Shadow Monarch | Fate Stay Night

Cha Hae-In's POV

The streets of Fuyuki City were calmer than usual, a rare moment of peace.

Seated inside a sturdy black Jeep, Cha Hae-In leaned back in her seat, enjoying the quiet breeze.

Beside her, in the back seat, her little Suho played happily with his toys. His small hands clutched onto a miniature ant figurine—one that Beru had given him.

"Mama! Boss Beru!" Suho giggled, shaking the toy.

Cha chuckled, but before she could respond—

The toy slipped from Suho's grip and flew out of the Jeep's open window.

"Ah!" Suho gasped.

"Suho, wait here. Mommy will bring it back."

Opening the door, she stepped out onto the pavement.

She took the toy.

Cha barely took a few steps when—

BAM!

She accidentally bumped into someone.

A boy fell backward onto the pavement, his body stiff as a board.

A faint metallic clang echoed as the toy landed between them.

For a moment, the world froze.

The boy stared at her, eyes wide, mouth slightly open.

A golden glow shimmered in the air as Cha's hair swayed gently in the sunlight.

Her purple eyes, quiet and piercing, glanced down at him.

For the boy, time stopped.

A single second stretched into eternity.

He had never seen someone so beautiful in his life.

The gentle breeze, the soft sunlight, the white outfit swaying slightly and her long blonde hair is glowing under sunlight—

It all made her seem otherworldly.

And then—

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft and soothing.

That was it.

He was in love.

His heart raced.

He thought, I think this is love at first sight…

But before he could process what was happening—

A small voice called out.

"Mama!"

A child peeked out from the Jeep, his innocent eyes blinking at them.

The boy's face instantly turned awkward.

'Wait… She's married?!'

His heart shattered.

'Damn… I thought I found my woman.'

Just as he was processing this existential crisis—

A low, menacing voice rumbled beside him.

"Isn't this trash human giving improper expressions? Should I eat him?"

The boy's soul nearly left his body.

Absolute Terror

His head snapped to the side—

Standing beside the Jeep was a towering humanoid ant with a menacing grin. And next to it, a black knight clad in heavy armor, radiating an aura of absolute death.

His heart stopped.

'What the hell?!'

The armored knight turned toward the ant.

"No, Beru. Our Liege does not allow harm to children."

The boy—who had previously been experiencing love at first sight—was now experiencing fear at first death. His face turned completely pale.

"W-Wait… something's wrong…" the ant suddenly said, its glowing eyes narrowing.

The knight looked over.

"What?"

The ant's grin widened.

"This trash can see us."

Silence.

The boy's brain shut down.

Then—

Beru vanished.

In the blink of an eye—

He was suddenly inches from the boy's face.

"HAAAAAAA!!"

The horrifying screech echoed across the street. The boy screamed.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!"

His legs gave out.

His body collapsed like a pig.

His eyes rolled back.

And—

He pissed himself.

Beru took a step back, tilting his head.

Then—

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Beru burst into laughter.

The boy twitched on the ground, unconscious. Saliva dribbled from his mouth.

Cha sighed. "Beru, was that necessary?"

Igris shook his head.

"You shouldn't have done that."

Beru, still laughing, wiped a nonexistent tear from his eye.

"But, but! He could see us! We need to inform our Liege!"

Igris hummed. "That… is true."

Just then—

"Shirou?!"

A girl ran up, concern flashing across her face.

It was Rin tohsaka.

Seeing the embarrassing scene before her—Shirou unconscious, drooling, and… wet—her face twisted in horror and anger.

"W-What happened?!"

Cha, calmly, avoided mentioning Beru's actions.

"He just… fainted from sun heat."

Rin looked speechless. A classmate passing by offered to help carry him. As Rin and the classmate lifted the unconscious, humiliated Shirou, Beru whispered—

"I think we broke him."

Igris sighed.

"We definitely broke him."

Cha rubbed her temples.

"Let's just pretend this never happened."

Beru snickered but remained silent.

Still—

The look of sheer terror on Shirou's face would live in his mind forever.

And Beru was going to enjoy every moment of it.

Later He explained this to Jin-woo but he didn't take this seriously.

---

Jin-Woo's POV

The Jeep rolled through the quiet streets of Miyama Town, passing through the residential colony where the Matou family resided. Jin-Woo sat in the passenger seat, his eyes calm and unreadable, while Takashi focused on driving. As they neared their destination, Jin-Woo's sharp senses picked up something peculiar—

A faint but undeniable trace of dark energy. It seeped from one of the houses like poisonous mist.

Jin-Woo's gaze sharpened.

'…This Mana, familiar but very weak.'

It was something foul. Something that did not belong here. Jin-woo forgot about Insect monarch that's why he felt this magic familiar. Without shifting his expression, he spoke through telepathy.

'Tusk.'

A moment later, a deep, raspy voice echoed back—

'Yes, my Liege?'

'Someone is using forbidden magic in that house.'

Jin-Woo's gaze flickered toward a worn-down traditional Japanese mansion.

It was eerily silent, yet he could feel the dark aura writhing inside. Tusk responded immediately, excitement in his tone.

'Heh… Should I handle it, my Liege?'

'Go check it.'

Tusk's shadowy form emerged beneath the Jeep. With an unsettling "Heh-heh-heh", the monstrous orc mage slipped into the darkness, vanishing toward the Matou household. Jin-Woo remained silent, but he already suspected something very wrong was happening in that place.

However, for now—

He had another matter to settle.

The Jeep pulled up in front of two houses. One was a spacious traditional Japanese home with a garden, large enough for a small family. The other? A smaller, one-room house right next to it.

Before Jin-Woo could step out, Takashi's complaints began.

"Hey, what the hell?!"

Takashi's face twisted in dissatisfaction as he compared the houses.

"Why is my house so much smaller than yours Sensei?"

Takashi continued his rant.

"This is unacceptable! How am I supposed to live in that tiny place while you get a whole mansion Sensei?!"

Jin-Woo remained silent for a few seconds.

"Takashi, this happened because you are single".

Truth hurt him harder than reality. Then, without changing his expression. He handed Takashi a piece of paper.

"Go buy groceries for dinner."

Takashi blinked.

"Huh?"

Jin-Woo didn't repeat himself.

Takashi stared at the list in disbelief.

"…Stop trying to hold your laughing, Madam!"

Jin-Woo turned away, completely uninterested in Takashi's complaints. Cha tried to hold her laugh. But what he doesn't know is all shadows are laughing at him. Poor Takashi.

Finally, Takashi let out a defeated groan and grabbed the list.

"Damn it… God of virgin give me your power! And make a beautiful girl appeared infront of me! But I swear, I better get something good for dinner."

With that, he stormed off toward the nearest market. Once Takashi left, Jin-Woo snapped his fingers.

All of their luggage vanished from the Jeep. A moment later— Inside the house, the luggage reappeared as if it had been there the whole time. Cha Hae-In, who had just stepped inside while carrying a sleeping Suho, simply nodded.

This was something she was already used to.

Jin-Woo then turned to her.

"I have to go."

Cha nodded again, adjusting her son's position in her arms. She didn't ask where he was going. She trusted him.

Jin-Woo then turned to Beru.

"Stay with Cha."

Beru snapped to attention, saluting like a loyal soldier.

"As you command, my Liege! I shall protect Lady Cha and our Little Prince with my life!"

Jin-Woo didn't react, only giving a small nod before—

He disappeared.

His shadow melted into the floor, and in the next instant—

He was gone.

---

Meanwhile, at the Matou Residence

Tusk emerged from the shadows outside the Matou house.

The stench of cursed magic was even stronger up close.

A slow, menacing grin stretched across his monstrous face.

"Heheheh… This is gonna be fun."

His shadow form stepped forward, his presence hidden within the darkness.

Inside that house—

Something evil was lurking.

And Tusk was about to find out what.

---

Jin-Woo's POV

The moment Jin-Woo stepped inside the building, a familiar scent hit him—Blood. A lot of it. His sharp eyes swept the scene, landing on the broken body of a red-haired woman. Her arm was completely torn off, lying a few feet away from her motionless form.

Jin-Woo's expression remained calm, but deep inside, he already knew—This wasn't just some random crime. He had seen plenty of corpses in dungeons, in wars, but this was different. This was a human betrayal.

He took a step forward, muttering under his breath—

"…A crime in the evening."

His voice was cold, distant.

"This is the state of Fuyuki's crime rate, huh?"

As he finished speaking, Igris stepped out from Jin-Woo's shadow. The silent, black-armored knight stood beside him, glowing red eyes locked onto the woman.

"My Liege, she may be an enemy."

Jin-Woo didn't disagree.

Instead, he crouched beside her and lifted his hand, activating his memory-reading skill.

"Even so… let's gather information."

The moment his fingers touched her skin, fragmented images flashed in his mind—A woman, a magus of the Clock Tower. Her name was Bazett Fraga McRemitz. A skilled Enforcer. A Master in this so-called Holy Grail War.

And—

She was betrayed.

By a priest.

Jin-Woo's expression didn't change, but deep inside, he let out a small, irritated 'Tch.'

A shitty priest.

Jin-Woo let go of her and stood up, walking toward her severed arm. Without hesitation, he picked it up and pressed it against the torn stump. He didn't waste time.

"Heal."

A soft blue glow wrapped around her arm. The magic seeped into her wounds, reconnecting nerves, veins, and bones piece by piece. Bazett, still half-conscious, let out a soft gasp. Her body tensed from the pain of restoration, but she didn't wake up. It took almost a full 20 seconds to completely heal her, making sure everything was properly reattached.

Once done, Jin-Woo stepped back.

"You'll be fine. You lost a lot of blood."

He glanced at her pale face, then sighed.

"We'll talk about serious matters later—when you recover."

Bazett's breathing stabilized, but she was already slipping back into unconsciousness.

Jin-Woo shook his head.

"I'll take you to safety for now, but I'll have to make sure you don't do anything stupid when you wake up there…"

It wasn't that he trusted her—he didn't.

But he hated leaving loose ends.

And from what he had just seen—

This woman had been screwed over by her own people. Jin-Woo already knew from past experience… And from what he gathered about mages in this world. The Clock Tower was full of arrogant idiots.

Igris silently lifted Bazett's unconscious body, cradling her carefully before sinking into the shadows.

With a flicker of black energy, they disappeared.

They reappeared in the main hall of Jin-Woo's new house. Cha Hae-In, still holding a sleeping Suho, turned at the sudden arrival. Her eyes flicked to Bazett's limp form.

"…Is that another victim?" she asked, concern laced in her voice.

Jin-Woo exhaled.

"She's an agent of the Clock Tower."

Cha frowned.

"So… she's a Magus?"

"Yeah. A Master."

Cha nodded, Jin-woo already told her about Holy grail and mages. Naturally she knows what is going on here.

"…Is she an ally?"

Jin-Woo's sharp gaze lingered on Bazett for a second before he answered.

"That depends on her attitude… and her words."

Jin-woo already killed few crazy mages who tried to experiment on kids with his shadow soldiers when he sent to gather information.

He decided he will take mage's seriously in this world. And Clock Tower magi were usually a pain in the ass.

But—

This one?

She might be different. For now, he'd give her a chance. He turned to Igris.

"Take her to the third room."

Without a word, Igris nodded and carried her away. Jin-Woo watched them disappear down the hall before finally sighing.

Jin-woo put his luggage in his room. And started to help his wife in housework. But his mind is thinking something else.

He had a feeling that priest is going to have a role in future. Yes, a role to be as his shadow soldier.

'He had a Lancer class servant under him, I already put a shadow in their shadows.'

Suddenly he got a message from Tusk.

"What you found another servant in that house? A Rider?"

Without wasting time he disappeared.

The stench hit Jin-Woo the moment he appeared in the basement. A putrid, rotting stench of decay, filth, and something far worse—despair. The scene before him made even him—Sung Jin-Woo, the Monarch of Shadows, the man who had seen countless atrocities in his life—pause.

There, submerged in a pool of writhing flesh-colored worms, was a naked girl. Her lifeless, violet eyes stared at nothing, hollow, empty—as if she had long since stopped hoping for salvation. She didn't scream. She didn't move.

She had given up.

And standing before her, watching with twisted satisfaction— A boy around seventeen, dressed in formal robes, wearing a sickening smirk. A monster of a man, old and decrepit, his black aura seething with corruption.

And beside them—

A woman. Her purple hair swayed as she stood emotionlessly, wearing a blindfold that hid her cursed eyes. She did not react, merely standing in silent obedience, her presence utterly disconnected from the horror in front of her.

And then—

The old man chuckled. As if this scene was perfectly natural. As if this suffering was entertainment.

Jin-Woo's fingers twitched.

Something ugly rose within him—a silent, chilling rage.

"Tusk."

Jin-Woo's voice was cold.

A shadow shifted behind him, and from the darkness, a towering, monstrous figure emerged. Tusk, the High Orc Shaman General, grinned as he bowed.

"Yes, my Liege."

A pulse of magic radiated from Tusk's outstretched staff.

Instantly— A barrier spread across the entire house.

Every exit sealed.

Every magic nullified.

Every soul trapped.

Jin-Woo saw it immediately—

The way the old man's smirk faltered. The way the boy's confidence cracked. The way Medusa slightly tensed.

And yet—

The girl in the worms? She didn't react at all. Like she didn't even care. Like she already accepted her fate.

That, more than anything, pissed him off. Because LIFE IS VERY PRECIOUS but to her it wasn't.

"Who are you?! How did you enter here?!" The old man's croaking voice filled the room.

The boy scoffed, arrogance returning to his face.

"Tch, maybe he's a Caster's Master?" he sneered, glaring at Jin-Woo. "And that monster must be his Servant!"

The old man—Zouken Matou—chuckled.

"Hahaha… You've made a mistake, boy." His voice dripped with amusement. "Coming here alone… Caster's Master, was it?"

Jin-Woo ignored them.

His eyes remained on the girl in the worms.

Zouken noticed.

His grin widened.

"Ahh… I see. You're interested in my little creation, aren't you?"

His voice was sickeningly smug.

"She's already broken, you know. Nothing left in her. Just a doll for our little—"

Jin-Woo's fingers twitched. Zouken never got to finish.

"Shut up."

Zouken clicked his tongue.

"Fool. You have no idea who you're dealing with."

He raised his hand—intending to unleash a swarm of worms.

But—

Nothing happened.

A beat of silence.

Then—

Tusk laughed.

"Seriously… Of all the Magecraft in this world you could have mastered," the orc sneered, "you just had to choose the most pathetic one."

Zouken's eyes widened.

"Nullification magic?!"

"Even Querehsha, the Queen of Insects and the Monarch of Plagues would be disappointed in you. If she saw how you are using this magecraft. Pathetic"

Tusk mocked him.

Shinji—ever the coward—screeched.

"What the hell?! How dare you use that disgusting spell?!"

His voice was shrill, panicked. But Zouken wasn't fazed. He turned to the Servant.

"Rider. Kill them."

Medusa moved instantly. She leapt toward Jin-Woo, her movements precise, fast—like a predator striking its prey. But—Jin-Woo's hand snapped forward. Before Medusa could react— His fingers wrapped around her head.

And then—

The moment Jin-Woo's hand made contact— His mind memories flooded with images.

Memories of A little girl.

Her hair brighter, her eyes filled with light.

A normal child, happy, innocent.

But then—

A man's voice.

A command.

A basement.

Worms.

She screamed.

She screamed and screamed, but no one came.

Her body violated, her spirit shattered.

Her family abandoned her.

Her brother laughed at her suffering and sexual assaulted her. Used her body to satisfy himself.

Her grandfather molded her into a tool.

Day after day—

Night after night—

Endless torment.

Endless despair.

Jin-Woo's grip tightened.

A silent, overwhelming rage burned in his chest.

His gaze shifted—

To Zouken Matou.

To Shinji.

These people—

They weren't human.

They were trash.

No.

Worse than trash.

They were things that shouldn't exist.

Jin-Woo exhaled.

Slowly—

Deliberately—

He let go of Medusa. Her body hit the floor, but she didn't move. She was still frozen, stunned from what just happened. She had seen him. His real power. Seen what lurked inside his own mind.

The King of the Dead.

She had realized— She was never his enemy. His real enemies were standing before him. And they had no idea what was about to happen to them. Jin-Woo cracked his knuckles.

Zouken's smugness faltered.

Shinji stumbled back.

"W-Wait…!"

Jin-Woo stepped forward.

His purple Aura stretched and his eyes are glowing in purple.

And for the first time—

Zouken felt fear.

The moment Jin-Woo extended his hand, Sakura rose from the writhing pool of worms, lifted by an unseen force.

Her frail, trembling body—bruised, malnourished, drenched in filth—floated toward him as if guided by an invisible will.

She was weightless in his grasp. But the burden she carried was immeasurable. Her lifeless violet eyes, once dull with despair, barely reacted. Not even as the last of the squirming, disgusting creatures slithered down her pale legs, hitting the ground with sickening plops. Not even as she was freed from her torment, standing before the man who had shattered the chains binding her.

She simply stared.

A girl who had long since stopped expecting miracles.

"How dare you!"

A croaking voice tore through the basement.

Jin-Woo's eyes flickered to the wretched old monster standing before him.

Zouken Matou, his face contorted in rage and disbelief, took a trembling step forward.

"She is my creation! My vessel! You have no right—"

Jin-Woo didn't let him finish. He turned his gaze toward him.

And released his killing intent.

The pressure that erupted from Jin-Woo distorted the very air.

A tidal wave of pure, murderous intent crashed into the room—

A force so absolute, so unforgiving, that for one person—

It was lethal.

Shinji Matou's heart stopped.

Instantly.

He didn't even get a chance to scream.

His body stiffened, eyes bulging—and then, like a puppet with its strings cut—

He collapsed.

Dead.

Nothing but a pathetic heap on the ground, his face twisted in frozen terror.

Jin-Woo barely spared him a glance.

He wasn't even worth it.

Zouken's wretched swarm of worms tried to retaliate— A writhing mass of cursed creatures surged toward Jin-Woo—

But the moment his aura expanded,

They withered.

Black, smoking husks of dead familiars crumbled into dust before they could even reach him.

Zouken's expression twisted in horror.

His undying body, the countless contingencies he had planned for centuries—

None of them mattered.

Because standing before him was not a mere human.

Not even a mere Servant.

But something far worse.

Death itself.

Zouken turned to flee—

But the magic barrier surrounding the mansion sealed all exits.

A moment later—

His limbs locked.

His body—paralyzed.

He couldn't move.

Not because of magic.

But because of

fear.

Jin-Woo took a step forward.

Zouken flinched.

"You will die here."

Jin-Woo's voice was calm. Absolute.

A sentence passed without hesitation.

"But you won't escape hell."

He lifted a hand, fingers clenching into a fist.

Zouken's soul shuddered.

A force far beyond Magecraft gripped him.

For the first time in centuries—

Zouken felt mortal terror.

"Your crimes won't be washed away by death, Matou Zouken."

Jin-Woo's gaze was pitiless.

"You will face punishment in my Shadow World."

Zouken screamed.

A real, raw, unforgiving scream of a man who realized that Hell awaited him. And then—His soul was torn from his worm body.

Jin-Woo turned to Sakura.

She was still standing, but barely. Her naked, shivering frame trembled, her skin pale, her breath shallow. She was alive. But the curse inside her still lingered.

She was still dying.

Jin-Woo stepped forward.

Rider—Medusa—reacted instantly.

She moved to protect Sakura, her hand gripping the chain of her Noble Phantasm—

But before she could act—

Jin-Woo stabbed Sakura in the heart.

A wet squelch.

His hand pierced through her chest.

A moment later—

His hand followed.

Jin-Woo's arm shot through the wound, tearing through muscle, bone, and flesh—

His fingers wrapping around something vile.

Sakura's eyes widened.

For the first time since this began—

She reacted.

Her mouth opened, but no words came.

She took a step back—stumbling, her breath hitching.

Blood spilled from her lips.

Through the gaping hole in her chest—

Her shattered ribcage was visible.

And in Jin-Woo's grip—

A writhing, dying worm.

The thing that had been growing inside her for years.

The source of her torment.

The core of Zouken's control.

Jin-Woo crushed it.

Sakura collapsed.

Medusa's horrified voice broke the silence.

"Sakura! No!"

She moved—but stopped.

Because Jin-Woo had already caught her. His hand rested on her wound.

And then—

"Heal."

A golden glow. A pulse of power. The gaping hole in Sakura's chest closed in an instant. Her heart—completely restored.

Her breath—steady.

Her body—whole.

Her curse—gone.

For the first time in her life… She was free.

Then he created a clothes on her body. Now unconscious sakura was fully covered in normal dress.

Jin-Woo turned.

"Tusk."

The High Orc General stepped forward, raising his staff.

"Burn it down."

A wave of fire erupted—

Consuming the Matou mansion. Reducing it to ashes.

It was a huge explosion.

Zouken Matou's legacy, his entire existence

Erased.

And in Jin-Woo's hand—

Two trembling souls.

Shinji and Zouken Matou.

They would never escape.

Because their suffering—

Had only just begun.

"Guys will face same and worst punishment. You two are beyond trash after all."

---

Eternal Nightmare in the Shadow Realm

Few minutes later

The darkness swallowed them whole.

Zouken Matou and Shinji opened their eyes to a world that was wrong. The sky was an abyss, churning with inky blackness, and the air was thick with whispers—voices of the damned, crying, wailing, laughing.

Zouken immediately tried to use his magic. He willed the Crest Worms to crawl beneath his skin, to form his body into something grotesque, something that could survive—but there was nothing. His body was whole, untouched by his twisted craft. Ordinary. Weak. Mortal.

Shinji, on the other hand, was shaking violently. He touched his own chest, his arms, his legs—intact. No wounds. No death. He had been killed instantly by Jin-Woo's aura, but now he was back. But why? How?

And then they saw him.

Beru.

The towering, monstrous Ant General of the Shadow Monarch stood before them, his glowing blue eyes filled with nothing but sadistic glee. He loomed over them like a predator savoring its next meal, his mandibles clicking, his voice a twisted, buzzing mockery of human speech.

"Heheheh… welcome, worms," Beru said, his voice a mixture of amusement and disgust.

Zouken narrowed his eyes. "What is this place? How dare you—"

Beru grabbed Zouken by the throat before he could finish his sentence. The old magus's breath was cut off as he dangled helplessly in the air, his brittle bones creaking under the strength of the Ant General's grip.

"You dare speak as if you are still something, Trash?" Beru's voice turned razor-sharp. His mandibles twitched. "You are nothing here. You are filth. And now, you will face your sins punishment."

He threw Zouken to the ground, the impact cracking his ribs, forcing out a pained groan.

But suddenly Zouken body healed itself. He recovered.

Shinji fell to his knees, trembling. "W-What do you want from us? Just let us go, dammit!"

Beru tilted his head, then laughed. "Let you go? Go where?" His smile stretched, wicked and cruel. "You do not understand, do you trash?"

He crouched down, meeting Shinji's wide, terrified eyes. "This is the Shadow Monarch's realm. A domain that bends to his will. Here, death is not an escape—it is just the beginning. You both will never die in this world."

Shinji swallowed. His whole body felt numb.

Zouken gritted his teeth, his mind racing. He had lived for centuries, he had built himself up from mere mortality to something beyond human. But now—now he was trapped, stripped of his power. Helpless.

Beru stood up and gestured behind him.

The darkness moved.

A horde of creatures crawled out of the shadows.

Goblins.

But not just any goblins—these were not alive. Their bodies were twisted, grotesque reflections of the monsters Jin-Woo had once hunted, Shadow soldiers. They had jagged teeth, clawed fingers, and hollow eyes that burned with hunger.

They surrounded Zouken and Shinji, chittering, giggling, snarling.

Shinji tried to back away, only to find himself trapped. Zouken, despite his pride, felt it too—true fear.

Beru leaned in, his voice like ice.

"You will serve them."

Shinji's breath hitched. "What…?"

"You will live among them. You will belong to them. Forever."

Zouken's eyes widened. He was no stranger to cruelty, no stranger to inflicting suffering on others, but now—now he was on the other side.

Shinji tried to run. His instincts screamed for him to flee.

A goblin grabbed his ankle.

"NO—!"

"You guys proceed with the punishment on that one," The Beru said as the goblin who grab Shinji then bent him over, then another one ripped his pants and started to fuck him in the ass as brutally as possible with no sort of lubricant or anything, this caused pain screams…it didn't last long since another one shoved a dick in Shinji mouth sending it straight into his throat making Shinji unable to breathe.

Beru stepped back, watching with amusement as the goblins playing, their cackling laughter growing louder, more inhuman.

'T-They're monsters,' Zouken felt more scared the more he saw, hair pulled out of the Shinji skull, arms ripped off, and breaking bones.

These guys were total savages to the core.

"Don't look scared this isn't even a fraction of what will happen to you," Beru said.

And a Huge Goblin chief with a hard dick slapped Zouken face,

"Since the My Liege order us to take good care of you, we'll make sure to take extra care with you."

"L-Liste-Guk*" Zouken wasn't able to speak at all, the reason for that didn't need to be said as it was obvious.

Thus began, Zouken's worst days, no it could be said that these were the worst days any man could live out, and he didn't have a choice or a way to deny this treatment for a eternity.

Zouken screamed.

Shinji begged.

But the Shadow Realm had no mercy.

And in that eternal nightmare, they would never escape.

---

Jin-Woo stood outside the burning ruins of the Matou estate.

The night air was still. The flames roared behind him, turning the house into nothing but ashes.

Beside him, Medusa knelt protectively next to Sakura, who was wrapped in Jin-Woo's coat. She clutched the fabric tightly, her violet eyes filled with exhaustion, disbelief—and something else.

Relief.

Jin-Woo didn't look back.

Because he knew.

Zouken and Shinji weren't just dead.

They were suffering.

For eternity.

And that was enough.

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Note: this some dark shit I have wrote in my life. Damn, Nasu. I really don't have words to talk about Sakura sufferings.