Crimson and Black: The Ruler Arrives

Perhaps it was a mistake from the very beginning. No one could have foreseen that love could be so powerful, or that one person could become so deeply fixated on another. He would cut off his own sibling's head with his own hands for him. He would tell his teammates the most inspiring lies for him. Twins in the mirror, forbidden lovers. Younger brother, subordinate, lover, pawn. He played too many roles for him: Seirin's turning point, the Generation of Miracles' assassin, speaking kind words behind an exquisite mask. He loved him. He would water the soil with his teammates' blood, as long as his lover was happy, as long as that noble emperor gave the order. Perhaps this went against his own nature, perhaps it clashed with his own principles, but in the end, he would still bow before the emperor. He loved him so much. But this was wrong. The one he had fallen in love with was a heaven-blessed prodigy, two souls sharing one body. One was a gentle, thoughtful, selfless angel; the other, a ruthless, calculating, self-serving devil. Akashi Seijuro. "Choose, Tetsuya." "Which one of us" "gets to live?" Either one was a king, either one loved his lover so much he wished they could become one. Either one would hold his lover in his arms and tread upon bloodstained white and red roses, crossing beyond morality and bloodlines, then ascend the throne.