The Evil God’s Pretty Prey (To Be Renamed)

The protagonist was driven away by his cruel family. With nowhere to go, he wandered from place to place until one day he wandered into a temple. A church? A Taoist temple? Whatever, some place where a god was worshipped.

After wandering for so long, the protagonist was terribly weak. He fainted in a daze in front of the idol, and when he woke, he found a blanket covering him. He knew there was no one around for miles, only this temple standing out in the wilderness, long forgotten by everyone.

So the young protagonist believed that a great god had saved him. He knelt before the idol and prayed, "Honorable God, I beg you for help. I'm a homeless child with nowhere to go, and now I'm about to starve to death. I want to live. Could you please give me a small loaf of bread every day?"

The next day, when the young protagonist awoke, there was a plate beside him, with a sweet, fragrant cake on it.

Clutching the little blanket tightly, the protagonist began making wishes to the god, asking for more and more. And the great god always granted them, until the protagonist wished for a family member.

The god who had never appeared emerged from the idol. He was an evil god. There was a saying among mortals: Never worship an unknown god in a roadside temple. No one knew what might be inside the idol. And he truly wasn't a righteous god. He was merely a bored evil god whose temple had been invaded by a little runt. Though frail, the child seemed so sweet and polite, and believed him to be a kindhearted god.

The bored evil god and the little runt started playing house. The things the child asked for were so easy to provide: clean water, filling food, sweet fruit, and paper and pens for studying.

Should he put on a little show about a benevolent god saving a poor believer? The evil god thought with a touch of malice. He would raise the little runt well, be gentle and considerate, and make the child depend on him completely. When the child was most attached to him, he would tell him that he was actually a demon, and that he had raised him as food, intending to lead him to the brink of death himself. Betrayal by someone you trust can shatter a person's defenses more than anything else. The human would surely break down, and the emotions of a broken human were the most delicious food for an evil god like him.

The evil god's life was endless. For the sake of a delicious meal, he was willing to spend a little time playing house with a child.

And so the poor protagonist gained a gentle, reliable big brother, while the bored evil god gained an amusing toy. Raising a child brought the evil god all sorts of joy. A pretty child could easily brighten anyone's mood, and the little runt was so well-behaved, always sweetly calling him Big Brother. He could manipulate the protagonist's emotions with ease and make him utterly dependent on him.

The evil god raised the protagonist so he never had to lift a finger: he couldn't do chores, was completely helpless, and didn't even know the basic grains. He had to be carried even to go up or down the stairs.

The evil god planned to make the protagonist break down when he turned twenty. He would enjoy watching him fall apart: watching him cry, rage, and lose all sense of what to do.

The newly adult protagonist was like a white peony just about to bloom. Countless people at school liked him, but his exceptionally beautiful face and powerful background made many of them both admire him and feel intimidated. They secretly watched him from afar, retrieving the pen refills he'd thrown away from the trash, visiting dessert shops he'd been to, and buying books he liked. But no one dared confess.

Then one day, a brave young man handed him a love letter. The protagonist, who had never known the stirrings of love, gave it to the big brother he trusted. Lying in his brother's arms, he asked, "Big Brother, I've never been in a relationship before." A faint blush colored his pretty face. Shyly burying it against his brother's chest, he asked with anticipation, "Can I say yes? Everyone says being in love is a wonderful experience."

The protagonist's fingers were long and soft. Now they clutched the front of the evil god's shirt. He trusted his big brother so completely that he even left him to decide whether he could have a relationship.

But he didn't know that the moment the evil god heard the news, his earlier confidence and composure vanished. He was furious. Humans really were fickle ingrates. He'd looked after this ingrate for so long, fed him, washed his face, dressed him, warmed his feet in winter, and fanned him in summer, and now he wanted to date someone else?

A new revenge plan formed in an instant. The evil god thought: He'll be my lover. When he loves me most, I'll cast him aside without mercy. Don't humans say love is the greatest thing of all? Then I'll make him experience the deepest despair in the greatest love of all.

With that in mind, he became even more attentive to the protagonist. But when the protagonist slapped him and then complained that his hand hurt, and the evil god coldly rubbed his palm for him, something felt wrong. Why was the food playing him for a fool? The evil god kept wanting the protagonist to love him a little more, then a little more, so he could make him despair once his love reached its peak. But tomorrow hadn't come yet. Maybe the protagonist would love him even more tomorrow? He'd better treat him even better...

I still like stories with a dark, twisted vibe, orz. This plot idea came together so smoothly. It's rough, but I love it, I love it, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.

The blurb is still rough for now, but I'll flesh it out later.

2026.4.18

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