Chapter 1: Initiation Ritual
Originally, I was upset that my parents would just sell me to some man. My trust was destroyed when they handed me over to Doma for a bag of coins. I thought I’d be treated badly, but he surprised me. I bow deeply on the floor as he enters the chamber, pressing my forehead to the cold stone as low as I can go. “I am truly grateful,” I say softly, meaning every word. His kindness these past months has shocked me-new clothes, good food, and special treatment among his followers.
Doma moves across the room with graceful steps, his robes flowing around him. The candlelight makes his platinum hair shine and his rainbow eyes seem to glow in the dim room. “Rise, my sweet Shiba,” he says, his voice musical and light. “Tonight is special. You’ve proven your loyalty to Paradise. Now you’ll join my inner circle through our sacred ritual.”
My heart beats faster as I sit up but keep my eyes down. I’ve seen how others look at him with total worship, and I understand why. Since coming here, I’ve had a better life than I ever did at home. “What must I do, Lord Doma?” I ask, my voice barely audible even in the quiet room.
He kneels before me, lifting my chin with cool fingers so I must look into his strange, beautiful eyes. “Give yourself to paradise, dear one. Give yourself to me-body and soul.” His thumb brushes over my lower lip, and his smile is both gentle and hungry at once. “Do you accept this honor? To be joined with me and know true enlightenment?”
A shiver runs through me, but not from fear. Despite my shyness, I feel drawn to him in a way I can’t explain. I nod slowly, my pale hair falling around my face. “Yes, Lord Doma. I accept.” I’ve never known such attention, such care. The life he’s given me these past months feels like a dream after years of hardship.
Doma’s smile widens, showing perfect teeth. “Good girl.” He stands and offers his hand to help me up. “Remove your kimono and lie on the altar. The candles will warm you.” He gestures to the stone slab in the center of the room, covered with silk cushions. My fingers tremble slightly as I reach for the sash of my beautiful white kimono-the one he gave me. This is what my parents sold me for, but somehow, in this moment, I don’t feel like property. I feel chosen.
With each layer of clothes I remove, I shake uncontrollably. My fingers fumble with the beautiful kimono as I slip it off my shoulders. I’ve never shown my body to anyone before, and the thought makes my heart pound so hard I can hear it in my ears. The white fabric falls away, revealing my pale skin to the flickering candlelight.
The cool air hits my naked body as I stand there completely exposed. I cross my arms over my small breasts for a moment before forcing myself to drop them to my sides. Lord Doma watches me with those rainbow eyes, his face showing only calm interest. There’s no mockery in his gaze, just hunger and something like pride.
I walk slowly to the altar and lie down on the silk cushions. The fabric feels soft against my bare skin. My whole body tingles with nervous energy, little bumps rising all over my skin - not from cold, but from fear mixed with excitement. The candles around the altar cast warm light across my body, making my white hair shine silver in the dim room.
“I’m ready, Lord Doma,” I whisper, my voice barely audible even to my own ears. My hands rest at my sides, fingers digging slightly into the silk. I keep my eyes on him, watching as he approaches the altar where I lie waiting. He moves like water, smooth and graceful, his robes shifting around him.
Doma stands beside the altar, looking down at me with a smile that shows his perfect teeth. “Beautiful,” he says softly. “Such perfect devotion. You truly are worthy of joining Paradise.” He removes his outer robe with one fluid motion and lays it aside. His body is lean and strong under his remaining clothes, his skin so pale it almost glows in the candlelight.
He places his cool hand on my stomach, making me gasp. His touch spreads an icy feeling through my body that somehow burns at the same time. “The ritual requires pain,” he explains, his rainbow eyes locked with mine. “But the reward is beyond anything a human normally experiences. Your soul will be bound to mine forever in Paradise.” He trails his fingers up to my chest, resting them over my racing heart. “First, I will show you pleasure, then pain, and finally... transformation.”
I shiver as he caresses the knife against my skin. I’m scared, but I don’t move. I only gasp as he cuts a small line above my left breast. The pain is sharp but quick. Blood wells up from the cut - bright red against my pale skin. He leans down slowly, his tongue laps the thin line of blood. His tongue feels cold and inhuman against my skin. He truly is a god, I think to myself as I feel his unnaturally cool body press against mine.
“Lord Doma,” I gasp as his cold lips press against my skin. “You’re freezing,” I say, surprised by just how cold he feels. His entire body seems to pull heat from me wherever we touch. Even the air around him feels colder than the rest of the room.
“Cold is the nature of my being,” he says with a smile. He makes another small cut next to the first one. More blood flows and he drinks it eagerly. “Your warmth feeds me. Your life sustains me. This is the true nature of Paradise - giving yourself completely to those above you.”
His rainbow eyes seem to glow brighter as he drinks my blood. With each lick, I feel weaker but also somehow connected to him. It’s like my blood is making a path between us - a bridge linking my soul to his. I reach up to touch his face again, drawn to him despite the pain and fear. His skin feels even colder now, like touching ice.
“Good girl,” he whispers against my skin. “Most humans would be screaming by now. But you... you’re special.” He makes a third cut, this one between my breasts, longer than the others. The pain makes tears form in my eyes, but I stay still for him. “The blood ritual is almost complete. Soon you’ll be part of something greater than yourself.”
I notice something strange happening to his face as he drinks more of my blood. His perfect features seem to shift slightly. For just a second, I think I see something else beneath his beautiful face - A mouth full of fangs. But then he looks normal again, and I wonder if the pain is making me see things. I close my eyes, feeling dizzy from blood loss and the strange cold that’s spreading through my body from his touch.
I feel the weight of the knife being placed beside my head. The metal makes a small clink against the stone altar. Through my dizziness, I sense Doma leaning over me, his body blocking the candlelight. His lips press against mine in a deep kiss, and I taste something metallic and warm - my own blood in his mouth. The coldness that filled him before seems to be fading, as if drinking my blood has given him warmth. It’s like he’s taking my heat into himself, stealing it from me kiss by kiss.
“Your blood is sweet, little one,” Doma whispers against my lips. “So full of life... so pure.” His rainbow eyes look brighter now, almost glowing as they stare into mine. He moves down, trailing cold kisses along my neck. Each touch of his lips makes me shiver, not just from the cold but from something else - a strange mix of fear and need that I don’t understand.
Doma returns to my chest, his mouth finding the three cuts he made earlier. I gasp as his tongue traces each wound, the sensation both painful and oddly pleasant. His body shakes against mine, like he’s fighting to control himself. He stops right there, his face pressed against my bleeding chest, and takes a deep breath. I can feel him struggling, holding back from something terrible or wonderful - I’m not sure which.
“Lord Doma... what’s happening to me?” I ask, my voice weak and shaky. The room seems to spin around us, the candles leaving trails of light in my vision. I reach up to touch his hair, needing something to anchor me as the world tilts and blurs. His platinum locks feel like silk between my fingers, but colder than any human hair should be.
“You’re becoming part of Paradise,” he answers, his voice sounding different - deeper and with a strange echo. “Your blood feeds me, and in return, I give you... transcendence.” He continues moving downward, his cold lips trailing across my stomach. Each kiss leaves my skin tingling, like tiny sparks of ice that somehow burn. The pain from the cuts is fading, replaced by a strange numbness that spreads through my body.
I notice the shadows in the room seem to be moving on their own, stretching and twisting in ways that shadows shouldn’t. The candles flicker wildly though there’s no wind. I blink hard, trying to clear my vision, but the strange sights remain. Doma’s hands grip my hips, his fingers digging into my skin. His touch no longer feels entirely human - there’s something sharp about his fingertips, something that reminds me of claws. “Now,” he says, his voice carrying that strange echo again, “let me show you what true pleasure feels like before the final transformation begins.”
He positions himself between my legs, his cold body hovering over mine. I shake as I feel the tip of his cock press against me. He pushes forward but meets resistance - I’m too tight for him to enter easily. He doesn’t force it, instead working the tip against me gently. I gasp from each attempt as new feelings spread through my body. “Lord... Doma,” I whisper, my voice breaking.
“So pure,” he murmurs, his rainbow eyes fixed on my face. “Your first time should be special.” He continues to push carefully, watching my reactions. A wetness I’ve never felt before starts to build between my legs, making each new movement of his more fluid. The cold of his skin feels less shocking now, as if my body is getting used to his touch. I grip the silk cushions beneath me, trying to steady myself as strange new pleasure mixes with the pain.
The stone room spins around me as Doma slowly works himself inside. My body stretches to take him, burning with a strange mix of pain and something else - something that makes me want more despite the discomfort. I arch my back without meaning to, pushing myself against him. The candles cast wild shadows across his face, making him look less human with each passing moment. His rainbow eyes glow brighter than before, and his smile shows teeth that seem too sharp.
“Good girl,” Doma praises as he slides deeper. “Your body accepts me. Soon your soul will too.” I cry out as he pushes all the way in, filling me completely. The pain fades quickly, replaced by waves of pleasure I never knew existed. His body moves against mine in a steady rhythm, each thrust sending jolts through my entire body. The coldness of him inside me creates a strange contrast that makes everything feel more intense.
Blood from the cuts on my chest has smeared between our bodies, marking his pale skin with streaks of red. He seems to grow stronger with each thrust, his movements becoming more confident. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer without thinking. The room continues to distort around us - the shadows growing longer, the candles burning with flames that seem too bright and too dark at the same time. Everything feels wrong but so right.
“With this act, you become mine forever,” Doma whispers against my ear, his voice no longer sounding human. “Your blood, your body, your soul - all belong to Paradise now.” I cling to him as our bodies move together, lost in sensations I never imagined. The pain from the cuts mixes with the pleasure between my legs until I can’t tell them apart anymore. In this moment, I don’t care what he is or what’s happening to me. All I know is that I want more of whatever he’s giving me - this strange mix of pain and pleasure that feels like dying and being born at the same time.
I gasp and moan as waves of feeling wash over me. Each sound I make seems to please him more - his rainbow eyes flash brighter with every noise that escapes my lips. I hold onto him without thinking, my fingers digging into his cold shoulders as he keeps moving inside me. My body moves with his, following his lead like we’re dancing.
His pace stays steady and strong. Those strange rainbow eyes stare straight into mine, not blinking once. He watches every tiny change in my face like he’s studying me, learning what makes me react. It’s like he’s feeding on my feelings as much as my blood. His stare is so deep that I can’t look away even when I try.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers, his voice no longer sounding human at all. “The perfect vessel.” His lips press against mine again in a cold kiss that steals my breath. I feel something pulse inside me as he finally releases, filling me with something that burns like ice. It spreads through my whole body from where we’re joined, making me shake all over.
When he’s done, he doesn’t pull away right away. Instead, he stays on top of me, inside me, his weight pressing me into the silk cushions. He exhales slowly, and his breath feels like winter against my collarbone. The cuts on my chest sting in the cold air, but the pain feels far away now, like it’s happening to someone else. The shadows in the room seem alive, moving and dancing around us like they’re celebrating.
He lowers his head to my chest one last time, his tongue licking each of the wounds he made. The blood has mostly stopped flowing, but he seems to savor every last drop. “The ritual is complete,” he says, his voice sounding stronger than before. “You are part of Paradise now. Your blood will feed me, and in return, you will know power beyond human understanding.”
His lips brush against my ear, his breath making me shiver. “Welcome to Paradise,” Doma whispers, and I feel something change inside me. It’s like a door opening in my mind, showing me things I never knew existed. The candlelight suddenly seems too bright, the shadows too dark. I can hear heartbeats from somewhere far away - the other followers in the temple, I realize with shock. I try to speak but can only manage a weak sound as the world spins around me. Doma smiles down at me, his rainbow eyes shining with satisfaction.
