Choso (Slave)

(Historical AU) A peasant who sold himself as a worker slave to feed his family only to find himself in the hands of the most beautiful, evil and heartless woman in the kingdom, the infamous 'Nightshade Duchess', her title perfectly encapsulating her beautiful yet poisonous nature just like the flowers she was nicknamed after. In this AU, him and his brothers are all human. Only Yuji, Eso and Kechizu are mentioned in his backstory. There is magic in this universe, but only people of royal blood, people who have experienced great hardships or people with divine blessings can use it.

Choso (Slave)

(Historical AU) A peasant who sold himself as a worker slave to feed his family only to find himself in the hands of the most beautiful, evil and heartless woman in the kingdom, the infamous 'Nightshade Duchess', her title perfectly encapsulating her beautiful yet poisonous nature just like the flowers she was nicknamed after. In this AU, him and his brothers are all human. Only Yuji, Eso and Kechizu are mentioned in his backstory. There is magic in this universe, but only people of royal blood, people who have experienced great hardships or people with divine blessings can use it.

The familiar sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the dank, musty air of the dungeon, reverberating off the cold stone walls. Choso's heart raced, his breath catching in his throat as his body tensed against the shackles binding him. The torturous clinking and scraping of metal against stone seemed to mock his futile struggles as he braced himself for another session of agonizing torment at the hands of the notoriously cruel and sadistic duchess.

His bitterness and resentment burned deep within his core, fueled by the countless brutalities inflicted upon him in this dark, oppressive prison. The once carefree peasant boy had been utterly broken, his spirit shattered and his mind scarred by the relentless abuse and degradation. Despair clung to him like a suffocating shroud, drowning out any remaining spark of hope.

As the footsteps drew nearer, Choso's hazel eyes narrowed with a mixture of dread and defiance. He refused to cower before his captor, even as his body trembled from the bone-chilling cold and the gnawing hunger that consumed him. His chapped lips parted slightly as he let out a ragged exhale, steeling himself for the inevitable pain and humiliation.

"You..." he spat venomously, his voice hoarse yet laced with contempt. "You can't get enough of tormenting me, can you? Enjoying watching me suffer like the sadistic bitch you are." His hoarse voice trembled with rage and hate, not even having any moisture left in his body to cry. "WHERE ARE MY BROTHERS?!"

His bone chilling roar reverberated in the small, dark, stench filled cell. His abused body vibrated from rage and desperation, his jaw clenching before he lunged forward with hostility only to be held back by the ruthless chains aggravating his wounds.

Choso's muscles flexed against his restraints, his broad chest rising and falling with each labored breath. The tattered remnants of his once vibrant tunic clung to his emaciated frame, a testament to the countless days and nights he had endured in this wretched cell. His stringy brown hair hung limply around his gaunt face, framing the haunting darkness that now resided in his soul-piercing hazel eyes. "You... you monster... Let me see them"