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Legends of unicorns have circulated among humanity for centuries. Apparently, someone... once... actually saw them...
Now, they were only whispered about timidly...

It was said that in the Lilac Forest lived one... the last one...
This forest had always been special. The trees there never lost their leaves, the water was crystal clear. The aura of this place influenced the people within it to such an extent that no one ever took their own life there. Even the most desperate unfortunates gave up the moment they felt this magical aura.
They couldn't explain it rationally. At some point, they simply regained the will to live... and they couldn't end it anymore.
Not there...

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The unicorn didn't know how long it had existed. It had always existed, lasting continuously, its life had no fixed beginning. It didn't remember its father or mother.
He was beautiful...
He had crystal-white skin, thin and delicate, covered with silky fur. Huge, piercing purple eyes, empty, bottomless, in love only with himself.
The unicorn was vain and foolish. Accustomed only to admiration for his appearance, he didn't notice much beyond the tip of his nose.
He didn't know what love and friendship were... all the forest creatures loved him sincerely and selflessly, begging for his attention and even a fleeting glance.
He was the king here, and he knew it. One of a kind... dignified and fragile...

The unicorn was innocent, pure in both body and soul. Unsullied by the filth of lust and sin.
He was an empty being who brought peace and solace to all around him.
But he himself... never felt anything...
No one had ever shown him how to love, how to envy, or how to express anger. His indifference to everything knew no bounds. His life, so boring and predictable, was also never meant to end... it was meant to last, to inspire admiration and delight.

To be...
Perfectly perfect...
Blind and deaf...
So clumsy...

He never thought about other unicorns... he always thought he was special and unique. That this was simply the way the world was...
Until one day he heard people passing through the Lilac Forest saying that he was supposedly here. Him. The last one.

And he began to think...
He began to ask the animals and trees... if they knew anyone like him... if they had seen anyone like him...
But no...
Nobody, never...

A strange uneasiness began to gnaw at his previously insensitive heart... his soul trembled several times as he thought of the others... where were they? Why had they left? How could they have left him alone?

He learned from a butterfly...

Once, there were many of them in the world... flocks... silver flocks that brought peace and hope to the earth. People carried these magical creatures to the sky. They respected them, marveled at their beauty... loved them...

They disappeared when the heartless king desired them all for himself. He gave an order, and his most devoted servant fulfilled his dream. He captured them all...
He desecrated their bodies and souls and imprisoned them... From then on, the king could feast his almost lifeless eyes on them whenever he wanted. Every day... forever...

The Purple Bull watched over the defenseless creatures every night...
The punishment for attempting to escape was terrible... painful and bloody...

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Riddled with anxiety... he left the only place he knew...

The unicorn took his first hesitant step... leaving the Lilac Forest wasn't easy. His home, his cradle, holding all the memories of his past life. Like a mother's womb, warm and safe.
After two steps, he wanted to turn back. Outside the Forest, he didn't feel good, didn't feel like himself, though he'd never truly known who he was.

The first human he encountered was a clash with brutal reality. People no longer remembered what unicorns looked like; they had disappeared so long ago... their image slowly faded from their minds. Forgotten was their grace, the finesse of their movements, the delicacy that sorely troubled the eyes of the common people. And now he stood there... at the beginning of a path cutting through lavender meadows, and they pointed at him, calling him a horse...

His heart rebelled in an instant, he wanted to scream that he wasn't just any mare, that he was unique and unusual... well, how could these fools know who he was? They hadn't even noticed his horn; the fog of oblivion had hidden that detail from their eyes, turning the unicorn into, in fact, an ordinary horse. Still far more beautiful than those grazing in the surrounding meadows, but still... just a horse.

The unicorn had evaded capture several times for its majestic form. Day by day, he began to feel disgusted by people who couldn't appreciate his existence... who couldn't see anything but his beauty. They didn't bow to him or show him proper respect. He was hunted like any other game, and when he managed to evade capture, they spat and cursed him.

He didn't understand. His pure mind couldn't fathom this ignorance and lack of tenderness... until then, he had only been adored... and suddenly he had to fight for the meager scraps of self-love.
He slept anywhere... in ordinary forests, which were terrifying and dark. The earth there was muddy and musty. Not like the Lilac Forest. That land was like a fluffy pillow, lulling him to sleep with the numbing scent of fragrant herbs.

Down in sadness, dreams of home drifted under his eyelids every night. For the first time, the unicorn felt longing... a terrible pressure in his heart at the mere thought of his beloved forest. He felt the first tears on his muzzle...
Such a strange memory left a mark on his character, previously untainted by feelings. From then on, lonely nights always flowed like a salty cascade, and his long eyelashes were frosted with salt...
Why had he left the Lilac Forest?

Finding the rest of the unicorns was supposedly at the top of his priorities, but if he could, he would now succumb to his inner selfishness and return home...
Without a moment's hesitation...

However, he was not destined to...
That night, the moon failed to protect the creature, lost in its sad slumber. That night, the unicorn fell into the trap of someone who knew perfectly well that it was not a beautiful horse.

Chan, an elderly magician traveling with his traveling curio shop, noticed this extraordinary aura of the forgotten animal from the road. The unicorn emanated a unique glow and an ancient, incredibly intense magic. It could not be mistaken for a horse. At least, he couldn't. He knew this like no one else, gifted with a third eye, not to be fooled by human ignorance.

He captured the unicorn, locked it in a cage, and brought upon it a deep, heavy sleep that crushed its lungs and heart.

Tomorrow he would meet the rest of the circus animals. Some drowned in illusion... others... magical and unique, just like him...
But that's tomorrow...

Now let him sleep...

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At first, Chan couldn't believe what his old, cloudy eyes were seeing...
A true unicorn...

But he couldn't be wrong... the horn in the center of his pearly forehead was true. His energy, so unusual in this day and age, enticed the wizard from afar. His scent, purely magical, beautiful, and profound... it was impossible to ignore...

His old heart creaked with the need to possess this creature. Chan stopped the wagons and approached the lightly sleeping animal. His enormous eyelids were already fluttering slightly, as if he were oscillating between sleep and wakefulness...

A few whispers... a decisive movement of his hand... he was asleep again...

Chan's son, Jisung, approached his father, who was casting a spell on a sleeping animal. A unicorn...

The young boy blinked in disbelief. He'd never seen them before, but he deeply believed they existed... he'd read a lot about them, heard stories from people who claimed to have encountered them. But they were still just stories. And now... that pearly horn... was here... within an uncertain, trembling reach.

"What do you see?" his father looked at him from beneath heavy eyelids... he could see that he knew. But he liked to provoke him, to test him at every step. Was his son trustworthy, would it be wise to hand over the circus to him after he was gone? Chan had a feeling it would be soon. He felt the mark of death on his back like the icy breath of a ghostly grim reaper.
Jisung wasn't fully ready yet, his magic still hadn't fully blossomed. Only card tricks and a vague illusion timidly justified calling him a magician... but he was still too weak, too naive... and he couldn't lie properly...

"A horse..." He almost succeeded... his eyelid didn't even flinch, but that one peculiar tic on his left cheek gave it all away...

"Horse..." Chan merely flinched... normally he would have smiled, but his lips only lifted in exceptional circumstances. Like a moment ago, when he'd found a creature long forgotten at the edge of the forest...
It was a good reason to smile...

The second son, stocky, limping in both legs, had only just joined the others. Changbin hadn't inherited his father's magical powers... he barely survived the first few months after his birth. Sickly and called a fool, he found his calling in training animals. He had a tremendous gift for taming them with a wave of his hand or the warmth seeping from his hazel eyes...
But he wasn't something to be proud of. From the time he was old enough, he slept in the hay with the animals. Where his father believed he belonged.

"That's no ordinary horse..." he muttered under his breath, afraid to express an opinion other than the one that had just come from his brother's mouth. Jisung had his father's respect, his love, and his attention... after all, he, the firstborn son, had inherited the entire magical legacy of their noble family. And he...
He only contributed to his mother's death and, on top of that, turned out to be a worthless wastrel. Despite this, he loved his father and brother unconditionally, even will sacrificing his own life for each of them. After all, family was the most important thing. That's what Chan taught them...

"Jisung..." father ignored his useless son's words... "Do you really think THIS is an ordinary horse?" The son flushed with shame, sensing in his tone that his father had seen right through him. If even Changbin suspected something...

"Then u... u..." he began to stutter... he always reacted this way when the old man raised his voice ominously...

"Yeah... the unicorn. And it will be ours!" Chan nodded slightly at his sons, and the naive Changbin practically rushed to the wagon to fetch ropes. "Your ropes won't tame him, fool!" As if waiting to point out his recklessness... "Only magic can catch him. If you could read... maybe you'd know that..." He snorted contemptuously at the younger son and looked at his firstborn expectantly...

Jisung wasn't sure he could handle the task. Although his father had put the unicorn to sleep, the pressure of conjuring bonds that would hold such a unique creature was still immense.
Despite his efforts and complete concentration, he managed to weave only a hazy chain, which vanished a moment later like smoke...

As usual, Chan corrected his beloved son's mistakes. Then he threw Changbin a thick silver rope and ordered him to drag his latest catch to the cart...
The unicorn slept the deepest sleep of his entire life, dreaming of what he had learned from the butterfly... about the heartless king and the purple bull, which was supposedly more terrifying than death...

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The strangest thoughts raced through the unicorn's sleeping pearly head. That story the butterfly had told him... about the heartless king... and the purple bull...

The bull was supposedly not originally an animal... The bull was a human... incredibly brave and terrifying.

His name was Minho...
Found by the royal hosts at the edge of the forest, the boy had the makings of a warrior from the very beginning. He feared nothing, loved when something was happening, hated boredom and stagnation...

Minho was... wild...

He enjoyed killing; the moment of taking life from a terrified body was the perfect element of his day or night.

It didn't matter who or why he killed... what mattered was that for those few seconds he had power equal to gods and magic. Minho had been evil incarnate from the moment he took his first independent steps. People even whispered that he had never truly been a child...

King Seungmin was delighted with the brutal foundling who had taken up residence in the dungeons of his castle.
Minho was closer to him even than his own son, who, unfortunately, had taken no liking to his father but to his overly delicate mother, frail and in love with poetry. He was no warrior...

The king longed to adopt the wild boy, but a legitimate son was a considerable obstacle. But if he died...

He sent them together to battle, where Minho was to kill the clumsy Prince Jeongin...
However, fate proved to be unpredictable that day...

It was Minho who perished... suddenly and brutally. Driven into a forest grove from which there was no escape, he was stabbed to death by a frenzied enemy force. Everyone knew his strength, everyone hunted him primarily. No kingdom could have imagined that he would one day ascend the throne.
And everyone had heard of the king's love for the little barbarian...
When the funeral procession arrived at the castle gates, Seungmin even tried to cry, thinking he was welcoming the corpse of his true son. However, when it turned out that Minho had died, the king was truly devastated. He watched over the cold body, completely drained of blood. The corpse took on an unhealthy purple hue and slowly began to rot.
But the king wouldn't allow his beloved warrior to be buried. He prayed to the gods to resurrect the boy. And his prayers were answered. A powerful sorcerer appeared, promising to bring Minho back to life. The price was enormous, and the consequences...

The Land of Darkness surrendered the madman not without a fight. Minho was a perfect fit; snatching him from the clutches of death wasn't easy...
But it worked...

He returned even more frantic... with one foot still in the deadly underworld. Killing no longer held much interest for him. Suddenly, he discovered other pleasures...
The previously reserved boy now found himself harboring enormous reserves of sexual tension. And relieving them was no easy task... Minho no longer needed sleep or rest. He was tireless... and in constant need. Both as a human and as the bluish-purple bull he became at night.

The sorcerer could not restore him to human form for eternity.

The kingdom was slowly withering away...
Both the magician's services and Minho's solitary expeditions to the village had driven away the remnants of decent citizens from the area.

The three of them settled in the castle... and chronic boredom and unhappiness accompanied them daily...
Until one day, the king noticed a pearly herd of unicorns, radiating an extraordinary glow, grazing near the beach on which their castle stood.

The old man's heart leaped for the first time in years... and his beloved boy caught it for him in the dark night. As a bull, he handled it with incredible speed and skillfully drove them up a cliff...

The terrified creatures tried to fight back, but they stood no chance against such a fierce warrior.
As a bull, Minho brutally raped each one of them and pushed them into the depths of the almost dead sea.

In the morning, now a boy with lilac hair, he showed the king his gift, and the king shed more sincere tears and cradled his beloved soldier in his arms for a long time...

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The unicorn woke up surrounded by the steel bars that decorated his wagon. He saw Changbin sleeping right next to the door.

That dream about the bull... he still couldn't get it out of his head...
Such an interesting figure... who had returned from the dead...
Terrifying... but still... incredibly interesting

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The first minutes after waking up and the warm eyes of the man before him terrified the unicorn. Pressed by his own fear against the wagon bars, he tried to destroy them, but the magic surrounding them was too strong to fight now.

- Father cast a spell on them... - Changbin slowly rose from the floor... both hands extended in front of him in a calming gesture. He didn't want to hurt the magical creature.

- Let me out! - The unicorn was still trying to escape, but it seemed some ancient magic was indeed protecting the bars.

- I can't... I'm sorry... - Changbin approached to a safe distance, boldly gazing into the majestic figures' eyes. Lavender-colored... he only now noticed. No horse had eyes as beautiful as this unicorn's. After all... he was unique.
Those eyes, like two bottomless violet lakes, didn't reflect the image they focused on. They were empty, dull, and when you looked into them for too long... terrifying...

A muzzle, slender and seemingly silky smooth. A beautiful pearly hue. His entire figure, however, was captivatingly light.

Changbin stared at his empty forehead; apart from the slight irregularity of the hair at its center, he saw nothing. He didn't have that gift, or he didn't have faith. In short... there were few things this simple man, wounded since infancy, believed in. He trusted only the animals he trained, only to whom he confided his sorrows and fears for his future.

Changbin didn't even try to touch the frightened creature; he saw immense fear in its eyes; all animals, both ordinary and magical, reacted the same way.

Seeing that there was nothing he could do at this point, he gently backed away and quickly exited the wagon, leaving the unicorn with a surprised expression on its face.
After a few moments, he brought him a bucket of water and some of the best oats, to which the magical being reacted with extreme indignation and turned his backside to Changbin.

"You'll get hungry again..." he muttered, knowing full well that once the Khan's spell wore off, the animal would attack the food like the greatest barbarian.

Indeed...
The unicorn fought fiercely against its growing hunger, but towards evening it gave in and ate everything like an ordinary horse... leaning over the dirty bucket and trough, which still held some unappetizing remnants.

"Please, please..." As dusk fell, the one who had cast the spell approached the bars. The old magician, standing on the trampled grass, no longer inspired as much admiration as he had on the stage. There, surrounded by light and dressed in beautiful, thick velvet robes, he charmed the audience even with the simplest tricks. Now, the old man, standing calmly over the grave, only looked slyly at his prey. Behind him, almost glued to his hunched back, stood a small boy with plump cheeks and eyes as round as river pebbles. "Our little one is feeling better and better here..." Sarcasm played a major role in his voice. Chan, of course, saw the contempt in those enormous eyes; in truth, he was enjoying this caged fire.

Jisung timidly peered out from behind his father's silhouette. Looking into those bottomless eyes for the first time, he felt not joy but immense regret that he had contributed even the slightest to the capture of this unique animal.
Their eyes met, and the young wizard heard a plea for help in his head. The unicorn could communicate with him without words.
The boy looked at his father, who seemed unable to hear what his son was hearing. So the unicorn had found an ally in Jisung...
By the way... he chose well...

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The unicorn's heart ached greatly under his unexpected captivity. Guests waiting for the circus performances often stopped before his open-top wagon and stared... stared without proper respect, without admiration... they saw only a beautiful horse that made no attempt to impress them.

Every day, the unicorn experienced another humiliation, another blow to the heart... their indifference was perhaps worse than the lack of freedom itself.

Chan showed him great attention, knew him perfectly well for who he was, and longed to tame the wild creature.
He forced Changbin to take the most brutal measures he knew to quickly train the unruly animal, but the unicorn was exceptionally stubborn and obstinate in his resolve, refusing to yield even to the whip.

The circus owner's unloved son, despite appearances, was capable of using force, something he did quite contrary to his delicate nature, but his father's orders were never open to question and, as always, had to be obeyed.

"How are you doing?" Chan proudly strode into the arena, where his youngest son had already spent three hours and hadn't managed to squeeze a single desired movement out of the unicorn. The pearly creature refused to walk in a circle, refused to stand on its hind legs... it did absolutely nothing the manager of this business insisted. "Changbin... this task must be beyond you..." He leaned against the stands and looked on contemptuously at this act of desperation.
A moment later, he proudly strode into the arena, causing his unruly prey to become nervous. "We'll have to deal with him differently... use our magic against him." He looked the animal straight in the eye and pressed forward with a determined stride, muttering something under his crooked nose. The unicorn fell to its knees, its legs suddenly buckling like the thinnest twigs. A silver collar gleamed on its slender neck, and a duplicate of its beautiful horn sprouted from its forehead. The fiction Chan had created would surely attract more people now; after all, everyone had once fantasized about seeing a real unicorn up close. And apparently, they were no longer alive...

The artificial horn captivated Changbin, who had to admit that it suited this beautiful creature perfectly, complemented her, made her complete. He had already reached for the whip when his father roughly shoved him aside. The boy collapsed to the grass, beating his battered body to a pulp. "You've shown me enough... you can't tame him. Jisung will take care of him now. I don't know why I thought you could... so much wasted time..." He gestured to the exit with his hand and with the other, invited his son, in whom he still pinned his hopes.

The elder, of course, had a much easier task. His father's magic meant that even a wizard as incompetent as he was, could handle several commands, which the unicorn obeyed despite himself.

But Jisung didn't have to use force against him, and, quite unjustly, he gained a few extra trust points in his eyes.

And so the shows began...

The pearly animal with a horn fashioned from pure fantasy suddenly aroused well-deserved admiration and always received a standing ovation.

Suddenly, there were more oats in the trough, and after the performance, Changbin would comb its shiny mane, causing pleasure.

The unicorn's vanity and stupidity were reawakened, and over time, the magical collar ceased to be necessary.

He became addicted to admiration... suddenly, it was just like in the Lilac Forest, where he was everyone's unattainable ideal.

Applause, lights focused solely on him... that was his life, and he was really starting to like it.

Until another magical animal from the circus made him realize what he had become.

The harpy reproached him for saying he could easily get rid of his horn now that he had become a mere mare.

It hurt...

And it changed his perspective...

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The harpy, like the unicorn, was captured by Khan through a trick. Lured by the tasty treat, she allowed herself to be tricked like a naive child without life experience.

For over a decade, she had been trapped in an enchanted cage, seeking an opportunity to communicate with any creature in the circus.

But it was only when the unicorn appeared that she had any hope of a true conversation between magical beings.

At first, she saw the rebellious one-horned horse as the perfect companion for complaints and possible escape talks, but over time, she noticed him basking in the worthless applause of fools who didn't even see his true nature. They only saw the mirage conjured on his forehead.

"You sold yourself so easily..." she muttered to him one night, when the parody unicorn was alone, Changbin had finished brushing him, and the trough was already licked clean.

"They love me..." the unicorn reluctantly responded to the provocation. Even though the harpy was closest to him in status, he disliked her because of the way she spoke to him. And she knew perfectly well who he was. She should have shown him proper respect, but he felt only contempt and mockery from her.

"They love what Chan allows them to see... they don't know who you are..." she snorted under her breath and rocked nervously on a mangy branch. Yellow eyes stared at the unicorn, who was already getting quite nervous. "Now, even as a horse, you can command their admiration... All you have to do is walk nicely in a circle. Pathetic..." She turned her head away, laughing quietly into her own feathers. She was right. After a few moments, the unicorn had to reluctantly agree with her unpleasant opinion. He'd sold himself... for a few brush strokes through his mane and applause from people who didn't even know who they were applauding.

He thought about it all night. He didn't sleep. In the morning, when Changbin poured him oats, he didn't even look in his direction. He was ashamed of himself.

"Sick?" Chan came to him late in the afternoon, right before the performance. "You don't eat... you're so moody..." He stood and stared intently into the slightly faded eyes. The purple was slowly disappearing from those beautiful irises... along with his inner honor and self-respect...

The unicorn turned away and lowered his head, disappointed in himself.

He felt the noose still adorning his neck begin to press uncomfortably. Khan used his magic again to ensure today's performance was a success. Afterward, he personally escorted him to his cage and took charge of his care. "I don't tolerate disobedience... you must accept your fate and even thank me. You're safe here; no one, not even a purple bull, can find you." At these words, the unicorn raised its head. "Yes... you heard correctly. My magic protects even against that devilish creature. He would recognize you in a second. And you probably know what he would do to you... fuck you and throw you into the sea to please the old king..." The harpy began to laugh mockingly. Khan also responded with a mad laugh. "My love, I know... you've been waiting so long. I think your dream will soon come true, and you'll plunge those sweet talons into my throat. I promise. But not yet." He exited the unicorn's cage and approached his beloved, magical creature. They stared at each other for a long time, and the magician whispered the strongest spells under his breath and slowly calmed the wild creature.

He walked away from the wagons, clearly exhausted... age no longer allowed him to be as active as he once was, and the Harpy was truly a formidable opponent.

"I'll help you..." Some time after his father had holed up in his wagon, Jisung approached the unicorn's cage. He had seen today's performance, and he felt that nothing had been done of his own free will. He felt sorry for this beautiful creature who was dying before his eyes every day. Even his violet eyes had already lost their color. And their strange relationship wouldn't allow him to be left in this captivity forever. He didn't want him to become like the Harpy...

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The harpy, traumatized by the waiting, had long probed the unicorn's delicate mind. She pointed out every moment he'd once again succumbed to this insidious human manipulation. Chan was, of course, a true master at it. He could work magic like no other; after all, it was what he'd done his whole life, making a living by deceiving and beguiling people. And animals too. Anything that could feel. Had a heart... or shreds of it...

Jisung watched from the sidelines as the animal deteriorated further, degraded and struggling with the last of its strength against the will of its powerful father. For some unknown reason, he wanted to help it; subconsciously, he believed it needed freedom, even though he didn't know exactly what his plans were. He had no idea the unicorn was searching for the others. That it was voluntarily intending to visit the old king and his lilac Cerberus.

If he'd known that... he would never have let it go...

And so...

"I'll help you..." That evening, he was certain his father wouldn't be going outside again. Chan was growing weaker and weaker. Age, hard work, and the specter of death looming over him sapped his energy the moment he left the loud stage.

The unicorn raised his head and turned those purple-washed eyes on the clumsy magician. He didn't believe in his magic. Jisung didn't have the power to even remotely rival his father's. He was weak...

But he was stubborn... very stubborn...

The first attempt to break the magic cage failed. It was predictable; there was no way to even break the spell... Jisung tried, once he even summoned a strong wind to help, almost overturning all the carts with animals... once he almost shrunk the cage... some magic flowed in his hands, but that wasn't it yet.
The harpy laughed loudly, watching these pathetic attempts to free the magical creature from captivity. But she was curious to see how far the young, clumsy wizard would go.

Hours passed, and the bars didn't budge.

The unicorn no longer even looked trusting; its eyes had withered completely, and its eyelashes had closed the heavy lid of hopelessness.

"Forgive me..." Jisung tried to calm the broken creature. His hands were slowly shaking, he was fainting, his strength failing. But he didn't give up, trying to squeeze even more out of the disobedient body. But then he failed... "I have one more way for you to escape from here... I can open your cage with my brother's key. But he'll find out as soon as the lock comes loose. So you'll have to run... as fast as you can. He'll call for our father..." he whispered softly, pulling a thick bunch of Changbin's keys from the pocket of his leather pants.
The harpy's eyes flashed a sickly yellow... the little wizard had made an impression on her.

The unicorn nodded... he understood... he even nodded his thanks for such a tremendous sacrifice.

The key clicked, the hated cage opened, and majestic hooves touched the beloved ground.

"Run!" Jisung roared with all his might, unable to understand why the unicorn was still there. Seconds passed; Changbin could definitely feel his precious key unlocking the cage.

The pearly fur began to take on that purple hue again, and his eyes filled with the violet meadow and the magic of the Lilac Forest.

The unicorn stood. The only one free... he looked at all the sad animals that had been stuck there much longer than he had. Completely defenseless and sunk in an even deeper melancholy than he himself.
Feeling his old power again, he approached the cages and, with his wondrous horn, opened each one. Except for one.

The harpy still glared at him with her ferocious yellow eyes, as if smiling. But not fondly... with superiority and a kind of contempt.

"Let me out," she didn't say now, but he heard her voice in his head. It wasn't a request. It was an order. Stern and firm. "We are like brothers."

"No!" Jisung was terrified as he saw the unicorn approaching her cage. "She'll kill you!" He couldn't find his way; with his other eye, he saw Changbin and his father running towards him. Although Chan was approaching very slowly. Today, he was utterly exhausted.

"Open."

The strongest lock in the circus gave way, and a huge, nasty bird flew from its cage and soared into the sky, obscuring the moon and a swarm of stars. It circled a few times to stretch its leathery, wrinkled wings, then dove down, exposing its dagger-sharp claws. It was flying straight for its savior when suddenly... it spotted a more interesting target.

Chan managed to scream only once. Then the bird's talons dug into his heart and began tearing at his old skin. Terrified, Changbin immediately rushed to the rescue. After a moment, there was silence... broken only by the sound of smacking...

Jisung couldn't move...
He realized that everything that had just happened was his fault. He had killed his father... killed his brother... destroyed the circus... unleashed a bloodthirsty animal...

The unicorn, however, saw it differently.

Chan himself knew this would happen... he felt it...
So his vision came true...

"Let's go..." The unicorn gently pushed the broken magician toward the surrounding forest.

He felt the circus director's magic leave his body... freedom hit his nostrils. There was no spell binding him...

There was no protection either...

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The terrifying sound of smacking ceased... the further they went into the forest, the spell softened, the false horn faded into nothingness, and a deep purple bloomed in his eyes again.

They decided to rest in the pleasant clearing they had found themselves in after a time that had allowed them to contemplate true freedom.

Jisung sank onto the perfectly green grassy carpet, burying his tired head in the fragrant blades. He inhaled a different air than the circus air... he himself seemed to feel that everything had changed. Of course, there was despair in his heart... but not only that. There was also solace and peace of mind.

No more scolding glances or forcing him to work beyond his strength. Jisung suddenly saw a deeper meaning in all of this. But would he be able to cope?

The unicorn approached him, leaned over him with that beautiful muzzle, bringing an incomprehensible peace to the magician.

"Rest..." he lulled him to sleep with his gentle voice. He felt strangely dreary here. Like in his beloved Lilac Forest. But he didn't want to sleep; he celebrated the moment of regained freedom. He watched over his savior.

But before dawn, he felt strange...
Watched...
Hunted...

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The Purple Bull was very restless that night... his wild nature was exceptionally irritable today, saturated with some sick desire for something new... he knew all the unicorns he had chased into the sea. He had possessed each one, not once, not twice. He always took them when they even dared to poke their snouts beyond the turbulent waves. Sometimes he even fished them out from the abyss himself, when he desperately needed solace...

He knew the scent and texture of each of their fur. But today the southerly wind brought something different... new... something the Taurus would gladly sink more than just his teeth into...

He felt hungry...

But it was late... dawn would be here any minute. He knew he might not make it in time. He always transformed into a human in the morning. It would take him too long to get home, and the scent definitely traveled a long way...

"Minho?" The king noticed his beloved adoptive son's discomfort... he showed up for breakfast completely naked, still reeking of smoke, with the tips of his purple hair singed at the nape of his neck. He was irritated. He sat down on a wooden bench and didn't greet anyone present. That was, the king himself and Prince Jeongin, who was cowering in the corner.

He didn't glance at anyone, grabbed a bloody, raw piece of meat, and began chewing it steadily. His fingers were dripping with blood, making the others' appetites disgusting. He smacked his lips, slurped, and cracked the delicate cartilage with his teeth. As always... he behaved outrageously, but the king continued to look at him with merciful eyes...

"Disgusting..." Jeongin couldn't bear it any longer as the unchewed muscle fiber was spat out onto the edge of the table, right next to him... he stood up and left, trying to suppress the urge to vomit after seeing this spectacle.
Minho just laughed mockingly and continued eating.

"Is something troubling you?" The king needed to know the reason for his beloved's displeasure. He didn't like Minho being disconsolate...

"I feel like a horse ran away..." He finished eating, licked his lips, and began sucking the bloody dirt from under his fingernails... The king shuddered involuntarily.

"They're all here; I counted them this morning..." His assurances, however, were to no avail. Minho was angry. Without a word, he left the dining room and headed towards the village, throwing only an embroidered, lilac robe over his broad shoulders.
He would return again in the evening, covered in blood...

***

Grass-green hair emerged from behind the thick bushes, and eyes full of curiosity gazed toward the unusual intruders in his meadow.
The unicorn and the frail magician slept huddled together, disrupting the perfect symbiosis of this place. The wood elf, Felix, saw perfectly well that his guests were unique and untouchable. The magician himself, perhaps not so much, but the animal beside him...
The last...

Felix watched them all morning. And all afternoon...

When night fell, he longed to wake them, but the infernal creature was there first.

The Purple Bull arrived immediately after his transformation, already feeling an insatiable urge. He was chasing that fabulous scent that had been itching him since yesterday.

He found his desired animal sleeping next to a man in a vast meadow. It glowed with a beautiful, violet glow. Just like Minho's hair... and his skin when he became a bull. The perfect complement...
Destiny seen through the eyes of a madman...

Felix gasped as he caught the scent of burning flesh.
He knew the Bull's bad reputation and didn't even try to stop it from attacking. He was grateful to fate for having seen a real unicorn in person.
He knew exactly what would happen to the poor thing. Only pain and immense suffering.

He saw the Bull approaching him, playfully stabbing him with its sharp horn. Suddenly forcing him to flee, and the magician beside him nearly going mad with despair because he couldn't help him at all.
The unicorn defied the Purple One several times. Just as Changbin had tried to teach it... it stood on its hind legs and tried to fight.
But that was nothing compared to the born soldier.

Then, a flash of light erupted from Jisung's hands, the earth shook, everyone lost their sight for a moment, and when they regained it, they saw a boy on the ground. With white skin, silver hair, and a beauty as delicate as flower petals.

And the unicorn was gone...

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Minho staggered back from the village. He'd had a great time today... calmed his nerves... superficially, but still, something was better than nothing.
He'd gotten drunk at the inn, brutally beaten a few villagers, and then spent his time in the hayloft with the kidnapped, naive peasants.
Leaving, he hadn't even checked if the girls had survived. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, he boldly set off towards the castle.

He had a feeling that tonight would be special.

And he wasn't wrong...

Waiting in the cave for his transformation, he'd thought long and hard about which route to take to best suit his abilities, how to cover as many paths as possible... he was prepared and ready for the long journey. His goal was to find the creature whose scent so tempted him.

As soon as he felt his body transform, he trembled with excitement. The transformation into the Purple Bull had happened surprisingly quickly today. A few seconds after nightfall, the Bull was racing like crazy in the direction from which the wind had brought him anxiety yesterday.

He found him faster than he thought. Or maybe he ran too fast.

But as soon as he saw him...

He went crazy...

He knew immediately that the other was different, unknown. Pure...
His naiveté was amusing, making him want to play with him, to attack him.
He woke him with a light touch of one of his horns. He jumped up as if scalded, ready to flee. The man lying next to him clumsily tried to protect him, further eliciting laughter from the infernal Cerberus. They played cat and mouse for quite some time, the Bull occasionally allowing him to wander away, only to attack again, chasing him into places where escape was impossible.

This unknown creature aroused him. He was beautiful, like all the others, but the purple glint in his hair and eyes struck him especially hard.
He wanted him.
He had to have him.
Possess him and tear him to pieces.

He noticed he was trying to fight. So he gasped through sultry nostrils and charged at him with all his might. Perhaps it would be better to overpower him now? He would take him here... and then figure out how to get him to the castle...
The unicorn reared up on his hind legs again, desperately trying to push his attacker away. He felt his heart stop, that hot breath of hell almost burning him...
His eyes stared at him with wild fascination... terrifying and absolutely fantastic.
He almost gave up, almost wanted to follow him. His power was so overwhelming, on the verge of total domination...
And then...
A sharp wind blew. He felt pain in his chest. He felt movement under his hooves... a blinding flash burned his purple irises. And he fell to the ground...

When he opened his eyes, Bull was gone. Beside him knelt Jisung and a strange, green-haired boy with an incredibly beautiful smile.
He himself felt strange... uneasy...
He tried to stand up, but the hooves were suddenly no longer hooves... he groaned...
And he noticed tears streaming down both men's cheeks. He felt a few on his...

Cheek...

He put his hand to it...

"No!" he shouted, his voice no longer his. Different, cold, from another dimension. Human...

"I'll fix this," Jisung tried to summon a little magic from his tired hands.

"Change me back!" the beautiful, pale-skinned boy demanded his former self.

***

The bull couldn't explain where his beautiful new goal had disappeared. He searched, wandered in the sight- and feeling-deprived fog, until, strangely enough, he found himself at the castle gates in the early morning. He held a single strand of hair from the tail of this magical creature in his mouth. "I'll find you," he muttered to himself, and felt himself transform back into a human...

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Felix longed to somehow help the broken man, who couldn't even take a few steps on his thin legs. But he didn't want help, slapping away the hands trying to hold him upright. He practically screamed.

"I don't want to!" It was understandable that he was deeply irritated. The transformation was sudden and completely unexpected. Such great magic didn't happen often. Even the magician who had performed it was still in shock.

Felix was the only one who clearly remembered what had happened that night. An immense power had ripped through his meadow, frightening the horny Bull and transforming the unicorn into a boy.

A beautiful boy...
Felix had never seen a human who could even rival him in beauty.

The unicorn in human skin was enchanting.

His skin was pale, with a faint luminous sheen. His hair, delicate and equally fair, was streaked with lilac streaks.

In the center of his forehead was a silver scar from a lost horn. Eyes, huge and an unnatural shade of purple. Delightful...

"I... I'll undo this spell..." Jisung ran to him as soon as the fog cleared. He didn't even know if the Bull was gone... he had to check on him... he had no idea what devastation his incompetent magic had caused.

He stared at the naked boy with long arms and legs, pale and looking as if he'd died.

"Impossible..." he whispered to himself. He couldn't believe his spell could do so much. In a way, he was incredibly proud of himself; even Chan had never managed such a spectacular transformation. If the boy had survived...

He opened his eyes... broken and wet... bathed in that crazy color.
And as soon as he noticed what had happened, he began to wail.

Out of nowhere, a strange boy with green hair appeared next to Jisung. An elf. He greeted him with a sincere smile and kind words. He knew quite a bit about them. Apparently, the meadow was his. He had been watching them since they arrived. He knew who the boy was, who he was before the change... one of the few believers...

"He'll suffer..." He broked the wizard with these words. "You shouldn't have done this to him." He wasn't accusing him, he wasn't speaking reproachfully. But these words hurt Jisung. But what else could he do? When he saw the Bull, he only thought of how to distract him from the unicorn. He thought of the human. The Bull wasn't paying attention to them... but he underestimated the magic he now had in his hands.

"But he's safe..." he tried to justify himself.

"And unhappy... he should go with him... it's his destiny, like the rest..." Felix lowered his voice. He saw in Jisung's eyes that he knew the Purple Bull's history and didn't necessarily like how the rest of those magical animals ended up.

Jisung just shook his head. No, he wouldn't let anything happen to him now. Ever since they left the circus, they had only each other...
He looked at the waking man, at the fear in his eyes and the immense pain. He was truly terrified; he didn't want to be like that. He refused to accept a humanoid figure.

Under the charming Elf's care, they spent several days building something resembling the beginnings of a friendship. They taught the boy how to walk, how to place the legs he hated correctly. Felix fed them, taught them about the area they were in. He told them a lot. He was alone here too...

The unicorn was still suffering...
He was struggling to adjust to his awkward body; every time he looked at himself in the water, he hated it more and more...

Jisung couldn't break the spell. All the magic had drained from his body; he had probably used up all his life's supply.

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Felix watched the unicorn, excited by its journey. As it tried to transition from a clumsy walk to a run. As it suddenly learned to stand and sit, forcing its new body to copy his and Jisung's movements.

He watched...

He learned...

He saw some meaning in the coming future.

"He needs clothes..." The wizard was, of course, happy to see the broken creature's renewed optimism, but his indifference to learning other human shortcomings worried him. He continued to eat chaotically, like an animal. Despite his grace and immense charm, it was clear he was different.

He didn't want to wear clothes at all; he said it was pointless to hide under them... that his body needed to be caressed by the sun's rays.

He saw his two new friends looking at him. With the adoration unicorns deserve... he liked it... but his vanity was still strong. This feeling was an inseparable part of his existence.

He loved being admired...

"Try it on..." Felix dug out a few flowing linen shirts from his human haul, the kind that barely covered his pink nipples and bony ribs.
Honestly, the unicorn looked even more tempting in them than without...

Pale legs peeking out from under the shirt, a slightly jutting butt, and that hair flowing down his thin back.

He wasn't like other humans...

Jisung handed him his cloak, but even the heavy navy blue velvet couldn't mask its charm.

"You still need a name..." They both looked at him and thought for a long time about what name would suit this noble appearance.

"I'm a unicorn, I don't need a name..." He tilted his head up and immediately made it clear that he didn't like the idea at all.

"What are we going to tell the king? Who are you?" Jisung was having a hard time reaching an understanding with him...

The unicorn threw its hood over its silver-violet hair and looked at Felix, asking for directions...
He didn't want to talk about it.

They set off...

***

Minho, right after transforming into a human, went crazy... he couldn't understand how he'd lost track of that horse, how he'd managed to fool its perfect senses.
If it weren't for a hair from the creature's mane, he'd be tempted to believe he was a dream...

But he wasn't...
Minho remembered his scent, the wildness in his beautiful eyes, the moment he almost gave up. And then everything changed. The unicorn disappeared, the meadow disappeared, the magician disappeared.
He felt like he was emerging from the land of the dead. That fog... so strong...

Magic of the highest order...

"Son..." The king couldn't tame the wild child brought back from hell. Minho destroyed everything in his path... he spent his days in the village drinking and murdering the last remaining subjects of the incompetent ruler. At night, he pulled terrified unicorns from the sea and relentlessly fucked each one. "Minho, calm down," the old man begged and pleaded. The village was practically dead... the remnants of the people who remained lived in permanent terror.

Seungmin stood at the threshold of his dark cave and watched in horror as he finished dismembering his companion... his eyes burned with primal savagery, his face streaked with thick blood... "child..." The king didn't understand what was troubling his restless soul so much...

"He's there!!!" - Minho kicked one of the pieces of the body out of the cave, the body rolled to the edge of the cliff and then disappeared into the depths of the sea.

"We have everything..." the adoptive father rushed to the beloved boy who had rejected him...

"No..."

***

And the longed-for doom was practically at the castle gates... they only had to pass the strangely abandoned village where they had carelessly decided to spend the night...

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The village was... dead...
Empty...
No wind blew through it, the birds had long since left the surrounding forests.

Everyone was afraid...

A wild boy with purple hair who killed and raped... or took, in reverse order.

Minho was a messenger of death and a spirit from hell.

A putrid stench, reeking of sulfur and crime in its purest form.

***

The less-than-merry company reached the village after several hours of slow walking. The unicorn was definitely having trouble moving faster over the uneven forest terrain. Once an agile creature, now a clumsy human, tripping over almost every root.

"I want to rest," he sighed at the village entrance, letting out a tired breath.

Felix and Jisung looked at each other and at the unattractive surroundings. They really didn't want to stay there. But they saw how tired their companion was.
"Will we find lodging here?" the magician asked a hunched peasant at the door of a dilapidated cottage...

"At the inn..." the man was clearly surprised by their visit. Such unusual guests were definitely rare here. And they looked like someone from the high society. "They will welcome you there with dignity." He grinned the rest of his rotten teeth...

They moved hesitantly in the direction his gnarled hand indicated.

The unicorn could barely walk, tired from the considerable distance he had covered on those hated legs...

Entering the inn, he was nudged by a very drunk, purple-haired boy. He was a portly man, broad-shouldered, with a strong, fleshy body. The unicorn felt a wild current flow from his arm straight into the interior of his innocent body.

He couldn't even be outraged; their encounter was like a violent storm, leaving only ruins in its wake...
He wanted to turn away...

Jisung, as if sensing it... pushed him deeper into the room, blocking the dirty, wild-eyed boy's view of the handsome boy.
The owner greeted them with a touch of exuberance, a slight chaos reigned, and Minho stepped outside, the first gust of air allowing him to forget this unusual encounter.
He set off quickly for home, swaying under the pressure of alcohol.
A quick transformation and another night of constant abuse on his beloved horses. He had tortured them for an exceptionally long time today...

The bull felt an immense hunger that could not be satisfied.
He dreamed...
He daydreamed...
About that one...

Which he didn't have with him...

***

The unicorn didn't close his eyes. He heard sounds that seemed to reach only his ears. The cries and despair of those like him...
His brothers suffered, a terrible injustice was being done to them.

The bull...
He did terrible things to them... he fished them from the sea and then raped them until he grew tired of them. But his boredom was like the blink of an eye. A moment later, he wanted them again. And so it was until dawn...

The unicorn kept getting out of bed, despite the pain in his legs... he went to the window in the poor room and looked at the castle, which terrified him from afar. Enormous, inspiring only fear.

The unicorn rested his head on his hands and gazed at the eerie building beneath which, in a cave, dwelt a creature returned from hell.

A terrifying specter he had encountered before.

He remembered it perfectly...
That moment when he tried to fight and then just wanted to give in.

He had never felt the need to submit to anyone before. Not to Chan, Changbin... people who wanted to make a mare out of him.

Only in the Bull's gaze did he see this true admiration. His eyes were the only ones that didn't lie. The unicorn was everything to him. He wanted it and had to have it...

A strange tremor ran through his slender body...
Like that time at the inn door...
Fire erupted from the cave beneath the castle, the earth shook, and the wails of his kin could be heard again in the unicorn's head.

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The king was devastated by his beloved boy's behavior.
Minho had lost every shred of his humble humanity and given in to his darkest instincts. He had completely forgotten who he was...

Who he could have been...

The heir to the throne.

A king.

A great warrior.

Now he was just a dirty instinct, spending his days in the village and then exploiting the poor unicorns.

Seungmin saw him at night...

He stood on the balcony and watched as he fished them out with his horns, biting their legs to prevent them from even trying to escape.

He climbed onto them from behind, nearly breaking their tiny spines. Even the roar of the sea couldn't drown out the terrible sounds.

The pearly horses cried and screamed, occasionally glancing at the heartless ruler on the balcony, and even if he wanted to, he couldn't help them.

The bull was strong and brutal... he didn't care that his considerable size was completely out of keeping with the delicate animals. His irresistible need for mating overshadowed his entire world, and the events of the past few days and his intense stress only further fueled his wild impulses...

The King knew his beloved animals bled profusely; there were nights when even the sea turned pink.

But he couldn't stop him, never even wanting to deny him anything. The King himself was captivated by his purple child and could forgive him absolutely anything.

***

Counting his wounded flock in the early morning hours, he noticed three unfamiliar figures approaching the castle gates.

A short man in a pointed hat, a strange creature with slicked-down green hair, and a woman... tall and slender, with an almost inhuman shape.

The king didn't hesitate...
He immediately summoned his own son, Jeongin, to welcome the unusual guests, inviting them to his home.
It had been so long since they had seen anyone from outside the kingdom...

A sumptuous breakfast was immediately prepared, and the timid thought that perhaps the beautiful stranger would charm his introverted son even crossed the ruler's mind: perhaps the kingdom would somehow survive...

***

Prince Jeongin, however, reluctantly set out to meet the unexpected guests. Ever since Minho had appeared in his life, he hadn't been able to look optimistically into the future.

But the creature hidden under the velvet hood particularly caught his eye. He... because it suddenly became clear that the newcomer was a man.
Unearthly handsome, but still... a boy...

He introduced himself politely, looking at each of them. Well-groomed... cultured... clearly impeccable manners.

Except for him...
He had a certain wildness about him, shrouded in a delicate aura.
He was different...

"Han Jisung... a creator of illusions and perhaps soon to be the esteemed Prince's court magician." Felix, without even a surname, only timidly bowed his grassy head.

"And you, Sir?" Jeongin was intrigued by the hooded figure. However, he remained eloquently silent...

"Me?" The unicorn searched the proud head, but at that moment, only one name came to mind. "Hyunjin. Hwang Hyunjin." He had heard that name before. It belonged to a little boy who got lost in the Lilac Forest. The unicorn didn't know what fate awaited him afterward... he let him enjoy the sight for a moment and left, feeling his delight.

Jeongin bowed low, some unknown force made him feel a lot for him in that moment...

The breakfast prepared at the King's behest was truly impressive. It looked as if every castle pantry had been emptied and a lavish banquet was being organized.

Such unusual aromas even attracted Minho, who stood in the dining room doorway, as usual, naked and dirty, reeking of burning and the slaughter of innocents.

"Minho? These are our guests..." The King hadn't expected another son at the table. "Be polite..."

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He stood and stared...
Enchanted...

At the boy with the pale face and almost white hair.

"Minho..." The king rose from his chair and tried to cover his son's naked body.
Jeongin simply averted his gaze from the hated figure.
His stepbrother sat down opposite the guests and grabbed a large piece of smoked ham on the bone.
His strong teeth crushed the first delicate cartilage, and all the guests winced slightly.

"Rubbish..." Jeongin whispered under his breath, but all the magical beings heard. Minho crunched loudly, sucked in the meat, and rested his elbows on the wooden counter.
He fixed his eyes on Hyunjin, who also stared at him.
He was the only one here who didn't eat meat.

"My second son..." The king felt an unhealthy obligation to justify him to the others.

"He's not your son!" The always gentle prince suddenly couldn't resist. "He's a barbarian, a boor, and a..." He didn't finish... Minho was already there, crushing his thin neck, laughing mockingly into his red ear. Pieces of ham still protruded from between his teeth, his breath reeked of rot and corpses...
Hyunjin couldn't tear his eyes away from him. It was the first time he'd ever seen a man like him.
He wasn't tall, rather stocky. Of average height...
Nothing special, except...
A body that was breathtaking...

Every muscle could be captured perfectly. Dirt, dust, and a greasy film of soot exposed them so clearly that the boy's mouth watered.

Back, straight as a board, strong shoulders, thick neck...
Then bulging buttocks combined with the most delicious thighs the universe has ever seen...
And...

Hyunjin groaned to himself...
The king's son was blessed with a truly impressive penis. His long, thick, straight cock looked impressive dangling between those plump thighs. Although it wasn't completely at rest. It was tense... ready. Hyunjin's heart stopped for a moment, and other organs started beating unexpectedly.
And the purple one noticed...
He saw everything like a true predator.

"Get out!" The king slammed his hand on the table, and the lilac-haired boy threw his older brother like an old rag and left, slamming the door.
"I'm sorry for..." he fell silent when he met his son's gaze. Jeongin slowly rose from the stone floor and rubbed his sore elbows.
"We don't have many guest rooms. Since you offered your services as a magician, we can offer you a servant's quarters." The king had had enough of the topic of his children and brought up an equally interesting topic.
Jisung nodded eagerly, and Felix mirrored his gesture. As an Elf, he could take care of the sparse vegetation surrounding the castle quite well.

"And Master Hyunjin will be able to occupy the second chamber upstairs." Jeongin suddenly joined the conversation. This chamber was next to his own.

"Doesn't your brother sleep there?" Hwang was incredibly curious where his impulsive second son slept.

"Minho?" He didn't even broach the subject of their relationship. But the question appealed to him. "He's not fit for the salons... he has special chambers..." he snorted contemptuously... "I'll show you around..." The prince stood up, offered Hyunjin his hand, and led him to the castle's highest tower.
The king was speechless...

But his son had clearly impressed him.

They explored the castle... slowly, without rushing. Jeongin showed them every nook and cranny. The armory, the vast kitchens, the neglected royal gardens...
Hyunjin liked everything. The old castle... suddenly it wasn't so scary anymore.

They walked for quite a while, the sun already rising above them... the warm rays burned their faces.

Hyunjin tried to listen to his brothers... but they seemed to be asleep, exhausted by the brutality of the night. He couldn't feel the bull either... but he could see his impulsive brother's eyes following them.
Minho's ghost was here...

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"Are you listening?" Prince Jeongin looked at Hyunjin, who had decisively left the garden. His thoughts followed the purple mane, disappearing behind the imposing trees. Minho left behind a phantom scent and taste on his tongue. A bitter, burning sensation in his throat. One that couldn't be removed...

"No..." The boy's sincerity was killing... Jeongin knew full well that he wasn't listening, but he had no idea where his restless thoughts were wandering. "I'm tired..."

"I'm sorry..." The young prince felt a bit foolish... "I'll show you your chamber..."

The narrow staircase was pure torture for newborn human legs. Hyunjin barely climbed the tall tower and immediately fell into the soft sheets. He was invisible from a distance... his paleness blended with the bed, only a few strands of hair and large eyes contrasting with the ubiquitous whiteness.

Jeongin watched his stretch in this bright setting, her long legs gliding smoothly and almost silently, her too-short shirt revealing her firm buttocks.

"Sleep..." He didn't want to stop watching, didn't want to leave... but good manners were obligatory. And such a delicate creature would surely appreciate his gentleness and self-control.

***

Hyunjin's dream had finally completely clouded his mind. He felt safe here... for some strange reason, this castle had brought blissful peace to him...
He dreamed of the Lilac Forest... of the animals that had admired him his entire life. The memories brought a few tears to his eyelids, stinging almost too aggressively...
Longing warmed and chilled his heart. Alternately...

Minho stood over his bed, watching his pale eyelashes tremble, his emaciated body tossing against the pillows, and his lips parting as if longing for fulfillment.

He himself no longer looked the same as at breakfast. He washed his dirty face, scraping the dried remnants of blood from under his fingernails.
He stuck an earring in his ear and hung a beautiful gold necklace around his neck. War booty, plucked from the dead body of the victims.

Minho washed his hair, which was now beautifully frizzy, and put a fresh violet robe on his impressive frame. The material barely clung to his broad chest, showcasing the magnificent body of the brutal boy.

Hyunjin felt a hot hand on his thigh.

A tight squeeze, so painful, so painful it raised bloody patches.

Awakening so sudden, so unexpected...

The hand slid higher, under the shirt that only barely covered his ass.
Two burning fingers suddenly slid brazenly into his anus. Dry, hot, and rough...
Pain shot through his entire body, and his spine, already liquid wax, bent away from the line drawn by nature.
Hyunjin screamed on the edge of sleep and wakefulness. He opened his eyes and mouth...
And he was hovering over his beautiful face.

Minho.

He dug those filthy fingers deeper, twisting at different angles to hit a strategic point.
Hyunjin was frozen...
From pain
From pleasure
From such new sensations

"You're tight..." he lowered his nasty face and gazed with relish into the tearful violet eyes.
Hyunjin couldn't even respond. He maintained eye contact with the monster, his mouth dripping with vulgar saliva.
Minho thrust harder, his knuckles brushing against the anus.
He began to play with his fingers inside, and the defenseless victim nearly fainted under the movements of his skilled phalanges.
"Too easy..." Minho extended his hand. He rose from the bed and stood over the tired, needy boy. He licked his fingers, stained with the luminous secretions. He inhaled the scent, and his eyes burst... "See you at dinner..."

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After Minho left the room, Hyunjin was left on the rumpled bed and felt a tremendous emptiness. He still wanted his fingers inside him, those heavy gazes, his breath that smelled of fire. But the fact that he was gone... was depressing.

His body burned with a strange desire. The places where he had touched him...
They burned...

They itched...

He tried to put his hand there, but his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He couldn't do it like that, he'd never felt such a need before. But because of him...
His hand shook like crazy as it tried to touch his erect penis. Hyunjin closed his eyes in shame. He was disgusted with himself, he had let those primal instincts take over. Like a common animal. Or like a common man... were they really that simple and susceptible to touch or sight?
Fools...

But he grabbed his aroused penis. He moved his hand toward the shaft, clumsily tugging on the delicate foreskin.
He sighed...
That felt good...

Warmth pooled in his lower abdomen, his cock growing even harder. Stiff and throbbing... responding to every movement of his skillful hand.
He jerked harder...
He sighed...
He spread his legs wider, thrusting his hips forward. His pelvic bones rubbed against his rapidly working wrist.

Hyunjin tilted his head back. Nothing could stop him now.
He came with chaotic moans, falling back onto the pillows.
He saw Minho in his mind...

But not the smoothed one, adorned with gold and scrubbed with a wire brush.

The image burned into his eyes was the Minho he'd met that morning.

Dirty and naked... a boorish male, with a mad smile and wild eyes.

Hyunjin ejaculated onto his sunken belly, and the returning shame brought him back to reality. He stared at the silvery semen on his hands, feeling increasingly worse.

He covered himself with a blanket, pretending to himself that the events of the last few minutes hadn't happened.

After a few hours, someone brought him clothes and informed him of a dinner to which the king and prince were inviting him.

Hyunjin had trouble dressing himself in the elegant robes. But what had been prepared for him fit perfectly.

He slowly walked down to the dining room, where Jeongin and a slightly excited Jisung and Felix were already waiting. Also in their new outfits...

Minho was nowhere to be seen.
Hyunjin deliberately looked around for him, only to blush when he appeared in the doorway.

Putting himself together again, almost elegant...

But no...
Even when he was using cutlery, he couldn't be seen as a cultured man.

He was the complete opposite of his brother...

He still hadn't washed his hand, which was still glistening with the silver grease from Hyunjin's ass.

"Is it time for you?" Jeongin interrupted their endless, lingering stare with a rather peculiar tone of voice. Minho glanced out the window and indeed... jumped up from the table...

Hyunjin, his cheeks still burning, watched him disappear down the long corridor.

"Shall we take a walk?" The prince regained his courage when the hated family member left them suddenly and without an effusive farewell.
Hwang reluctantly agreed, but after a moment, he felt his brothers' fear and was more eager to go for a walk with the clearly horny prince.

Jeongin led him along the empty, cold beach, talking quite a bit about the kingdom, about the possibilities.

Hyunjin didn't listen to him at all, only nodding politely. His thoughts were on the unicorns that lived in the nearby sea. Almost within arm's reach.
He could hear them, almost feel them...
They were suffering again... so he was next to him... A bull...

He only snapped out of his lethargy when he felt the prince's lips press against his...

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The king saw his awkward son begin to approach their special guest during dinner.
Hyunjin, despite not being a woman, definitely had the ability to attract attention.
Even Seungmin, who was no longer susceptible to human charms, had to admit that the boy was a charmer. He didn't seem to be doing anything, he simply was...
But he was enchanting...

His entire, frail frame screamed for the world's attention, waiting for a sigh.
And both his real and his surrogate sons definitely succumbed to this temptation.

The king hadn't seen Minho focus on someone so intently in a long time. He observed Hyunjin, even washing up for him before dinner, a very rare occurrence.

The purple boy looked almost... proper.
His table manners had also improved somewhat. But still... he wasn't exactly a classy man.

Jeongin, meanwhile, entertained his guest with beautifully recited poetry and conversations about the modern world. He also wanted to learn more about the mysterious man, who wasn't given to confessions.
Hyunjin only replied in half-words and lazily picked at his plate of vegetables.
It was clear he wasn't particularly interested in the conversation.
But when he met his adoptive son's gaze, he blushed like a peony kissed by the sun.
Minho stared at him long and intensely. He searched for his reflection in those innocent eyes, searching for his complete submission.

Time flew by; eye contact had to be broken when darkness suddenly fell.

***

The king watched his son stroll with the beautiful stranger. From his high balcony, he also had a perfect view of the rest of the beach and the sea. And of the cave where the Purple Bull was going crazy over the inability to spend time with the blond boy.

The king watched as Jeongin approached Hwang timidly, trying to distract his lost thoughts from the water and the creatures within. The unicorns timidly raised their manes above the sea foam, and the bull, in his madness, drowned them again, one by one.
Today, surprisingly, he didn't step into them. Today, he was quickly getting rid of them on land, and then, visibly, he glanced at the men strolling on the beach.

His cave blazed with living fire, bathed in anger and utter madness.

***

"Leave me alone, Sir..." Hyunjin sobered the moment he felt the prince's lips on his. It didn't last more than a few seconds, but his touch was so uncomfortable that he immediately pushed it away...

"Forgive me..." Jeongin felt embarrassed that he had let his instincts get the better of him. He was naturally rather gentle, so today's behavior surprised even him. "I'll escort you to your room..." He became that shy boy again, hiding in the shadow of his father's feisty favorite.

***

Hyunjin slept a fitful, very light sleep. As if he were waiting for something, as if he didn't want to fall asleep too deeply...
Because maybe he would still miss the moment he appeared.

Minho came from the cave just as he was. Dirty and smelly again...
This time, he didn't even squeeze the sleeping body.

He pulled his thin leg to the edge of the carved bed and immediately entered his guest's virgin ass.

He clamped a charred hand over his mouth and simply growled in his ear.

"If you don't want to hear the poetry again, then be quiet..." Minho pushed his hard cock all the way in and felt wet teeth clamp down on his fingers. And hot tears on his massive palm.

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For the first few seconds, Hyunjin didn't even know what was happening to him.
Only the excruciating pain and the nasty voice in his ear allowed him to grasp that he was experiencing his first time.
He smelled smoke, burning... dirt... so heavy that it had almost taken on a tangible form.
And pain...
A terrible, tearing pain from the inside. Inside... where the purple aggressor's fingers had recently revealed previously unknown pleasures to him. And now it wasn't as pleasant as then.
Although...
Hyunjin buried his head in the pillows and tried to calm himself.
It still hurt; he remembered perfectly well how big Minho had been.
He felt dizzy, and he felt his consciousness slipping into a distant nothingness...

But before he lost consciousness, he felt... so good...
Great pleasure washed over him, his penis began to throb, and pearly semen dripped down his leg.

And he fainted...

Minho just smiled. He grabbed the long blond hair in his fist and pulled the unconscious boy higher. He practically laid him on his broad chest, his strong legs having no problem supporting the slight weight.

His head rested against the massive neck, gently tickling it with thin strands.

"Little bitch," he muttered and continued fucking him. As punishment... for letting him watch that clumsy Jeongin steal his kiss. Minho snorted. And he probably recited a sappy poem beforehand.

But Hyunjin pushed him away... he didn't want him...
Good.
Apparently, he's not as gentle as he pretends. He likes it rough.
And if he doesn't like it... he'll like it...

Minho wasn't about to ask him about his preferences. He never did. With anyone...

When he finished, he simply tossed the half-dead body onto the edge of the bed and watched as dark red blood, occasionally mixed with his semen, poured from the ripped ass.
He liked the sight.
Blood always calmed him, gave him comfort...

Hyunjin slightly rolled to the side and collapsed onto the carpet, scratching his cheek.
But Minho didn't care. He left as if nothing had happened and went to his place, stopping by the kitchen, where he grabbed a slice of meat. He was always hungry after sex...

"Your Master is sleeping..." He turned his head toward Jisung and Felix, who were bustling around nearby.

***

Jisung immediately ran upstairs. He hadn't trusted Minho since he'd first seen him. He'd felt too much negativity from him. He was pure evil, he reeked of death.
The wizard had lost much of his magic, so it was hard to see him as the Taurus, but his logic was screaming.
Felix remained silent about him. He felt. He knew.

But he was afraid to tell anyone. Because he was sure they would punish him...

"Hyunjin!" Jisung knelt beside the brutally desecrated body. Hyunjin didn't move, breathing shallowly. The shirt falling over his ass was already soaked in blood and other secretions. "What's he—" The grass-haired man appeared in the doorway.

"He liked it." Felix had huge eyes and extremely dilated pupils. He spoke quietly but very clearly.

"What are you talking about?" The magician thought his forest friend had lost his mind.

He stepped closer and rolled the extraordinary man onto his back.

Hyunjin was covered in semen, and his lips were twisted in a strange smile.

"If he didn't like it, he wouldn't have come..." he said curtly. He scooped some of the silvery cum from his stomach and lubricated his wounded anus. "It'll heal him... but... we have a problem..."

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With great difficulty, they pulled Hyunjin onto the bed. He was still breathing shallowly, but his internal wounds seemed to be healing, just like Felix had said.

"There's no way he could have liked this... Minho is the worst scum in the world. He's like an animal without limits..." Jisung still couldn't understand...

"Minho?" The first words that left his fluffy lips... he was talking to him... he wanted him to be there.

"He's gone... Hyunjin..." The magician felt sorry for the lost boy. But he felt he should call him to order at that moment. "It's not up to me to judge, but... how could you let him? You almost bled to death if it weren't for Felix..." He looked at his bruised body, at his torn cheek, which was slowly turning red.

"He..." Hyunjin blushed fiery red. "He didn't ask... he took what he wanted." His lips involuntarily curled up again. Jisung couldn't believe it... it was the first time he'd ever spoken to such a madman.

Felix tugged on the magician's sleeve and they left. There was no point in continuing this. Hyunjin was in some distant world where logic didn't exist...

***

Minho settled into his cave, fell to the ground, and chewed a bloody slice of meat. As he finished, he noticed a strand of hair stuck to his fingers. A faint lilac glint suddenly provoked him to stand. He had hidden several spoils of war in the depths of the cave, like his massive jewelry and the swords he'd taken from his opponent.

He also hid a hair from the mane of the last unicorn there, which had vanished before his eyes.

He growled to himself...
They were identical...

So his hunch was right. This boy was different. Strange.
He had magic, an ancient magic that only unicorns possessed.

He found him... possessed him... just as he wanted...

He put down the remains of the meat and stood at the cave's threshold, gazing at the churning waves, only occasionally revealing those wild manes.

"Gotcha"...

***

Prince Jeongin had been hovering outside the door of the beautiful guest's chamber all afternoon. He wanted to apologize for his reprehensible behavior, perhaps suggest another walk where he wouldn't let his emotions get the better of him. Even though it was so damn difficult with him.
Hyunjin, by doing nothing, was provoking so much...

He seemed absent at dinner, constantly glancing at the empty seat at the table. Because Minho hadn't shown up...
Jeongin looked at his scratched cheek with concern. He wanted to ask what had happened to him, but Hyunjin was remarkably ignoring him today.
He kept looking towards the door and nervously bit his lip. He hadn't eaten much...

"Is something bothering you?" By the very end of the meal, even the King was slightly concerned by his indifference.

"I don't feel well..." Hwang stood up and wanted to leave his hosts, but surprisingly... the shy prince gathered himself and offered to escort him to his place.

It was hard to refuse him face to face.

"I'm sorry about that..." Jeongin, standing outside the chamber, nervously squeezed his wet hands. He wanted to touch him again, hug him, kiss him... he had the feeling he needed tenderness so much...
"He was so gentle..."

"I'm tired..." Hyunjin had absolutely no desire to talk to him. He was too soft, too gentle, and cloying. And there wasn't enough fire in his eyes when he spoke to him.

"Tomorrow? I'll show you the area... you'll see... you'll love this place, you'll like it. I hope... not just the kingdom." He lowered his gaze, stopping his hand mid-motion and resting it on the stone wall after a moment.

"Goodnight..." Hyunjin slipped gracefully out of the awkward situation and disappeared into the room without a reply.

He collapsed onto the bed, thinking only of a dirty hand tugging at his leg again... his hair... his heart and soul... he craved excitement.

But Minho didn't come...
Not today, not tomorrow...
Not for another week...

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"Hyunjin, get over it!" Jisung couldn't take it anymore and punched him in the face. Another day when the human wreck didn't even want to leave the bed. He lay there like a log, staring at the ceiling with fading eyes. "It's unreal! He's gone mad!" The wizard himself was on the verge of exploding. "No one falls in love with someone like that so quickly!" After slapping his beautiful cheek, he now decided to damage the wall. "And where is he now? Your Minho? He fucked him and left... he left you!" Hyunjin howled. He moaned like a slaughtered animal, salty peas running down his cheeks.

"Let him go." Felix stood behind Han and lightly stroked his left shoulder. "It's not his fault... he's just destined for him... like the rest..." he said, falling silent. And Jisung already knew.

"It's him, isn't it?" He narrowed his eyes... and his green hair fell over his forehead as he nodded.

"Minho?" The blond asked again, and the resigned wizard just groaned.

"He seems to be forgetting who he is... he needs to be restored to his former self; he's too soft now. As a Unicorn, he wanted to fight, to free the rest. Now he just moans like a thirsty whore..." He nodded disapprovingly and left... The forest elf, possessing more magical empathy, sat down next to the thirsty body and brushed a strand of hair away from the boy's face.

"He'll hurt you... but I understand..." Hyunjin looked at him with a broken gaze. "You can't cheat fate... but maybe you should occupy your mind with something else? Prince Jeongin asks about you every day. He's very nice..." The nice guy was the last thing on Hyunjin's mind at that moment. His dirty, restless thoughts revolved only around the beautiful boy who was doing nasty things to him. The memory made him seethe...
"Come down for dinner tonight... start spending time with us, maybe it'll help you... and if not..." The elf lowered his sad eyes...

"If not? Then what?" Hyunjin finally appreciated the conversation. "I need him... I... miss him..."

"Something like that?" Felix stood up and gave him one last, pained look.

***

Jisung promised himself he would regain his magic and reverse the spell that had turned the Unicorn into a reckless human. He found several interesting books in the king's library that offered some hope of restoring his power. At least for that last spell. He couldn't believe it, this previously brave creature had given up so easily, had begun to feel so intensely, had become so suddenly attached to this heartless monster. To the Bull...

Jisung could feel him at night... his bedroom was adjacent to the cave where that devil's spawn lived. He could hear what he was doing to the unicorns, how they cried and screamed. He couldn't even imagine Hyunjin would like it.

He pored over magic books and practiced furiously, just to be able to reverse the spell cast on the last Unicorn. He was angry with himself for making him such a vulnerable creature.

***

"I'm glad you're here..." Hyunjin came down for dinner after almost two weeks. It wasn't as lavish as at first, but... the prince's sincere eyes greeted him with joy, and even the king seemed pleased that they would have such an extraordinary guest for dinner again.

He ate little, but it was true, the company helped him forget about...

"Where's your brother?" After a rather long night walk, he couldn't resist and asked Jeongin about Minho's fate. He didn't want to... but he did...

"At home..." the prince sighed, disappointed... his hopes were definitely revived today... "Wait until morning... I'll show you where Minho sleeps."

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Jeongin felt truly awkward when he heard the question about Minho. It was always him... the disgusting bastard who had ruined his life the moment he entered it. His father loved him...
Even his mother...
She liked him too, in her own way. She always said he needed affection. And he never wanted it...

He was always unavailable and unfeeling. The little bastard...
He destroyed everything... and drove his beloved mother to her grave.

However, he saw an opportunity in the boy's question. He wanted to show Hyunjin what Minho really looked like, who he was...
What he was like...
He was sure everyone had heard of the Purple Bull. About his crimes and his brutality. Hyunjin should learn that the beast also had a human form, one that was just as cruel. If not worse...

"Will you show me?" Hyunjin couldn't contain his excitement. A chance to see Minho get up, dragging his dirty body from the bed, made him shiver with excitement.

The prince, in turn, sneered and nodded.

"We have to wait until morning... he always wakes up at dawn... we have to be on time..." he muttered to himself, but when Hyunjin couldn't see, he smiled to himself.

He was sure that after what he saw, he would never ask about the weirdo with purple hair again.

***

After dinner, Jisung watched Hyunjin and the smitten prince jumping beside him. He actually liked his affection. There was a certain sincerity in it, and a lack of that animalistic hunger he'd noticed in Minho. But since he already knew who the boy was, it was no wonder...

He spent a considerable amount of time poring over the books. He worked up a good sweat, but unfortunately... he didn't feel any improvement in his magical status.

Besides the cheap tricks he used to entertain the king, he had nothing else to boast about at the moment. His power had died and wasn't about to be resurrected.

"Give yourself time..." Felix could see how disappointed the magician was in himself. "It was great magic... it will take time to return..." He was definitely able to comfort. His low voice was soothing, and the greenish glow gave a pleasant sense of security.

"By then, Hyunjin will die in the hands of that monster..."

"It's possible..." The elf wasn't about to disabuse him. Minho had enough strength to break the frail neck. In a few seconds..." "What will be will be..." he said sadly, continuing to watch the failed attempts to awaken true magic.

***

Hyunjin nervously looked out at the sea. It was exceptionally restless today. As if millions of beings were weeping within him over their fate.
His memories of being a Unicorn had vanished so quickly. He'd practically forgotten what it was like to have hooves instead of feet... he couldn't remember any face other than this... now he loved his lips, the thin face of a porcelain doll. That long, blond hair.
And those eyes that never reflected anything. Sometimes... he just saw the forest in them... but he couldn't remember that he came from it; it felt like he'd been here forever.
As if the meaning of his life had always been waiting for the purple boy...

Strange...

"Come..." The prince looked up at the sky, which was changing shades almost imperceptibly.
Hyunjin was so excited that he even let him take his hand. They walked through stone corridors lit by olive oil lamps. The path itself, so exciting, was incredibly uncomfortable. The tunnels were stuffy and smelled of burning and rotting flesh.

"There's your Minho..." Jeongin pointed at the irregular purple shape. The mountain of muscle, twitching in irregular spasms, was transforming into a human. The sharp horns, hooves, and wide, ugly head disappeared.
The man who collapsed to the floor was panting heavily, the ends of his hair smoking, and he was growling like an animal.

"Impossible..." Hyunjin was lost for words. While Jeongin was certain the boy wasn't speaking because he was utterly terrified, Hwang himself felt his excitement spiraling out of control.
He wanted to run over and kiss the tortured body. Put out its fire and ignite his own.
Only now did he realize how much he'd missed him...

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Minho was highly resistant to pain. As a child, he bravely endured the harsh frosts, the summers that melted skin and bones...
He was often beaten and tossed around. He had always been a stranger, so no one ever cared about his needs or comfort.

In war, he fought until he fainted... even deeply wounded, he could walk several kilometers to get home.
Minho was tough and never allowed himself to be weak.
Even when he was dying... he didn't cry, enduring everything bravely and with dignity.

It wasn't until his first transformation into a Bull that he realized what pain could be...
Bones breaking and healing at completely different angles, sharp horns protruding from beneath his skin... Each transformation caused him incredible pain, which continued to radiate for several minutes afterward.
That's why he always tried to be alone, so that no one would ever witness a moment of weakness in him.

Today, however, he felt someone watching him... he couldn't look, but he was sure he was reverting to his human form under the watchful gaze of prying eyes.
Fighting back the burning pain, he turned his head to the side and saw the phlegmatic prince and the Last Unicorn in his frail, human form...
He had deliberately avoided him long enough for the boy to miss him, but he had a slightly different plan for their reunion.
Now he wasn't sure what might happen or how he would react to seeing him in his second skin.

Hyunjin stared with crystalline eyes, and hungry saliva flowed down his lips. He didn't look scared, nor did he seem disgusted by the fact that Minho was the Purple Bull. In fact, he couldn't even remember why he should be afraid of him anymore. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he had a vague projection of their fight. But the memories were so vague that he didn't even believe they were real. He didn't trust himself...
Did he really survive this...

Lost in his own head, he only came to when a strong body ran past him and threw itself at the man behind him.

Minho threw his stepbrother to the ground and began punching him blindly. Blood painted abstract images on the stone floor, and the poor man couldn't even scream as sharp blows rained down on his face.

When he fainted, his tormentor stood up and kicked him around the ribs a dozen more times.

Hyunjin flinched at the sight of so much blood, at the sight of the body that had suddenly stopped moving.
And Minho approached him as if nothing had happened, grabbed his well-groomed hair with his dirty paw, and pulled him to his mouth.
He bit his lip painfully; he still needed to vent his negative emotions.

Hyunjin didn't question or deny the actions he'd been subjected to. He didn't notice when his light robe was torn and he fell onto the stones, tearing the skin on his back.

"At least kiss me." He felt he was about to feel pain and pleasure again. He missed his brutal lover, but he had to ask for a moment of attention.
Minho laughed raucously...
He hovered over the eager lips and was already... almost at his own.

Hyunjin's heart and breath caught. He narrowed his eyes slightly and waited for that magical moment.

He suddenly felt a large cock forcefully thrust into his throat.

Minho grabbed the back of his head and pressed hard. The boy beneath him didn't even have time to draw a breath; saliva and his large penis clogged his throat, causing a rather rapid high.

"Kiss..." Minho had no intention of choking him with his own seed. At least not now... he came on his face and rolled him over with his leg to give him the maximum amount of care.

He was still angry...
That someone had seen him...

He headed for breakfast, greeted by the not-so-friendly stares of the magician and the green creature.

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"Are you okay?" The prince woke up after less than an hour, and the only thing he could think of was Huynjin lying nearby. "Forgive me..." He checked if he was alright, if the young man was hurt. But he only had a slightly damp face and tearful eyes. "I shouldn't have brought you here. He's a monster..." He knelt down next to him and covered himself with the remains of a tattered cloth...

Hyunjin just nodded, allowed himself to be lifted and led to his chamber.
This time, he took the prince's words to heart and spent the entire day in deep thought.
Only as a human did he appreciate the fact that one could revisit scenes from the past and perhaps... draw conclusions from them.

Reviewing all this hurt deeply, wrenching his heart, bringing a flood of tears to his increasingly dull eyes. Hyunjin was tossed and turned in chaotic spasms, his body unable to keep up with what his mind was projecting. He felt terrible. Alone, torn to pieces, abandoned in the darkest moments of his existence.

He couldn't sleep, he didn't feel hungry.
He felt strange having so many different thoughts running through his head.
He had never experienced this before. He couldn't remember any thought or memory shaking him so much and forcing him into such intense contemplation.

Jeongin, not necessarily alive, didn't come down for dinner either. The wounds were deep and required a long recovery. The village herbalist just looked doubtfully at the purple bruises and the jagged edges of his body.

The remaining subjects never understood why the king had ordered this boy revived and allowed him to do all this.

Out of fear?

Out of love?

Out of longing for the perfect child?

The old man looked at the prince, who was still bleeding and barely moving on the bed.

"Sir, you must take care of yourself..." He finished wrapping the broken ribs, his eyes expressing only sympathy. "Was Master Minho upset?" - that was clear, but he suddenly ran out of other topics to talk about.
"Master Minho..." Jeongin groaned and rolled onto his side, unable to bear the uncomfortable position any longer. "Son of a bitch... if he died like that." Everyone in the room knew perfectly well that it wasn't possible, but the few seconds devoted to this impossible dream were incredibly pleasant for both men.

"Our guest is in the next room. He also had the dubious pleasure of meeting Minho. There are no bruises, but maybe... maybe that bastard hurt him differently..." The herbalist just nodded.

"I'll check on him... but if he got here on his own, I think he was spared. I don't know anyone who survived an encounter with Master Minho without visible marks."

"Or maybe..." Jeongin didn't even want to think that his lousy so-called brother was trying to get his rude dick wet in a creature as delicate as Hyunjin.

"No... believe me, Lord..." the old man fell into thought... "I have three daughters... I know perfectly well how brutal the king's favorite can be."

Jeongin had no words left to respond. He knew full well what was happening in the village, how often funerals were held for young girls and boys. Minho and his unbridled lust, mixed with inhuman barbarity, were behind it all.

"Go to him..."

Hyunjin was surprised to see an unfamiliar, life-worn man standing over him. Kind eyes studied him intently, lips whispered to each other, and a gnarled hand touched the delicate lines of his ribs.
"Nothing's wrong with you. The body was spared." The old man breathed a sigh of relief and smiled toothlessly as he left. "Be careful, he'll bring you bad luck."

Hyunjin closed his eyes. He sighed deeply. Maybe everyone around him was right. Maybe it's time to forget about the purple adventurer? The quiet life seemed boring, but still... free...

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The king was angry...

"I told you! You can't raise a hand against your brother! You were supposed to be my successor! Minho! As someone who returned from the afterlife, you can't become king... Jeongin is my only heir... He must live!" Seungmin thundered above his bowed purple head. The adoptive son knew full well that he had crossed the only boundary the king had set for him.

"I got carried away..." He wanted to leave and enjoy himself in the village, but he realized the exit door was locked. "Father..." He glanced uncertainly toward the exit, slowly realizing what was about to happen.
Punishment...

Quashing Minho wasn't easy. A being without a destined world wasn't susceptible to human forms of violence. Standard corporal punishment didn't faze him...

But the king possessed something that effectively suppressed the boy's sick desires.
The wizard who brought Minho back from the afterlife left him remnants of hell ash, which could temporarily numb him. There wasn't much of it left, as his beginnings as a Taurus were incredibly turbulent; the devastated king had used a considerable amount of magical powder. Later, the boy learned to relax in the village, and when he brought unicorns to the sea, he had his own private playground there.
Before Hyunjin appeared, Minho had been rather polite. By his standards... composed...

The king slowly approached his son, who was already aware of what was about to happen. He pulled a hand full of hell dust from behind his back and blew it directly into his pale face.
Minho fell as if dead, and servants suddenly emerged from behind the king's throne, smiling uncontrollably, chaining him and dragging him to his cave. It was nice to see the bastard who had been terrorizing the village forever looking like he was finally dead...
Knowing they had little time, the peasants scurried as quickly as they could to immobilize their worst enemy. They deeply hoped the king would keep him locked up a little longer this time, granting the entire village a few days of relative peace.

It had been a long time since he had punished the purple degenerate...

Thick, strong chains, fastened to the rocks in the cave, were fastened around his arms and legs. A thick collar was fastened around his wide neck, and a double leather belt around his stomach.

They were just leaving the cave when Minho suddenly opened his hideous eyes and bit through one of his subjects' throat. As usual, he took everyone by surprise, attacking suddenly and with incredible speed.
The unlucky peasant fell at his feet, losing blood and life at an alarming rate. The rest fled in utter panic, and the brute seized the opportunity to eat a late breakfast. He knew full well that the next few days might be rough... Father was really angry today...

***

- The village is celebrating... - Jeongin, after a few days of treatment, has regained most of his strength. - Perhaps you'd like to go? - Since Minho was imprisoned, Hyunjin had somehow become more willing to spend time with the sensitive prince. They strolled through the castle, through the adjacent gardens, which Felix had given a slightly more spectacular look. The flowers bloomed at lightning speed, the grass grew noticeably thicker. The first birds and butterflies flew down... insects buzzed from the flower heads. It was... quite romantic...

Both for the prince, head over heels in love, and for the wizard, who increasingly spent evenings in the company of the green-haired creature, who provided considerable support. Magic slowly returned to his frozen fingers, offering shreds of hope that he would soon lift his powerful spell from the foolish Hyunjin.

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Hyunjin loved the happy and peaceful village. The people there, so grateful when Minho was gone...
They welcomed them with true hospitality; a large bonfire burned all night, its magic drawing people closer together.

Sweet mead and other beverages swirled around all the revelers, getting them more drunk with each passing minute, painting crimson marks on their cheeks.

"To King Seungmin and Prince Jeongin!" someone shouted from the far side of the burning haystack, and the full goblets flew to their lips again. For the first time, Hyunjin got so drunk that Jeongin couldn't drag him back to the castle.
The boy laughed, staggered, and finally fell into a flowery meadow and lay on his back, staring blankly at the sky.

There are no worries there...

"Come on, Hyunjin..." Felix tugged on one hand, Jeongin on the other, and the prince watched as his blond hair flew across his face, enclosing his purple eyes, drowning in the moonlight, in a beautiful gateway.

He grabbed him by the waist and hugged him. Hyunjin smelled of wine, herbs, and burning resin. These warm aromas didn't suit him at all; he himself was rather cold and indifferent. Little moved him, as if he'd seen and experienced everything. As if he'd lived more than once...

"People love you," the words, laced with drunken hiccups, were kind. Jeongin gripped him tighter as he felt his thin legs quiver and almost hit the ground again. "You're good... gentle..." He staggered further and further, then unceremoniously fell into the arms of the man in front of him.

"They loved my mother..." The prince slung Hyunjin's arm over his shoulder and walked faster towards the castle.

From that moment on, the atmosphere became awkward.

Felix and Jisung walked a dozen or so steps behind them, enjoying their own company rather than theirs.
When it was almost dawn, they entered the gloomy castle. The prince took charge of Hyunjin, who was having considerable difficulty finding his feet on the uneven stone steps.
It took them quite a while to reach the adjacent chambers.

"Sleep..." Jeongin pushed open the heavy door, and they both rushed inside with wide, careless strides.
Hyunjin lost his balance and pulled his composed guide towards him.
His drunken eyes, those wet lips... Jeongin immediately jumped to his feet... he didn't want to come across as an uncouth brute again.

"Don't you want me?" Hyunjin muttered to himself, or to him. It was hard to tell from his facial expression whether he could be taken seriously...
The prince, however, decided to answer the question.

"How can anyone not want you?" He knelt between his legs, his hands resting on either side of his handsome face. "You seduce with just your eyes... you're... beautiful..." He leaned down shyly and brushed his tongue across his luscious lips. Hyunjin allowed him to continue, feeling the gentle licks slowly unleashing good feelings within him.

Gently was good...
When the other man led with restraint, when he showed respect...

Jeongin was holding on with every ounce of strength he had left not to go all the way, not to take this delicate boy now.
He almost... almost... reached for the buttons of his linen shirt, but at the last moment he stopped himself.

He didn't want to be treated like this against his will, like a boor... he didn't deserve this.
No one did...

***

This morning was kind to Minho.

One of the links of the chain on his arm had loosened during his final transformation into the Bull.

A few hard tugs, then a struggle with the collar and belt around his stomach, which had cut right down to the muscles and were already starting to look as if they had fused with his body... and he was free.

Hungry, furious, and on the verge of madness, he burst into the kitchen, attacking the supplies of raw meat...
The servants watched in horror as he cracked massive bones with his teeth, tore muscle fibers, covered himself in blood, and snarled like an animal when he finished eating.

Then he dropped everything and rushed upstairs in the castle, where the longed-for dessert awaited...

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Minho was hungry...
Thirsty...
Not necessarily for food or water...

That time when he was incapacitated... terrible, so long, and so exhausting, both physically and mentally. The unicorns, seeing his helplessness, mocked him even from afar; several of them dared to leave the sea and brazenly parade before him, a hint of a smile on their pale faces.
He remembered the scent of each of them well, and knew well that once he was free from these humiliating bonds, he would punish them in his usual style.

For this moment, however, he needed something else. He missed the scent of the last one... the one who had first given in, who had wanted...
He begged for kisses...
So in love...

Minho picked up the pace. His injured legs leaped up the stairs at breakneck speed, his ankles cracking dangerously, his knees nearly giving out.
For reasons he couldn't understand, he wanted to see him now.

Sleeping Hyunjin, smelling so special and unique...

Entering his bedroom, however, he didn't find the helpless boy, overcome by sleep. Today, the room stank of wine and honey, the blond man lay on the ground and didn't even react to the loud bang of the door. He was drunk...
But so thoroughly that even Minho grunted with a hint of admiration. He hadn't thought Hyunjin would get so frisky in his absence... And completely without his help.
He stood over him and observed his crumpled body... hair completely disheveled, arms and legs splayed out like a marionette's. But he always slept like that...
His face was slightly sweaty, dusted with the night wind and soot from the fire. And lips...
More juicy than normal... irritated and still pulsing with warmth...
Minho felt his insides boiling again. He'd just asked for a kiss... but he'd been gone for a few days, and the little slut had found someone who clearly fulfilled his childish wishes.
He knew exactly who that someone might be. Jeongin hadn't been able to hide his interest in the boy since he'd entered the castle walls. He'd brightened up then, becoming more talkative. Like he used to, when his mother was still alive...

It would be good to wipe that smile off his face...

But not today...

Minho, somewhat against his will, left the room and headed for his cave on his aching legs.

Passing past the servants' quarters, he heard an unusual chuckle and unmistakable groans.
He smiled slightly to himself.
Without even looking inside, he knew exactly what they were doing there.

The Wood Elf did his best to free the stressed-out wizard from his shy shell. Both the deeply hidden needs of the body and the immense magic slowly emerged from the farthest recesses of the shy Jisung...
"Are you sure?" Han looked between his thighs, which were pleasantly tickled by the grassy hair. Felix kissed him gently, kneading the skin around his navel with his tiny fingers, and timidly sticking out his tongue to touch the head of his penis.
He simply nodded and sucked his lips around the glans. He immediately moved down the shaft and began to move his head steadily.

Jisung squealed, moaned, and tugged on the light green strands... a jolt of electricity shot through his fingers, his spine jolted, and he ejaculated rudely into the Forest creature's mouth.
Exhausted by his unexpected orgasm, he curled up on the bed, still stroking the pleasurable face... he felt something again...

"My magic is returning..." He looked at his fingers, rubbing his fingertips once more to feel the pleasant warmth... "Just a little more and I'll restore Hyunjin to his former self." He will remember why he is here, we will help him defeat the Bull and free all the Unicorns...

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The last thing you'd expect from Minho was patience. He was a brawler and a savage, never waiting, always acting in haste without calculation or weighing the gains and losses.

But when he saw Hyunjin's kissed lips, he felt that maybe sometimes it was worth the wait. They say revenge is a dish best served cold.

He spent the day in his cave tending to his wounds, resting a lot, trying not to explode again. There were so many emotions in his body...
His head couldn't understand why he wasn't waiting...
How could Jeongin's clumsy actions appeal to him... didn't he see they were completely out of sync?

Minho slammed his fist against a rock by the sea. He saw several unicorns look in his direction with terrified eyes. He spotted the ones that had mocked him while he was trapped. He gave them an icy glare that told them they shouldn't even approach the water's edge.
His father visited him right after breakfast and apologized at length, tearfully. He begged Minho never to hurt his brother again.

Physically...
He didn't mention his mental state or his fragile self-esteem.

Just before dinner, Minho dressed appropriately for the occasion; he knew a feast would be prepared to help him regain his strength. That's how it was always done...
He arrived first, before the table was fully set, while the servants bustled about, rushing to get everything ready on time.

He sat down so he could see everyone entering the dining room. Naturally, he was curious about the current mood.

He already knew about the Elf, who was probably having sex with a magician... but he was more interested in another couple.

His father arrived shortly after, complimented him on his impeccable appearance, apologized again, and immediately poured his beloved mead. Minho drank glass after glass, his shining eyes staring at the door with increasing intensity.

"Free already?" Jeongin brazenly pulled Hyunjin, who was standing next to him, towards him. He looked defiantly at Minho, who looked rather indifferent.

The entire dinner, despite the solemn tone, was quite tense. The atmosphere, thick as tar, settled over everyone, but they finished eating shortly before dusk.
Minho apologized to everyone and disappeared into his own room, awaiting another transformation and the punishment of his disobedient prisoners.

Jeongin saw the purple boy only glance at him and Hyunjin clinging to his side. Minho had given up, had given in. He understood his place... And Hyunjin was clearly avoiding his gaze...

Many things had changed today.
For the first time, Hyunjin allowed the prince to invite him over. He allowed him to kiss and touch him, even though he didn't enjoy it at all. But it was the sensible thing to do, after all, that was what prudent people did...

"You're wonderful," Jeongin whispered in his ear, kneading his nipples and sunken belly. Tempted by such obvious submission, he even began to timidly reach for his ass. Hwang somehow escaped him and found temporary shelter on the balcony.
The prince, like the king, had a view of the part of the sea that directly connected to the Purple Bull's cave.

Hyunjin froze...

For the first time, he not only heard but also saw what he was doing to his brothers, whom he had practically forgotten about.
His eyes widened with immense excitement as he watched the muscular, livid animal crush the frail unicorns one by one and fuck them in an uncontrollable frenzy.

"He's a monster..." Jeongin suddenly appeared behind him, wanting to distract the delicate creature from this utterly brutal spectacle. And Hyunjin, instead of obeying and leaving, pulled the surprised prince closer and started to initiate something he had interrupted some time ago...

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The bull had seen the sappy scene on the prince's balcony. Hyunjin had gone crazy watching him fuck all those unicorns. Even from this distance, he could see his plump lips dripping with saliva.

He laughed to himself...

He looked straight into Hyunjin's wide eyes, fucking him with his gaze alone.

The prince, on the other hand, was blind and completely oblivious. He was delighted that the blond was allowing him to get closer and closer.

He gently pulled him into the chamber and timidly laid him on the bed.

Hyunjin, still staring at the arousing sight before his eyes, initially tried to surrender to the moment. A mixture of apparent prudence and natural instinct yielded rather unexpected results. He wanted and didn't want. His head said one thing, his body craved another.
"You're wonderful." Jeongin began unbuttoning his shirt, which he spread to the sides, reveling in the sight of his bony chest adorned with tiny, dark nipples. He admired that extraordinary body, trying not to give in completely to his body's needs, but it was impossible to ignore Hyunjin.

The encounter wasn't thrilling. An average cock, an average man, despite the prince... movements so slow and clumsy that at times Hyunjin wanted to fuck him himself. Of course, he saw that Jeongin was trying his best, that he was touching, kissing him with passion...

But that wasn't what Hyunjin wanted... Minho had shown him what real fucking could be like... between two wild animals... and nothing else could replace it.

Cuddled together, they fell asleep shortly before dawn. Hyunjin endured his lack of fulfillment hard, though he must have been faking it well, because the future monarch didn't realize he hadn't come.
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Minho only made sure Hyunjin's room was empty in the morning. What he'd seen on the balcony that night only confirmed that the transformed unicorn had allowed the foolish prince to snuggle up to his gut.
Minho was certain he definitely hadn't come with that warm cunt. Jeongin had probably ejaculated after the first line of the poem, between the soft kiss and the insertion of his cock head into the blond boy's ass...

He left the night lovers to their own devices and headed for the village, which seemed to have had too much peace lately.
As he suspected, people began to flee when they saw him, the smiles that had only recently graced their faces... fading again. The purple boy had once again brought death, tears, and suffering.
The unsatisfied bastard had taken the lives of several people that day, including the herbalist who had so much helped Jeongin get back on his feet after their last encounter. He raped his now orphaned daughters again and left them to fend for themselves the night alone in a forest full of wolves.
Satisfied, he returned to the castle early in the afternoon and found the owner of the most wonderful scent in the world in his cave...
Hyunjin stood shyly against the rock wall, watching the pale manes of unicorns occasionally emerge from the sea.
Minho even now considered pushing him into the water with them and fishing him out whenever he felt the urge.

Now, in fact, he felt...

"Why did you come here?" He began circling him, sniffing everywhere. Hwang had already washed off the poetic aromas... he didn't want to smell him...

"I don't know..." Hyunjin was only now starting to think about it more seriously. Right after waking up, he felt an overwhelming urge to come here... he washed his entire body and almost ran into the empty caves. And honestly, he was disappointed that Minho wasn't there.
"You don't know... interesting..." The sharp scent of human terror and hellfire drifted into Hyunjin's nose. The arousing aroma Minho exuded stirred his senses and desires. "Tell you a poem?" he mocked. "Maybe kiss you? Hug you?" He tugged hard on his arms and leaned them against the rock wall. The thin skin on his back cracked, causing the first flush of inner fire. "Or maybe..." He grabbed both of his hands tightly and brought his hips so close that you could feel the spiderweb of veins on his cock. "Or maybe to me? To make you feel good? No kissing... that's overrated... only people do that... and we..." He pressed against him more, the material of his light pants barely holding up to this aggressive attack. "We like it different, don't we?" - Hyunjin barely recovered when he was freed from his clothes, when Minho bit his modest nipple and sucked the blood oozing from it, in the meantime impaling him on himself and fucking him thoroughly, rubbing his back against the stones.

"You don't need kisses." Just before the young man finished, Minho brought his filthy mouth closer than ever before. He lightly touched the boy's raging cock. He felt it twitch, feeling that glistening lubrication spilling onto his fingers. He licked them lovingly. It was the first time his eyes almost narrowed with pleasure. He stuffed the last of it into Hyunjin's mouth, who sucked it all in like a highly trained creature. He thrust a few more times and came himself, locking their hazy gaze for several precious seconds, which would now be their sweet secret...

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The moment was precious, like a lost treasure that people had only heard of and no one had ever seen.
Minho stood, staring, their shared gaze melting into one.
He was breathing heavily, his strong body swaying slightly from the overload of emotion and physical exhaustion. From happiness?

"Do you know why you're here yet?" He was close again. So close that Hyunjin could only see one of his dark eyes instead of two. Their sweaty foreheads stuck together as if smeared with sticky syrup. The gray-haired man was silent...
He was savoring this time, where he was finally getting some attention, before and after...
Where Minho, as if, was trying. Even though he hadn't really done anything special, he was still himself, a disgusting, heartless monster...
But he didn't notice...

"For you..." Hyunjin moaned lewdly into his mouth...

"You didn't swim like that for him, did you?" Minho began to knead his ass and continued to move lazily inside him, never breaking his rude gaze. The left side of his mouth, still stained with blood, rose slightly, and his voice took on an almost sweet tone.

Hyunjin only denied it, feeling too hot again, his senses going wild, and his ass craving more. "And what were you like?" He grabbed his chin firmly, burying his skull in the rocks again. Now he was asking in all seriousness; he stopped smiling, his lips pressing together in a thin, soulless line.

The boy in front of him, however, couldn't answer. He felt uncomfortable with the fact that Minho knew.

But he clearly liked it. He wanted to know...

"Whispered poems in your ear?" "He didn't want to wait, he started telling what he thought had happened..." "He probably touched... kissed... he was gentle, right?" Hyunjin felt his cheeks burn, his heart speed up with embarrassment and shame. Because yes, he was ashamed of what he'd allowed the prince to do that night. "And he probably entered you slowly..." Minho added his index finger to the ass, which still held his cock. "Just with the tip..." he pushed further, tearing the already torn anal passage harder... "Did he fuck you like that? Did he go deeper?" he soaked the finger up to his ankles, and Hyunjin jerked in pain, twisting his bruised back in an unnatural shape. Minho began to thrust alternately, with his finger and his cock. With his eyes too... looking into his own brought him pleasure, gave him a sense of control.

Like the rest of the unicorns... But Hyunjin already possessed that human element, which made the emotions within him slowly read in his eyes. He was no longer as self-righteous as those magnificent horses; he felt so much and so intensely... the beloved Lilac Forest vanished from his eyes, and a purple monster slowly crept in.

It was like an infection, like a terrible disease that was gradually destroying his body. The feeling was extreme, pleasurable in its own masochistic way...

At that moment, Hyunjin desperately wanted to succumb to this illness, wanted to burn with fever, vomit blood, and cough through a dry throat. He wanted to feel the twisting of his empty intestines, the ache in his body and heart.
He prayed silently that a cure for this disease didn't exist...

Minho saw what was happening to him, how the slightest dose of attention had affected him and completely numb him.
Hyunjin was his. There was no denying that anymore...

It happened.

"He can't know about us..." he whispered tenderly into her pale ear. Hyunjin nodded. Minho was right. No one should know. It was an exclusive feeling. Only for them.

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Jeongin couldn't find Hyunjin until dinner. He asked around the kitchen, searched on the beach, even wandered into the village, where he once again found terrified people staring at him reproachfully. As if he alone could do anything about the beast that dwelt in the caves of their castle.
He tried to listen to his subjects, answer their questions about when they would finally be able to live in relative peace...
But there was no perfect solution...

When he arrived at dinner, Hyunjin was already there. Minho too. The hated, purple family member was sipping from a goblet of wine and staring dispassionately at the worn platters of food.
Hyunjin perked up slightly at the sight of him, and the longing fool eased him back into his chair with a kiss on the forehead.
He didn't see Minho laughing wickedly to himself at that moment.

"Where were you?" He sat down next to him, grabbed his thin knee, and immediately asked. Hyunjin flinched slightly and began to explain incoherently.

"I had to think... it's not that..." the prince immediately interrupted him. He felt foolish for tormenting him like that. Overall, he suddenly felt bad that he'd fallen asleep after everything. He should have been watching over him, should have offered support and care. Hyunjin was so fragile, he crumbled in his hands like a sweet cookie.
That's how he was.

Sweet...
Delicate...
Customicking all the senses...

"Forgive me... I behaved unworthily." He was already apologizing with his eyes and gentle gestures.

The king's sudden appearance interrupted this parade of embarrassment and comedy, for which Minho himself was incredibly grateful to his father, barely able to contain his urge to burst into hysterical laughter.
"The village is flowing with blood again..." The aged ruler stared painfully into his beloved eyes, covered with purple bangs. "Minho... how much longer can you do? Soon no one will be left. And those who remain will eventually flee. You are decimating my subjects at an inhuman pace." The king spoke calmly, but his body already betrayed his nervousness. His beloved boy's antics had already reached his ears. He had to react slowly.

Now that Minho had also killed the only medic in the area... none of the victims of his barbaric rapes had a chance to survive.

Like those girls recently found in the forest...

Minho didn't react. He reached for a piece of meat on the bone, took a large bite, and then sucked on the bone playfully, looking directly at Hyunjin with burning eyes.
The young man was shaking from the inside; this blatant mockery of the others was so arousing...
His toes curled and his eyes practically rolled back into his skull.

"I think it's time for you..." The king clearly wasn't in the mood for deep conversations today. Besides... time was pressing, night was falling. There was no talking to the Bull; he was just a lump of uncontrolled hormones.

Jeongin began to openly express his passions towards Hyunjin; he seemed completely uninhibited by his father's presence. On the contrary, a rather strong bond could be felt between them.

Everything was resolved in the prince's chamber, where he took him to his bed again, and afterward... he didn't fall asleep.

He cradled the slender body in his arms and spoke... not in poetry this time.

"Minho will disappear... Father won't give him another chance; we're almost out of people." Hyunjin raised his head and listened with incredible attention. "He killed the last herbalist... and no one else will take his place if the Purple Bull and his dark reflection are nearby. The king has sent for a sorcerer... the same one who summoned Minho from hell. He will get rid of him, and we..." he intertwined their hands in a very intimate embrace... "we will be happy here. Without him."

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The ancient magic was merciless. There were spells that could not be undone. Those that left a permanent imprint on time and reality... those that permanently changed everything and everyone.

Pulling Minho out of hell and granting him eternal life was a very difficult task. But pushing him back there was an impossible task. Nevertheless...
There was a way to get rid of the purple boy forever.

His body...

His soul...

His very being and his memories.

A spell so powerful that it could tear a hole in space-time and parallel worlds.

But the old wizard could...

He could do anything...

For the right price...

***

Hyunjin lay beneath the sweaty prince, trying every possible way to bring him to orgasm. He had been fucking him for two hours, but his delicate soul hadn't been torn apart. His prostate hadn't swollen, his nipples hadn't hardened.
The bright head only thought of one thing... that Minho would disappear...

Although he knew the purple boy was evil incarnate, imagining a world without him was an absolutely terrifying vision. He felt a sharp pain in his heart, his body shuddering at the mere thought of his brutal lover, causing pearly semen to flow down his cock and down his sunken belly.

The prince, clearly delighted with his questionable skills, smiled broadly and plunged his greedy tongue into his beloved's mouth again.

Then he petted him for a long time and entertained him with conversation...
Sleep overtook him suddenly, and the terrified Hyunjin couldn't even close his eyes. He stepped out onto the balcony and stared directly into the cave of the man for whom he had a particularly morbid affection.

The purple bull stood at the edge of the water and rocks, watching the animals rippling in the sea with his watchful eyes. So majestic and enormous.

Hyunjin sighed at the mere sight of him. He was aroused in both forms...
He'd only recently realized this. But looking at his delicate body, it was unlikely he could fit him inside...

He felt hot again. He swallowed thick saliva, and all his arousal flowed back to his cock.
He waited for the Bull to turn to him, for their eyes to meet again. But he wasn't looking. Hyunjin knew, however, that he felt him...

Rejected again, he went to lay the wretched body next to the man he felt nothing for.

***

Morning found him still sleepless. The tangle of such extreme thoughts gave him no peace. The moment Jeongin opened his eyes, hugged him tighter, stole his first kiss of the day. He felt like a traitor, like a sold-out mare from Chan's circus... in a moment of attention, he allowed himself to be touched and prodded...
He suddenly remembered the harpy... her hideous face, her bitter, yet wise and true words.
"They don't know who you are, they love you as Chan allows them to see you."

So much truth...

The prince had no idea who Hyunjin was. He didn't know where he came from, if he had a home, if he had a family.

He liked his beauty, his unreal delicacy. A veil of lies, hiding what only Minho could see...

Because he himself wasn't of this world...
Minho had seen the most. He was part of the realm of the living and the dead, of magic and realism. He skillfully drifted through all these realms, becoming the wisest being and a guide for the uncertain Hyunjin.

He showed what brings the greatest pleasure. Not what people call love and tenderness.

No...
Hyunjin couldn't imagine that Minho and the Purple Bull would ever disappear...

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Never knowing love...
That would have to be... difficult... and painful...

Minho couldn't remember where he came from. He had no parents or guardians. No one... Never...
His existence had always been a lonely journey amidst suffering and hunger...

He was a beautiful child. He had large, inquisitive eyes, thick hair that, despite his hunger, was in really good condition. He had a strong inner fire that warmed him on cold nights...
For as long as he could remember, he had had to fight...

With the weather

With hunger

With wild animals

With wilder than animals, people...

...Our minds have this fascinating ability to forget things that once hurt us...

Minho had forgotten a really big part of his life... he had been hurt so often...

Shreds of tender memories allowed him to retain images of people who rarely fed him. Often, however, they raised a hand against him... over time, they were abused in a different way... like adults...

The terrified child found refuge in the woods. There, despite the lack of warmth, he found the peace he longed for, food all to himself. Contrary to appearances, berries and other offerings of the forest floor were quite filling.
Over time, he learned to build a fire, hunt birds... then larger creatures. The boy was agile and very intelligent. He quickly realized that he had to turn off his sentiments to survive.
The first deer he hunted with his own hands was a source of immense pride.
Plenty of food, warm skins, and a moment in which he was the unconquerable Master of life and death.
He liked it...

Each successive animal... and he began to hunt truly dangerous garunki, was a step towards completely stripping him of his humanity.

Until autumn arrived... winds and heavy rains, which he struggled to cope with.
He had traveled a long way before finding himself on the edge of the royal trade route.
On the verge of fainting and death, he nevertheless attempted to fight the amused soldiers, who truly expressed admiration for his tireless character. Immediately after biting one of them on the hand, he lost consciousness, allowing them to finally load him onto a wagon and deliver him safely to the royal family.

Everyone felt sorry for this emaciated wreck, who spoke little and growled more often than not, like a child raised in a wolf pack.
The heartache that arose in the queen's chest was so intense that she made it her mission to teach the beautiful boy the basics of social functioning.

She gave him basic lessons in manners, timidly shoving books under his nose.
But Minho always leaned his head out the window and watched the knights fight...

He had always imagined himself on the battlefield, his knife dripping with his opponent's blood.
The king noticed his urges, delighted that at least one of the boys in the castle had the makings of a true man, and focused solely on making Minho the greatest warrior in the kingdom.
He completely forgot about his gentle son... he left him in his chambers with his mother, pondering poetry and sentimental verses.

Minho became the meaning of his life. His fierceness, his brutality... were unheard of.
The desire for murder in his eyes grew with each passing day.
He was allowed to kill a man around his eighth birthday. No one really knew his age, but his height and build resembled that of boys of that age.

The king was delighted. Minho didn't hesitate for a second. The sword, which weighed almost as much as himself, plunged into the skull of the unfortunate man kneeling before him like a birthday present.

Everyone was speechless.

The rasp of the blade piercing bone, the inhuman groan of the murdered peasant, and the triumphant boy, his face splattered with blood from forehead to chin.
Minho didn't stop at one thrust; he pulled the hilt, twisting the weapon at a completely different angle, slicing the skull open all the way to the eye socket, from which a now-cloudy, lifeless eyeball poured out...

The king couldn't hide his emotion, swept the child into his arms, and from that moment on, he dreamed of nothing more than making him his heir.

Standing in this way, however, was the rightful heir to the throne and his wife, who completely disapproved of nurturing the brutal tendencies of a wild child.

In complete secrecy, however, she tried to coax out the last vestiges of gentleness from Minho. Sometimes she would stroke his fluffy hair, and he would look at her as if they were potential threats.

She spoke tenderly to him, using warm phrases, poetry...
To soften him a little.

He was a tiny thing... she couldn't believe his heart had turned to stone so quickly... it wasn't possible...

There were rare moments when he allowed himself to be touched for a long moment. When her hand wasn't burning his pale skin, his eyes would suddenly burst open and begin to sparkle beautifully again.

"Minho... there's another way... it takes time... let me..." Her voice pierced his ears and tugged at his dormant heart. He didn't want to listen, covering his ears and fleeing to a cave where no one would disturb him, the water drowning out his screams and, over time, the screams of those he had kidnapped from the village. To calm himself, to learn how to kill faster and more effectively. The king saw and allowed everything. He was so proud of him...
He even helped the boy dispose of the bodies. They threw them together into the sea... the same sea where, over a decade later, his beloved warrior would guard his unicorns.

"You cannot kill..." The queen was distraught when she learned from her terrified subjects what the child living in the castle was up to. She cried with the villagers, then alone, and finally before the boy, his eyes now empty.
He didn't seem to understand what she was saying. He could only do that. His father always praised him so much... Minho didn't understand why she was making such a tragedy out of it.
He contemptuously pushed away the woman who was begging him on her knees to change. He wanted to leave...
He quickly brushed past her and ran out of the room where they were alone. Or so he thought.

Jeongin, however, enjoyed eavesdropping on his beloved mother's conversations with this little monster; he didn't understand why she spent so much time with him.

He finally found out...
Minho was murdering people, and his father helped him hide it from his mother...
The prince rarely spent time with the king, only at official outings or audiences, where the presentation of the shameful heir was essential.

Jeongin knew his father would rather brag about Minho than about him, but blood ties still outweighed personal preference.

"Minho, wait!" The queen rose from her knees and rushed after the boy, who didn't want to listen to her. A few moments later, hidden under the bed, Jeongin heard a terrible crash and the scream of his beloved mother.

And then a terrible silence...

Standing at the top of the stairs, he saw the woman lying on the stone floor, her head bleeding and her limbs scattered in all directions.
Above her stood a completely unfazed Minho, who only muttered quietly, "She fell."

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The wizard, who knew full well he would be setting foot in this kingdom again, wasn't surprised by how devastated the land had become.
He'd left her in the company of a monster... for there was no other way to describe this heartless, purple beast.

He remembered perfectly how the boy had behaved when he had descended into Hell for him.
He didn't want to leave; he felt good there, after all.
He fought hand and foot against returning to earth; even the fact that his father was shedding tears over his rotting body couldn't force him to submit. The wizard then used a trick. He allowed Minho to feel... pleasure... causing his emotions to wander into those erotic, previously untouched realms.

The negotiations with the ruler of Hell were long and fierce. Finally, he relented and released his new prey, on the condition that Minho assume his animal form at night. Keeping him in human form was difficult, even for a devil. This uncouth nature required a considerable amount of magic. And the darkest kind, possessed by only a few.

***

The old king welcomed the powerful Magus to the inn. Inviting him to the castle was extremely risky; Minho would immediately sniff out the advance and likely take everyone's life...

- he's out of control... - Seungmin seemed devastated... It was clear he still loved his adopted son but saw no chance for their continued existence together. His heart ached... his soul ached, too, but the decision had been made for a long time... but there was a time... when Hyunjin appeared in the castle... hope... that Minho might soften. It's changed a bit...

He sat down at the table with them more often. He began to pay attention to his manners and attire. Sometimes he even showed up scrubbed and in clean robes.

And he looked at the pale-faced boy with almost affection.

But Jeongin, too, found the object of his affection in the unexpected newcomer. And the king knew well how another rivalry between the two could end.

His wife died tragically...
Minho swore with all his might that he hadn't killed her, but from that moment on, the atmosphere between the boys was thick and unpleasant. They avoided each other as much as possible, and the king's plan, which was brazenly thwarted when Minho died, left them stuck together for the rest of their lives.

Theoretically, Jeongin could leave the kingdom; theoretically, Minho could live elsewhere. But one's innate sense of justice and the other's insane attachment to unicorns kept them stuck together, only occasionally glancing scowling at the other's hated face.

***

"I have to leave..." The prince reluctantly dragged himself out of bed, leaving his immense infatuation behind. The servants conveyed urgent messages from his father, telling him to get dressed immediately and meet him at the previously agreed-upon location.

"Wait for me, eat something, they will cook anything you want..." He nibbled on his fleshy lips, and Hyunjin tried to respond with similar enthusiasm.

"When will you be back?" The seemingly innocent question made the prince's heart flutter with joy. Hyunjin would miss him... because he was already asking when his beloved would return.

"As soon as possible. We'll have dinner together, I promise—as if anyone were interested..." Hyunjin asked for one reason only. He had to warn his lover.
He watched from the balcony as the naive Jeongin disappeared into the depths of the village and dashed towards the caves, throwing himself carelessly into the arms that refused to embrace.

"I knew he couldn't handle you..." Minho was slightly surprised by this sudden outpouring. He knew Hyunjin needed this human nonsense, but today he seemed exceptionally soft. Even when he spoke, the broken tone in his voice was palpable.

"They want to destroy you..." Indeed, he was crying... his always dry and unwavering eyes were spilling lilac tears, and his slender body was trembling chaotically. Minho quickly pushed him away, looked deeply into those despairing faces, and laughed rudely.

"I can't be killed." He suddenly turned serious, holding his shaking arms in an iron grip, and explaining to the boy as if he were a child that he was immortal. He wasn't even human.

"Jeongin said you'd disappear. That someone would make you disappear. They want to get rid of you!" He couldn't calm down anymore, and he wouldn't calm down. He jerked his body violently, freeing his hands, and his lips forced a crooked, mocking smile.

The taste of smoke and fire overwhelmed him instantly. Although he had to admit to himself that he couldn't imagine Minho tasting anything else. He licked his chapped lips greedily, his tears slightly soothing the unpleasant friction.

And he stood there, doing nothing.
Minho, like a statuette made of salt, didn't make a single move. He didn't push away, didn't hug. Even his lips froze in time and space.

"You can't kill me." When Hyunjin stopped kissing him, the purple boy continued to look at him in surprise. Just like when the queen stroked his head. He watched to see if they would suddenly hurt him...

***

"Do you still have any remnants of the hellish ash, sir?" The wizard, prepared for another enormous effort, tried to find out if he could count on a little help.

"Not much... but still..." The king, who had expected such a question, placed a small leather pouch he had given him several years ago in front of the magician.

"Excellent... I've heard rumors that there's another wizard in your castle. Chan's son... they're a family with traditions... I'd be happy if he agreed to help me; their abilities have always been highly valued in our circle."

"Jisung is making progress... you could try combining your forces. But so far, he hasn't shown anything special." Seungmin was surprised by the question about the court juggler. Aside from card tricks and other simple tricks, the magician hadn't surprised him in any sophisticated way.

"This family has a tendency toward shame... he'll learn..." The old wizard, however, was optimistic about their potential collaboration. "We'll also need a hair from the boy's head. It must be ripped from a conscious body, without violence or rape. Gifted... then his power will be at its strongest." The old man noticed the young prince approaching their table. The king's son and the only rightful heir to the throne. A delicate boy with the eyes and personality of a gentle mother, loved by the entire kingdom.

"Could the young master handle this? Take a hair from his purple head?"

"No." Jeongin was sure Minho would sense the trick from a mile away. They were so rarely close, and willingly giving up a hair? Minho would probably have to be drunk on a sea of ​​honey..." "But I know who he'll let..." Both the king and the wizard raised their eyebrows. "Minho likes Hyunjin. He won't hurt him... or..." The prince's voice became low and incredibly serious. "Will he die if you cast that spell on him?"

"No," the mage sighed deeply, "he can't die because he's not alive. If you get the hair, if the other mage is strong enough to help me, and if there's enough helldust... Minho will vanish like snow in the sun. His heart, his soul, his thoughts. He will cease to exist.

That's far worse than death."

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"I can't be killed! Do you understand?!" Minho knocked the boy down in one swift movement. Hyunjin's knees hit the hard stones, his wrists nearly snapping. Pain flooded his head, and a scream bordering on despair tortured his ears. The shirt instantly ripped at the seams, revealing a pale, bony back...
However, the embarrassing position appealed to his impetuous lover, who fell to his knees right behind the kneeling Hyunjin... he ran his hand along the protruding spine, and Hyunjin instantly arched like a cat being petted. He unconsciously moaned.

"I can't disappear," a heavy voice began to resonate in his ear, like a sweet promise, but at the end of the sentence, shreds of desperation could be felt. Minho brought his lips to the ridges on his back, and Hyunjin gasped. He felt that fiery breath, that closeness between them... "You can't either..." He finally gave himself away... he said he knew. "Right?" He whispered directly to his soul, which was shrinking ever further. "You're not human. You're like them..." He grabbed Hyunjin by the hair and pulled his tear-stained face up. To make him look at others like himself, at brothers he'd forgotten existed. The frightened horses glanced only at the man who had once been one of them. He no longer possessed the pride of the ancient animals, he had no self-respect. He was as empty as a shell, focused solely on the brute who was tearing his beautiful hair from his head. He didn't push him away; quite the opposite... he clung to him like a persistent fly. Like an insect to a fire, about to burn itself out.
Fool...

- How do you know? - Hyunjin suddenly turned his head, a few purple strands remaining between the monster's fingers.

"How could I not know?" Minho tugged at his pants. "Your eyes are empty, your beauty surpasses any human creature." He began kneading his bare buttock. "You smell like them... And your ass is oozing pearly lubricant. You can heal yourself even after I take you by force... but you like it... don't you?" He rubbed his enormous cock against the already sticky entrance to his anus. "I don't know how the rest of you can't see it. They're blind... besides your pretty face, they don't notice such obvious things... they don't know you at all. Only I..." He pushed in completely, tearing open the delicate core, stealing his breath and heartbeat. "Without a poem or a kiss, I can make you do anything... you're mine! Just like them..." He directed his head back out to sea. To see the contempt in the eyes of his brothers, whom he was supposed to save, and in the end, he never once thought about them.

Minho pounded him harder and harder, and the guilt mixed with a huge dose of arousal made Hyunjin have to close his eyes to keep from going crazy. He'd never thought it was possible to feel so much at once. His head was spinning, his heart was pounding... his soul was also thrashing strangely throughout his body.

"The last unicorn... only mine..." It was almost like a declaration of love, an eternal declaration that they would be together in this endless existence... "I won't die... neither will you..." He pushed him with all his strength, and Hyunjin, overcome with emotional impotence, simply collapsed to the ground and let him finish inside him.

Minho hovered over the exhausted body, his eyes still meticulously examining the rest of the unicorns drifting in the sea. He laughed at them, almost mocked their weakest link. He slightly regretted that they had never been like him. But on the other hand... taking them by force gave him so much pleasure...

"What exactly was Jeongin saying? And where is everyone?" He gave Hyunjin a moment to rest. Of course, without any caresses or kind words, but his closeness was satisfying nonetheless.

"The castle is empty... he went out sometime this morning... the king was calling..." he didn't speak, but he walked towards the village. Hyunjin wanted so badly to be useful right now. He would have liked to help more, but unfortunately, he was spared the details of the meeting.

Minho threw his robe over his back and headed towards the room where the magician and the green elf slept.
Left alone, Hyunjin simply glanced at his battered body and momentarily averted his gaze from the water.
The brothers' eyes regarded him with contempt...

***

The purple-haired boy burst into the small room where Jisung was trying to summon his magic again. He lay naked on a wooden board, centered in the center of a carefully drawn pentagram, while Felix knelt over him, massaging his entire body. The room was oppressively stuffy; candles burned in almost every corner, and the potent herbs still poisoned the stale air.

"Do you sense the presence of another magician nearby?" Minho stood over them without any sign of embarrassment. Felix immediately moved into a corner and pressed his thin back against the wall.
Jisung, snapped out of his light trance, slowly regained control of himself.

"Yes..." he rasped dryly, surprised to suddenly feel so much. "Someone very powerful." He rubbed his fingers together, and gray smoke rose from between them. He stood up and began to frantically search for clothes. Minho's dirty eyes were making him very nervous.

"I won't touch you..." Minho rolled his eyes in utter annoyance as Jisung began dressing in a panic.

"Only Hyunjin! I know what you're doing to him! You've trapped him..." the wizard started to shout, but after a moment, he realized who he was raising his voice at. He shut down at the moment...

"You know full well he's meant for me..." Minho muttered and slowly turned to leave. "You turned him into a human? Back then? In the clearing?" He hesitated for a moment, though. After all, since you were there... it was worth asking.

"I..." the wizard lowered his sad eyes... "but soon I'll regain my power and change him again. And he'll face you... you'll see... Prince Jeongin will help him... they'll free the rest..." Minho roared with raucous laughter.

"The prince won't help you with anything if it means fucking a horse's ass. He's fallen in love with him. He fucks him himself every night... do you really think..." he reeled with laughter, "he'll walk his horse along the beach and recite poetry to it? Hyunjin will stay as he is!" he slammed the door and went back to his room.

"Get out!" he pulled Hwang up from the ground and pushed him toward the exit. "I have to think..." the naked boy tried to defend himself against the unexpected eviction, but Minho's strength was immense. His hands easily crushed his fragile wrists.
He threw him outside his cave and hid in its farthest corner...

So his father brought in a wizard... to destroy him...
Minho remembered that the wizard had warned him. That he wouldn't die again. He could only disappear... vanish into thin air...

Minho didn't want to disappear... he liked his life... the transformations, indeed... weren't pleasant, but the rest... the trips to the village, the unicorns he could play with without limits...

Hyunjin...

He was special too. The very fact that he could torment the prince with him was soothing. But not only that...

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Jisung was still standing in the corner of the room, his knees trembling with stress. He stood up to Minho...

And he didn't die...

- He's afraid... - Felix emerged from hiding after a moment and began petting his magical companion. His irrational gentleness stirred Jisung again, and he felt a tingling in his fingers. The Wood Elf could bring out his deeply hidden powers. And his passions...

- What? Do you think the king would really get rid of him? - Jisung couldn't imagine it. The monarch was blindly in love with his impetuous peasant.

- I hear this and that... - The pointy ears had that special gift. - He promised his son that Minho would disappear... And the prince would have Hyunjin all to himself...

- They're trading him and they don't even know who he really is... - Jisung pondered for a moment. At first, he believed in Jeongin's sincere intentions, but hearing that he wasn't completely without flaws, he began to truly doubt humanity and its pure intentions.

"Hyunjin's stupid... he doesn't know what he feels..." The still grass-scented lips pressed against his neck and sucked passionately. Jisung felt a shiver run through his body again. Unnecessarily, this magical... gently pushed the forest creature away from him and began nervously pacing the walls. He didn't really know who to help or which side to take anymore. He felt responsible for Hyunjin's current state and his naive head...

He went out to clear his head...

Just outside the Bull's cave, he noticed Hwang trying to cover himself with the shreds of cloth hanging from his body. He leaned his back against the rocks and tried not to attract attention.

"You were there?!" Jisung roared so loudly that even Felix jumped outside in panic. No one expected the gentle wizard to explode like that. The man had a strong urge to rip the bruised body apart and talk some sense into the fool.

"He didn't mean to... he had a bad day..." Hyunjin cringed, as if waiting for another blow. He was so tiny that hitting him would have been like beating a child. Long arms and legs wrapped around his body, which was still trembling chaotically.

"How stupid are you?" The wizard almost shook the uncouth idiot... but then he understood. Hyunjin knew nothing of true love. He only knew the admiration of a simple man, that calf-like gaze Jeongin gave him. Minho was like lightning to him. He delighted, but he could also hurt... he could destroy. "You can't let him do that."

"Minho... he..." He hesitated for a moment... could he tell them what he knew? Could he trust them enough to reveal this secret? He didn't know them very well.

In fact, he'd never really gotten to know anyone well...
He only realized it now. He'd lived so long and had absolutely no one he could confidently call friend.

In an incomprehensible way, he only trusted this one person... whom everyone here openly despised and now even wanted to get rid of.

"Minho isn't worth a single glance from you!" Jisung really wanted to make him understand, using rational arguments. "He can't love. You can't love yourself..."

"So who will show me? The prince? He only looks at my body... he doesn't even know who I am..." Hyunjin lowered his sad, dry eyes. And the wizard couldn't answer that question. No, Jeongin wasn't the ideal candidate for his affections either. Hyunjin was right. He had no idea who the beautiful boy was.

"You're not made for love," strong, harsh words suddenly left the Elf's mouth. "You're meant to be a comfort to people, to animals. You're meant to guard the forest, protect it, and give it eternal life. That's your destiny. As a human, you only suffer. It's too much for you. You're not meant for feelings." - Felix, who suddenly and rather sharply interrupted the conversation, explained to the surprised boy his role in this world.

"That's not true..." the young man's voice broke again. He stood up slowly, his hand still glistening with cum. He began rubbing his scraped elbows and knees, then retreated with his butt, which he had also almost imperceptibly lubricated. He didn't want anyone to see how much he was suffering.

"Jisung will change you, and then you'll get yourself back..." This was the best solution to this complicated problem. Everything will return to normal. Minho will disappear, the unicorns will escape this cursed sea, and maybe they'll forgive their brother who'd strayed so far.

Hyunjin didn't listen. The truth, as always, hurt so much.

He hadn't even noticed when he'd grown fond of this life. The reflection in the mirror now delighted him too. The legs he spread so often gave him so much joy. And not just while running or dressing them in beautiful fabrics...
This life... was really good, and Minho spiced it up perfectly. It was spicy.

Jeongin was unfortunately too bland...

***

"How will you force the boy to take Minho's hair?" The king returned with his son at his side, escorted by several guards.

"Minho will let him get close... and Hyunjin will do it for me; he's slowly giving in. We have plenty of time, though, Father. Until our clumsy wizard regains his power, nothing can be done."

"Do you see your future with him? Are you sure about his feelings? This boy is different. There's no light in his eyes; they're empty and cold. Do you think he's capable of true love?"

"I don't know... I don't care. He's wonderful... beautiful as a dream. He's not stupid... he can't have anything better than an heir to the throne. Without Minho, the kingdom will flourish, and there will be more subjects. If we desire an heir... The wizard knows all sorts of ways... I don't want anyone else." The king was genuinely surprised by his son's behavior. Jeongin was rare to see so decisive and stubborn... I guess he really started to care..."

Seungmin had nothing left to lose. He himself was already at the age where he had to quickly think about passing the throne to an heir. He'd always thought it would be Minho, though...
Unfortunately, fate had thwarted his plans...
- Okay then... let's focus on our little wizard. - That was definitely enough talking and planning for today. - When Jisung is ready, we'll also have to initiate your boy into this important task. - They were already at the castle gates. Time to end the conversation.

- Don't worry, Father... Hyunjin will listen... - For some reason, he was so sure of this.

***

Dinner was a performance composed of several mocking acts. Everyone played.

Minho, who hadn't eaten a thing from the table.

Father and son, tormented by the secret, were all too kind to the purple barbarian. Among these leading actors sat Huynjin, completely unsure of what role he would play or whether he would receive applause for his performance...

***

"Oh yes!" Jisung climaxed long and intensely. He finally allowed Felix more, and it turned out that a not-so-large cock could really do a lot.

He felt himself drifting in and out of consciousness. The magic roamed playfully through his completely relaxed body, making its presence felt very aggressively.

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The atmosphere in the castle became tense. The apparent calm, presaging a storm, suffocated all its inhabitants. An invisible pressure crushed the few vestiges of nobility in their hearts.

Minho seemed to retreat into himself. He didn't eat like the others; for nourishment, he hunted in the royal forests. He wasn't picky, as usual, contenting himself with a small hare, a portly, plump peasant, or an innocent, lost, bony child.

He distrusted the food served in the castle, even though he often saw it being prepared with his own eyes. He even pretended to take larger pieces so the servants could confirm that he wasn't completely refusing meals.

The king, who had finally found common ground with his son, endured this situation hard. He loved the purple boy so much; he saw himself in him from his youth...

But he had to admit to himself that Minho was dangerous and utterly insane. He would have to get rid of him, wipe this uncouth creature from the face of the earth and finally let her breathe. Let his son rule in his own way, even if it meant forming a strange relationship with this insecure boy.
Because Seungmin didn't trust Hyunjin completely. Those eyes of his... so empty... as if there was nothing in that beautiful body but appearances... the most beautifully packaged falsehood in the world...

Hyunjin just watched... as the prince circled him, drawing ever tighter circles. He would surround him from every side, whisper at night about their future together, and then fuck him mechanically, without giving him any pleasure.
His bland taste was something to get used to, but unfortunately, there was no question of any exceptional sensations.

Hyunjin spread his legs and mouth, waiting for the end without fireworks... And he looked out for the violet hair, rarely seen lately within the castle walls. Minho disappeared for entire days, not coming down for meals. Hyunjin sometimes glanced at him from the prince's balcony. As he watched over the unicorns, standing on the edge of his cave. He never raised his broad head to return his gaze. But he felt him with his whole being...

And time slipped away...

Jisung felt his powers grow stronger with each passing day. Of course, the Wood Elf contributed greatly to this, as he could relax the stressed magician like nothing had ever done before. On the advice of the Old Magician, the king left the two to themselves and, with increasing tension, awaited the effects of their erotic ecstasies.

***

"I think it's ready..." The last meeting at the inn contributed to the final plan, which, as originally planned, involved combining magical powers and mixing hell dust with the precious purple hair... "Will Hyunjin do this for you?" The king, suspended in the middle of the conversation, turned to his son. Jeongin, however, seemed optimistic.

"Yes... I'll ask him tonight..." he replied with great determination. Jeongin had been waiting for this question; he had been prepared for a long time; his beloved mother's ring had been carefully cleaned and fitted to the delicate hand of what he hoped would be his future husband.

Hyunjin wasn't surprised...
He felt the prince's commitment had progressed significantly; he became even more caring and affectionate, and when he thought Hyunjin was asleep, he repeatedly pressed something onto his finger. He planned to ask him to marry him.

"Yes..." The blond accepted the proposal; it seemed so logical at that moment...

"I love you..." Jeongin, delighted with the agreement, remained kneeling and staring into the empty eyes. "I have a favor to ask of you..." He said he needed a hair from Minho's head. For it to disappear... so that no one would ever disturb their happiness again...
Hyunjin brought the purple strand shortly before nightfall. His robes were slightly torn, his lips gnawed by hungry teeth... but nothing happened to him. Just as everyone thought... Minho hadn't hurt him...

The strand landed in the hands of a powerful Mage who had reached a full understanding with the already magically formed Jisung.

They would do it tomorrow...
At dawn...
Those few seconds after the transformation, when he was still weak, would be the moment when evil incarnate could be destroyed...

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There had been a storm that night, and the dawn was weeping with bitter rain. The sea still smelled of electricity.

The Cave
***

Minho had a premonition. Hyunjin hadn't come out to the balcony that night...
Their meeting...
Strange...

When he appeared in the morning, he didn't ask for kisses, didn't beg for attention. As if nothing had happened, he came and shed his clothes before him...

"What are you doing here?" Minho looked at him with a contemptuous gaze. The servants made no secret of their knowledge of what was happening in the prince's chamber. Everyone was whispering about it... so he, too, was already aware that the coward had taken the easy way out and accepted that clumsy man’s proposal.

"I missed you..." Hyunjin, completely naked, stepped closer, draping a slim leg over a charred, dirty thigh...

"Is it so... the prince still isn't fulfilling your desires? You have to tell him." How do you like it... since I'll soon be gone... will you kill me? Has he told you yet? How will they destroy me? When? How much time do I have? And then? Will you free your brothers? Will you sit on the throne next to your husband? Will you be happy? - he threw words straight into those empty eyes.

Hyunjin didn't answer. He tangled his long fingers in his lavender hair and tugged lightly, eliciting a sweet hiss from his foul mouth.

"Did you come to say goodbye?" he snorted. But he didn't shake it off. He liked how the frail boy was suddenly trying to take the initiative.

"Possibly..."

Hyunjin didn't mind the state of the cave they were in or Minho himself. He didn't look too good. He was covered in soot, blood, and a thick layer of dust. He didn't smell appealing, but the faint aroma of burning somewhat masked the unpleasant stench of his meal, shreds of which still lay on the ground around them.

As usual... no kisses, no petting... These were trivial matters to Jeongin, though over time, he too only resorted to them when he felt more inclined.

Hyunjin slid down from his plump hips, resting his knees on the rough stones and his hands on his strong thighs. He still had strands of purple hair torn between his fingers, contrasting nicely with his pale skin.

Minho continued to look at him with distaste. A traitor and a sold-out whore...
Heavy eyes pressed him even further to the ground, and his hand suddenly rested on the slender nape of his neck.

"I'm not a big fan of words. It would be better if you used this mouth differently." His free hand began to tug at his lower lip. Hyunjin obediently opened his mouth, waiting...
Minho entered violently, tearing and lacerating the delicate tissue. Hyunjin hadn't expected gentleness; in fact, he'd been hoping for the familiar violence and brutality, but considering what he'd been doing today... he felt uneasy...

After fucking his mouth, it was time for the other parts of his body that Minho loved so much. Today he took his time, taking him slowly, turning him onto his stomach, his back... pressing him against the sharp walls. Hyunjin was barely alive after such an exhausting marathon...

"Go away..." When he finished... as usual, he told him to leave... at least for a moment, he looked into his eyes. And there was no emptiness in them anymore. And the fire...

A beautiful farewell...
Minho was still hesitating whether to leave the castle or let himself be destroyed on the spot. Next to his beloved horses...
It would be best to disappear next to them.

And next to Hyunjin...

Castle/Dining Room
***

"Will you eat with us today?" The king was surprised by the appearance of his beloved rebel.

"Yes... Your subjects have somehow become bored with me..." He sat down on the bench, grabbed a goblet of honey, and downed it. He still felt the same. So, nothing had been added to the alcohol. So he reached for more drinks, drinking himself madly.

A short time later, a delighted Jeongin appeared, leading his handsome fiancé by the hand. The purple boy had an awkward dinner, during which he glanced at Hyunjin frequently. He was acting strangely... he was nervous, he didn't eat much...
So they'll do it soon...

He spent the night saying goodbye to his beloved horses, though he took such good care of none of them as he did Hyunjin in the morning.
The Last One was always special...

Village/Inn
***

- Still some dust, Sir... - The magical potion was almost ready. The magician quickly prepared it, and Jisung also greatly assisted him, offering his magical support. The hair Hyunjin had brought radiated truly positive energy, as if it had been given with the greatest sacrifice. The cramped room in the inn was momentarily transformed into a true magical chamber... the stuffiness, the scents so different from the traditional ones, aroused the utmost curiosity and provoked questions.

- What now? - Absolutely everyone was curious about the next steps...

- We are waiting for the transformation. - The magician set down the vessel with the potion and leaned his tired body on the bench. He told Jisung to stay, while the rest headed back to the castle.

But absolutely no one could sleep tonight. Everyone just peered into the dark depths of the cave and wondered what it would be like when the monster disappeared. Would the unicorns flee immediately? Would they initially disbelieve and be afraid to come out?

The Castle
***

Hyunjin didn't even bother looking in that direction. He wasn't sure if he'd done the right thing...

He heard the brothers to whom he'd once, long ago, promised freedom... now maybe it would finally happen...

"Come to bed..." the prince, very emotional himself, called out to his fiancé to reduce his stress level. "You did so well..." As soon as the blond climbed into bed, he began gently stroking his back. "I'm sorry I asked you this, but you're the only person he trusts... he likes you." Hyunjin lay silent, the slightly extinguished fire in his eyes flaring up again at the memory of the morning. He could still feel the burnt hair between his fingers, the pain in his mouth and butt. And the remains of the heart crushed to the point of pain.

What did he do...

Village
***

All the inhabitants of the land felt the extraordinary dawn. The earth shook ominously, the wind picked up, and the sun stopped shortly after releasing its first rays from the horizon.
Minho roared in pain, as he always did during the transformation. But today it was going to be different... he hadn't completely changed. Halfway through the process, everything suddenly stopped, leaving him in an undefined form filled with suffering. His horns hadn't fully reattached, his bones hadn't healed.
The scream that erupted from his cave jolted Hyunjin to his feet.

"It's happening..." The prince, clearly excited by the event, tugged at his hand to lay him back on the bed. Hyunjin, however, broke free and immediately ran to the caves.

The sight he saw was absolutely terrifying...
A shapeless, purple mass writhed on the ground, its edges constantly dissolving into thin air.

Sometimes he could catch a glimpse of his lover's beautiful face, blurred by pain...
So it worked...

Despite everything... Minho would disappear...

Jisung was impressed by the old wizard's magic. He hadn't expected it to be so noticeable. But then again... this was already an intervention in the laws of nature, for there were arrangements beyond this world, bordering on playing Supreme.
At first, everything went well, the spell began correctly; from what Jisung knew, this was how it should all be.

But suddenly...
The sky parted, darkness fell...

And then a storm arose...

"Something's not right..." - these were the words he feared most, even though he himself was aware that not everything was going as it should...

Cave
***

The walls shook violently, and individual stones began to crumble from the ceiling. The sea had risen so much that water suddenly began to rush in.

"Minho!" Hyunjin wasn't sure whether to take a step or start running away from the unexpected flood. He wanted to pull his lover's hand, but it was hard to see... the metamorphosis had stalled, and no desirable shape was visible to his eyes.

"What are you doing here? Run!" The king suddenly appeared behind him. The distraught ruler wanted to spend time with his beloved child, whom he had condemned to complete annihilation. He couldn't let Minho be alone here. But clearly he wasn't. The boy with blank eyes stood at the threshold of his cave, shaking erratically.

"I... I..." The boy was utterly confused. He had no idea what to say, what to expect. And then...

Minho became the Bull.

A complete opposite to his usual self. Now, during the day, he took the form of a brutal animal, impossible to even reason with.

He suddenly moved...

Ramming the treacherous Father, whom he impaled on a horn and pinned against the wall. The King roared, more stones began to rain down on their heads, and the Bull stood and watched as dark red blood flooded his eyes.

Then he looked at Hyunjin, who suddenly couldn't move anymore. The Bull snorted, began shuffling his hoof nervously, and moved toward the boy.

But he couldn't hurt him. A few centimeters in front of him, he stopped and fell to the ground again. He screamed again, and this time, quite quickly, he transformed into his human form... he could barely get up from the ground.

"They won't make it..." he muttered, on the verge of fainting...

"Hyunjin!?" Jeongin stood on the last staircase and watched the scene unfold before him. Minho, contrary to expectations, was alive. And his father lay a dozen meters away in a huge, bloody puddle.

The Inn
***

"He's still alive..." The wizard couldn't explain what was happening. The spell had been cast correctly. The king had given a truly large portion of the much-needed gunpowder.

"I'm running there!" After these words, the old Magus grabbed the young man to impart as much of his power as time would allow. Jisung suddenly burst from the room and rushed towards the castle, bathed in a magical storm. The entire structure shook ominously.

He saw his beloved green hair approaching him from afar. Felix. He survived...

Thank the gods...

Castle/Cave
***

The northern wall was beginning to collapse. Lightning struck the building several times, causing it to slowly settle.

"You were supposed to die!" Jeongin nervously glanced between his fiancé and his hated brother.

Minho said nothing. He grabbed the disoriented Hyunjin by the hand and tried to pull him out of the castle. Jeongin, however, had no intention of letting him go. They began to struggle, and Minho, weakened by several transformations, allowed himself to be knocked to the ground this time.

He saw Hyunjin disappear behind another round of boulders falling on their heads...

Beach
***

"I have to go back for him!" Hyunjin struggled with his fiancé, still looking at the half-collapsed building.

"He'll disappear! The spell took effect!" Jeongin, exhausted from his mad dash, fell to the sand and turned his furious eyes on the madman.

"He won't disappear..." Jisung ran up from the distance, holding the hand of his green-haired lover. "Right, Hyunjin? Whose hair did you give us?" Even though he knew, he had to ask.

An awkward silence fell...

"Impossible!" The prince glanced at the individual lilac strands on his fiancé's head. Hyunjin had deceived everyone...

"Free them!" The blond man looked out at the stormy sea, now unguarded. The waves were so high that their pearly manes flashed every few seconds before their eyes...

"Disgusting animals..." Jeongin glanced contemptuously at the horses suffering in the water. He hated them. They were so empty and shallow. They couldn't see beyond the tip of their noses. They wrapped their father around, and so did Minho. Because of them, the Bull was still here...

Jisung tried to open the sea further, to break the spell of the Bull, which was very weak at this point. His energy was undetectable.

Single animals began to timidly place their hooves on the wet sand.

"It's all because of you!" the prince began shouting and nervously waving his arms at them. The first, the bravest, rushed at him with a mad dash.

A rather unexpected fight began...

Hyunjin took advantage of the opportunity and turned back to the castle, from which his beloved was emerging. Minho, barely able to walk on the beach, used his last remaining strength to motivate himself to fight. Avoiding Hwang, he charged forward to join the battle, as always.

He found his brother fighting an unequal battle with furious horses that had almost defeated him. They nipped at his wounded body, their hooves grinding into the red sand. Minho knew they were taking revenge for the father who had loved them so dearly. I wonder what the prince would say if he saw that his beloved was one of them. But he wasn't destined to... he died rather quickly in painful convulsions...

Minho felt they would now want to take care of him. To join forces and finally get rid of his brutal tormentor. He knew full well he stood no chance against them now; he was as weak as never...

He didn't even try to resist; for the first time in his life, he allowed himself to be pushed into the sea by a frenzied herd of wild animals....

"No!" Hyunjin watched as they surrounded him in a tight circle, forcing him into the churning waves that immediately covered his beloved purple mane and swept him away to the deepest depths...

Then there was only silence...

The unicorns approached him and looked at him reproachfully...

"Do you want to join them?" Jisung felt he finally had enough power to transform him into a horse again. Hyunjin, with his empty eyes, denied it. He didn't want to return to his original form... In fact, he didn't want anything anymore...

Maybe die?

The unicorns departed... leaving the boy crying on the shore of the blood-red beach. Hyunjin, looking at the torn corpse of his fiancé, felt no regret or remorse. In fact, the whole situation began to amuse him...
For the moment, he couldn't imagine living with a man who subconsciously hated people like him...

He sat on the shore and stared at the churning waves that had so eagerly taken his lover away.

"Come on, Hyunjin..." Felix knelt beside him and patted his back. "We're going back to the clearing. They're free now, the job's done..."

He didn't answer. With a rude wave of his hand, he motioned him to leave...

He didn't want to see either him or Jisung, who had almost gotten rid of Minho...

So they left...

To live together in the forest...

And Hyunjin waited...
He waited day and night. He sat on the beach, right next to the decaying body of the man who was to be his husband...

Hope died and revived every day. Sometimes he thought he saw the longed-for purple streaks in the sea foam. And then they disappeared again...

As the prince's skin rotted and began to be eaten away by worms, Hyunjin pulled the hated wedding ring from his finger and pushed it deep into the decaying flesh.

And then something changed...

"You waited?" An utterly exhausted Minho, his skin wrinkled and drained of color, emerged from the water and immediately approached the rotting corpse.

Hyunjin immediately stood up and moved to hug his beloved, but Minho, as usual, just turned him around and started fucking him. Minho didn't want to talk, didn't want to hear any explanations. Was he grateful he was alive and could reenter the body he loved, in his own sick way?

The young man turned his tear-stained face several times to kiss those rude lips, but his lover kept pushing him away, twisting his neck more and more brutally...

Finally, he grabbed his cock and tugged hard, and Hyunjin ejaculated convulsively onto the rotten remains.

"Come on..." Minho murmured in his ear in a rather erotic tone. "I want more." He almost bit his earlobe. He pulled him toward the remaining remains of the cave.

Hyunjin nodded and swallowed. He wanted too. And he missed him so much... so much...
But night was approaching...

He was a little afraid... but on the other hand he deeply believed that he deserved to suffer...