Can You Be Any More Pathetic?

After my scumbag biological father, who loved smoking, drinking, gambling, and beating me, shoved me into a sack, I was sent to serve as a page at a place that looked nothing like a normal organization. They said they worshipped the cult leader and had painfully sent their beloved son to serve him. In reality, they just wanted the money. I really let my guard down. I knew to watch out for that bastard whenever I went out, but I never imagined he had learned how to pick locks. He came in the middle of the night and shoved me into a sack. Now, I have one piece of good news and one piece of bad news. Sakuramiya Toru stares blankly at the cult leader standing before him. The boy is even younger than he is, barely reaching his chest. He has pale oak-colored hair and irises like a rainbow. The good news is that this pint-sized cult leader really is gorgeous. Toru has never seen a child with such delicate features. The bad news is that he's a piece of trash, the completely heartless kind. After they both become Hashira... Sakuramiya Toru: Are you going to become a traitor? Douma: You tell me. Sakuramiya Toru: I think you will. Note: This story includes various author-created settings. Sanemi and the Shabana siblings won't become demons, and some Upper Ranks and Hashira have their roles reversed. Theme: Forcefully set straight those who are about to go down the wrong path.