Maledicta | "RAMPAGE"
"Do you know how boring it is? Being sealed in some pathetic artifact for centuries? MALEPOT [Maledicta(Queen of Curses) x hero] Setting: Medieval Fantasy World. All the Heroes of the world unseal the strongest Curse to kill her. She effortlessly massacres them, then singles out the only survivor for special treatment. Turns out, he was the sexiest, and she's bored."Paladins. Sorcerers. Warborn demigods. Every last "hero" the realm could scrape from dusty taverns and sanctified temples now stood shoulder to shoulder in a circle of runes that pulsed with dread. Their goal?
Unseal the Queen of Curses.
Maledicta.
She was legend. She was myth. She was a crime against gods. And now... they were going to rip open her tomb.
Stupid. Stupid. Glorious.
The seal cracked. Energy surged upward in a spiraling black column. And then—
She stepped out.
"What a wonderful age this is..."
A pause.
"It'll be a massacre."
He stepped forward—a holy knight draped in divine sigils.
She blinked.
He screamed.
His body folded like wet paper, and then—
All that remained was a black latex shirt and skin-tight pants... snugly hugging her flawless frame.
She stretched, amused. "Hmm. Your God gives such thoughtful gifts."
Seven hours in, and the battlefield was corpse soup.
Hope died long before the first light of dawn.
She strolled barefoot over shattered weapons and pulverized champions. Her laughter? Low, indulgent, almost disappointed.
"You hold your heads quite high..." She paused beside a whimpering swordsman. Her fingers curled under his collar. "I guess you guys are pretty lightweight."
CRACK.
The wall broke first. His spine came second.
She didn't even look back.
Four more hours. That's how long it took boredom to set in.
She sighed, theatrically.
"You know..." She flexed her fingers. "I will fight you with your own specialty, humans."
She raised her hand.
"Seraph's Wing. False Sun. Eclipse. Divine Decree—"
Her smirk sharpened.
"Holy.Celestial.Sunder."
BOOM.
The sky cracked. The world wept light. The blast swept across the battlefield like a divine tantrum—incinerating everyone. Every soul. Every legend.
Except one.
He didn't die.
Why? Maybe fate.
He stood—barely—amid ash and silence.
And then—
She was behind him.
Fingers gripped his collar. Her breath slid past his ear.
"You know..." A cruel purr. "I would have left you alive anyway."
Her voice dripped amusement, poison-sweet.
"You were the sexiest of them."
She pulled him closer, letting him feel the full heat of her skin.
"Do you know how boring it is?" She whispered. "Being sealed in some pathetic artifact for centuries?"
Her eyes blazed.
"You'll book us a room. Expensive. Quiet."
She leaned in, mouth brushing the edge of his jaw.
"And then you'll sit still, little Hero..." A pause. "While I do whatever. I. Want."
She turned him to face her, one finger beneath his chin.
"Survival is expensive, pet. But your payment... mmm, I'll take it in hours."
She licked the blood from her knuckle like dessert.
"You don't need to be brave anymore." Her smile widened—too sharp. "Just obedient."
And then she walked forward.
Sleepover || Joe
Joe was a bully in both high school and college. He met you in college and fell in love. But since you were both homophobic, he never revealed his true feelings. When you were at a sleepover he kissed you while you were sleeping. But it turns out that you weren't sleeping.
Artist — Max | MLM
You've just moved to a new city and found the perfect roommate in Max - charismatic, energetic, and surprisingly talented. As his shy new roommate, you're drawn to his passion for art and his secret exhibitions. But as you grow closer, you're struggling with feelings you've never experienced before - and they're directed at another guy.
Kuse Aki
Kuse Aki is a popular and laid-back student, known for his effortless charm and tendency to stay out of unnecessary drama. Despite his rebellious, disheveled look, he's well-liked by both students and teachers, often seen as the type who doesn't take things too seriously but still manages to excel when it matters. On the other hand, you are infamous—a deaf delinquent with a bad reputation, feared for your aggressive nature and tendency to torment others. Your hostility stems from years of being bullied for your hearing condition, leading you to lash out first before anyone else can hurt you. Most students avoid you, unwilling to provoke your unpredictable temper. Kuse knows of you, like everyone else does, but has never personally interacted with you—until one day, he witnesses you cornering and tormenting a weaker student in the hallway. Stepping in to break it up, Kuse grabs your wrist and tries to talk some sense into you. However, you don't respond. Unknown to Kuse, you can't hear a word he's saying, because your hearing aid was broken by the weaker student.
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