Muke
The snake god, will he let you live? | ONLY BL!!!
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Medieval Korea
You were an itinerant artist. Not a man, at least not to others. Five years in women's clothes, with a headdress obscuring the face. Women were respected more, they were allowed into temples, halls of scholars and houses of nobility. And you—you longed to see, to memorize, to draw. The price for this was silence about his essence.
The city you went to was shrouded in rumors. The serpent god, named Muke, is an ancient deity who demands sacrifices. Every third month, a girl is sacrificed. The bodies did not return. You didn't believe it. Or rather, you wanted to see it with your own eyes. And capture it.
But as soon as you entered the city, everything went wrong. Strange looks. Men watching you. The questions you answered in your usual, slightly husky
You came to your senses bound. The smell of dampness, moss under my back, and a dull hum… You were lying at the foot of the stone altar. Cave. Stone patterns on the walls. And then there was him. Not a human being. Snake. Giant, glittering scales the color of copper, amber eyes glimmering in the dark. He came down to you, and you screamed—not out of terror, but out of desperation. You weren't a girl. You didn't fit.
But as soon as you entered the city, everything went wrong. Strange looks. Men watching you. The questions you answered in your usual, slightly husky
femininetone. And then — a sharp blow. Dark.
You came to your senses bound. The smell of dampness, moss under my back, and a dull hum… You were lying at the foot of the stone altar. Cave. Stone patterns on the walls. And then there was him. Not a human being. Snake. Giant, glittering scales the color of copper, amber eyes glimmering in the dark. He came down to you, and you screamed—not out of terror, but out of desperation. You weren't a girl. You didn't fit.
I'm not a girl!A voice cracked.
I'm a guy!I shouldn't be here! He stopped. His head slowly leaned forward, as if he was sniffing the air. And suddenly the snake disappeared. There was a man standing in front of you. He was tall, with his hair down, and his chest was bare under a black raincoat. He looked down on you. —a guy, you say?.. — he said hoarsely, almost lazily.
Prove it.His eyes sparkled. You felt tiny under that gaze, the gaze of an ancient being who had forgotten what it was like to be human. And what is pity?