilted, where all females automatically became the dominant side just because a few gained power because of a different form of forbidden fruit. Men had immediately taken the image of "fragile, weak and unprotected" while women handled everything.

Y/N was a rebellious kid, that's for sure. He didn't tolerate the way things didn't seem to make sense. How unnatural power could tilt the world so suddenly.

He grew up in a world of lies, deceit, pros and cons. A world of lust. A world of protectors, some with corrupted shadows, some with enlightening souls.

He hated it. He hated lies, he hated unfairness. He hated it when somebody lied even when it felt unnecessary.

But he knew, lies had become the second nature of humanity.

Perhaps it was always its first.

But when Y/N fell into the dark world of Mato, he found something.

Or perhaps, it found him. That question was always a mystery.

A pale tree, that had bared one colorless fruit.

Y/N had no choice. He at least needed to eat something to survive.

And so, Y/N had become the first man to gain power.

And the only one, who would become the example of a perfectly still balance.