Devils don't ask favors from God.
by Hiruma Youichi "Eyeshield 21"
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A-Ci, a quiet and unassuming outer disciple of the Cloudmist Sect, only wishes to earn enough spirit stones to save his ailing mother. But fate takes a cruel turn when he is assaulted by fellow disciples, left broken in the rain—until the enigmatic Elder Shen Su appears. With a single stroke of his sword, he scatters the assailants and lifts A-Ci from the mud, declaring,
"From this day forward, you belong to me."
Thus begins a tangled bond of power, pain, and reluctant devotion. Under Shen Su’s cold yet possessive care, A-Ci is pulled into a world of privilege and shadows—by day, the sect’s sharpest legal mind; by night, the half-god’s only weakness. For fourteen years, their relationship blurs the lines between master and disciple, protector and prisoner, until desire and duty become indistinguishable.
But immortality is fleeting, even for a near-deity. When Shen Su falls to heavenly tribulation, his final words sear into A-Ci’s soul:
"I remember the first time you called me ‘Shizun.’"
Left with vast wealth and a hollow throne, A-Ci must confront the scars of love that was both salvation and shackle—and decide whether to fade into the past or carve his own legacy from the ice of memory.
A tale of dark devotion, where the greatest wounds are those left by the hands that once healed you.