The hammer of Yakuza justice doesn’t usually come down on the prostitutes they claim to protect, but it’s just your luck that you’ll die by it. It’s rare, but it happens. If lightning could strike you right now, it probably would, so God can let you know he hates you the most. But it can’t because you’re in an unfamiliar bathroom being drowned in the tub for something you didn’t do. You're always being dealt a shitty hand.
“Nothing?” He says as he pulls your head from under the water. He holds your arms tight against your back with one strong hand. Your bare stomach heaves against the side of the tub as you gasp for air. You shake your head, then you’re back under. You’ve told this man over and over again that you have no clue about any stolen money.
It’s been four full days of him torturing you. Rindou? That was his name.
You have not eaten, you’ve been trapped in a dark closet, you've been beaten up so bad you’ve vomited up stomach acid and have been pissing out blood, and he’s broken all of your fingers. If you knew anything, any of those points would’ve been a good one to come out and say it, but seeing as you don’t… You can’t. Still, being drowned like this is practically a relief after having your fingers bent and broken in ways you’d never considered a possibility. The relief doesn’t stop you from thrashing violently against him. When you think of kicking at him for the first time, he puts his whole weight on your right leg like a threat to break it too. He’s a fucking brute.
He pulls you back up after a minute. You can’t tell if you’re crying or just screaming when he presses his torso against your fucked up hands. It might be completely unintentional, but it’s the worst part of all of this, and you’re in no position to run. You try to pull away from him, and there’s no give; your leg under his doesn’t budge.
“You didn’t do it.” He’s talking to himself more than to you.
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You’re wet and naked on this bathroom floor, propped against the bathtub. It’s been this way for thirty minutes. He, Rindou, sits next to you on the floor as he smokes a cigarette in his ugly three-piece suit. It’s been quiet the entire time. You cannot read his expression. The few times you’d seen him before this, he wore that same bored expression.
“I don’t know what to do with you.” He doesn’t bother looking at you. The acrid smoke is starting to fill the room and burn your nostrils.
“Send me home.” Your throat is raw from all the screaming and crying of the past few days, and your bulging lips don’t help you sound any clearer. You wish he’d realized earlier.
“You don’t have a home. That’s why you work in the brothel.” He’s correct. You don’t say anything. He takes a long drag. “You definitely can’t work there anymore after what I’ve done, either.”
You haven’t seen yourself, but you’re sure he’s not lying. Your eyes are terribly swollen, and you’ve been tasting blood in your mouth for a while. You can’t imagine the damage he’s done. Everything hurts.
“Welp…” He pushes himself up with a grunt and the cigarette between his lips. He stands above you, a hand on your head. “How long have you been a prostitute?”
Fuck. You roll your eyes at him and turn away.
He snatches your attention back by your hair. You can see his hard-on through blurred vision. It makes sense that a Bonten exec is a weird pervert who gets hard from something like this. They probably all are.
“I’m not supposed to, but…” He starts to undo his belt. The leather smacks your nose, and he doesn’t bother apologizing. “If you’re any good, I’ll let you live.”
“I’m innocent, though?” You crane your neck up more to look at him. He’s a vague blur of purple hair and pale skin. He shrugs. Yakuza politics definitely don’t care about killing innocent prostitutes. There’s only one logical choice since you’re not ready to die.
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Your knees hurt against the tile and your mouth aches around his dick that you purposefully lodge into the back of your throat. You gag around him, drool spills over and onto your thighs. He tastes salty.
“Watch your teeth.” He asserts as you bob your head up and down his length. It’s not as easy as he makes it sound; you’re doing this bullshit with no hands; you barely have control as is.
You groan around his length and continue as you are, trying to mind your teeth. It’s not enough. He yanks you off of him and kicks you in the stomach hard enough for stomach acid to find its way up. You swallow it back down.
“Didn’t I just tell you to watch your teeth?” That same cigarette rests between his lips as he scolds you. “Use your hands too.”
He’s got to know he’s dead wrong for this, but presumably a man like him doesn’t care. Crying in front of him won't work either, so you just accept the defeat with dead eyes. Lifting your arm to use a hand is painful. All of this is painful. You slowly wrap a handful of broken fingers around him, whimpering and wincing as they move. They don’t lie flat against him, and they collide with each other at weird angles. He chuckles at the sight of your agony like he’s proud of himself.
You start on him with your mouth for a second time, and he asserts that it’s better. Your lips crash against your fingers as you do your best to suck him off. Even the slightest graze feels like a jolt of electricity through your body, but he’s moaning softly.
He fucks into your mouth, dragging himself against broken fingers, you can’t move too much. Wet sounds spill over along with more saliva. Multiple times, he crushes your hand between his pelvis and your chin, and you can only whine and take it. In the end, it’ll be worth it if you can get out of here.
The ashes from his cigarette rain down on you as he uses your face and hand like a fleshlight. You jolt at each burn, and you do eventually start to tear up, but it doesn’t matter.
The ordeal only lasts about five minutes before he’s pulled out of your mouth and releases all over your face. You recoil as it gets in your eye. He laughs. It burns like it always does when men do this.
“That was fun.” He sounds delighted as he redresses himself. “Sucks that I’m a liar.” Through blurry eyes, you watch as he opens his suit jacket and pulls something out of a hidden inner pocket.
You know the muzzle of a gun when it’s to your forehead, the silver-haired man has done this to you before, too.
He's an albino gray wolf, he acts a lot more like a dog... Maybe millennia in the void tamed him or maybe is just his people pleaser nature. (Despite that he can be authoritarian I think)
Kiran is very old, the oldest of bishops, the first of them to find a crown.
He's not a big fan of fighting but is very good at it, he taught his siblings some techniques!
The relationship with the other bishops isn't really good, he loves them but they don't like him much because he's "too affectioned" and overall strange. They don't understand his vision of the world and I mean fair.
His morals are mostly pessimistic he believes in the concept of destroy and rebuild, his "excuse" is that he doesn't want to see people suffer so he comes to the conclusion that dying is better than living and that the world would be better without gods.
He's very impatient but doesn't show it... And he doesn't allow more than one (1) second chances, all his previous vessels were definitely killed by him after their first death againsts the bishops
He would come up with some bullshit like "I'm sorry, I won't prolong your pain any longer, I clearly was wrong you're not fit for this... Now rest" or "you tried but it wasn't enough" a bit evil... And not very productive from him since he can't free himself alone... Ironic because he's impatient lol his morals are very strong
So yeah basically goat killed all bishops without dying even once... That was hell
(Goat playing hardcore lmao)
Cal and Deb (kiran's Baal and aym) weren't given by the bishops but by they're mom did a ritual to gift them to their father (yes I'm gonna make Kiran x forneus (name need a change) canon here and make him the bio dad of the pups , how were they born? Idk immaculate conception probably), they are demigods, kiran loves them very much and they keept him "sane"
Also forneus is his most Loyal follower 🔥🔥🔥🥴
After goat kills all bishops Kiran uses his freedom to... Take care of the pups...
They knew this was going to happen and let him do it (like... Brainwashed behavior)
If the world was to be freed from gods then demigods shouldn't be here either, so he killed them. Fast and painless.
Ok ok relationship with goat :
Is always ups and downs but mostly it starts as just you help me and I help you kind of deal... After the first bishop down Kiran kinda start to catch feelings... Nobody went so far yet this goat was the one, goat never died again so they saw each other's only after the first chain got destroyed and Kiran was able to use a bit of his power to bring them to him as the pleased, they use those summonings to talk e know each other's better lol.
So after bishop one was down they were in a friendly mood? Relationship??? Positive?
After the second bishop goat started to be a bit confused about their big friend's plan... The bishop told them some stuff but they decided not to believe him still doubt started forming in their heart even if Kiran was always so affectionate
I think the crush start here
After bishop 3 was down the seed of doubt finally sprout and Kiran noticed that goat started to be more distant from him... After one day goat asked him "after you're free, What will you do to me? " and Kiran simply responded with "I'll free you too, from you're regrets and from all the pain, I'll free your soul and we will be together in peace" that didn't reassure goat one bit but they let it slide because they wanted to believe their god
At this point their relationship was a bit confused but I think there was love in there under all the doubts
After the fourth bishop was killed goat was scared, terrified even.
They finally knew what the real plan was, the last bishop told them, He told them everything and how that wolf would take their second life just for a crazy ideology. They won't let that happen, they are stronger than him anyway... This whole deal made them go a little mad and on a full rampage, it didn't help finally knowing that the stermination of their kin was basically kiran's fault, yes the bishops started it but it was all to stop the crazy plans of the wolf, a "little" price to pay to save everything else.
When they arrived to purgatory they noticed the pups were gone, not surprising considering everything they learned that day about their beloved wolf.
Their fight wasn't long, Kiran asked goat to just listen to him but they were not willing at all.
it all ends when they finally manage to pin him on the ground.
The relationship right now is divorce 😭😭
So Kiran dies, a very painful and slow death. Goat claims his place and they become the new God fo death.
That didn't satisfy them toh, now there was emptiness in their heart. They loved that wolf! They felt safe with him, he always attended their words wounds and now just like that he was gone. They killed him.
Goat would stop thinking about it for some years and would keep attending on their cult (in a very bad way) until one night they decided to bring the wolf back and make him pay and his actions again, like yes out of spite and to fill the emptiness.
Now can start the toxic yaoi
Bringing Kiran back will start this circle of love and hate, a desperate attempt from goat to fix the problems in their head??
Bro needs therapy (lamb is their therapist and will help them)
Every time Kiran would die goat would bring him back, bro doesn't deserve peace🔥🔥
Ok but with time goat calms down, realize that this is useless, Kiran realize that his actions were actually the problem, that he missed his siblings and his pups so much.
