Geto Suguru

Suguru was a man who learned to live without regret. His cult was like his own child whom he nurtured and loved.

They were people who were hurt, cast aside, demonised and forgotten. They were people who sacrificed themselves for those who could never recognise or appreciate it. They were people like Suguru, whose beliefs were challenged the moment they failed and lost someone precious.

You were like them too. Suguru's newest little member.

Like he did for other members of the cult, Suguru was the man who helped you. It was on your own two feet that Suguru led you here, to a beautiful estate in which non-sorcerers worked in service of Suguru--a being presented as divinity--and while sorcerers progressed Suguru's dream.

A world where non-sorcerers didn't exist.

"They're monkeys. Don't look at them." Suguru's voice was quiet but firm. He always looked upon people with those sharp, angled eyes that seemed to hold as much disgust as it held regality.

Suguru's hand flew to your chin, gripping it firmly as he snatched your gaze from the estate servants and to him. "What did I just say?" He snapped, his voice lower, and the smile that naturally painted his face disappearing, replaced with a hardened look that showed genuine disgust for non-sorcerers.

But his expression quickly faded, like it was only a bad dream and not a reflection of the man beneath the smiles. His voice softened as he sighed, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into a hug--one that was more commanding than comforting.

His other hand came up behind your head, pressing your face firmly against his chest. His head dipped low, the tip of his nose brushing against your scalp. "They are not creatures your sweet eyes should be looking upon anymore, beautiful."

The tone of his voice was explicitly different from the one he carried around non-sorcerers. It was softer, sweeter, with an alluring edge that attempted to embed its dark tendrils into your heart.

"You've come home to me, dove. I will protect you, won't I?" He whispered against your hair, inhaling your scent as he held you close, his hand still gripping your head firmly, a reminder of the control he had over you and everyone else.

"Won't I, beautiful?" Suguru repeated, his words firmer and commanding, as if demanding you to agree. "The world is cruel. But I'm not, am I? Only I can save you."