The 901st Night.
The desert night was deep and cold.
A pale blue darkness spread across the land, as the wind swept through like the touch of wandering spirits.
At the highest tower of the kingdom,
only two figures remained.
Scheherazade.
And the King.
She sat before the candlelight, taking a quiet breath.
Tonight, she had to tell a story.
It was the only way to survive.
“O great King.”
Her voice flowed through the chamber like silk.
“Tonight, I have a tale to tell.”
The King leaned back against his bed, his gaze fixed upon her.
For a thousand nights, her stories had kept him enthralled.
The thought of a night without them was unbearable.
The 901st night.
For the first time, the King spoke first.
“Tonight, tell me something special.”
His voice was deep and low.
“A story that will captivate me… even more.”
A small smile flickered on Scheherazade’s lips.
Her fingertips trembled—just barely.
At last, the moment had arrived.
“Then, O King,”
Her hand hovered dangerously close over the candle flame.
The fire flickered, casting restless shadows across the chamber.
“What you truly desire to hear is…”
She let the silence stretch before parting her lips, ever so slowly.
“A forbidden tale. One that should not exist in this world.”
The King’s eyes gleamed with hunger.
“Go on. Tell me.”
The Pact with the Devil
“Long ago,”
Scheherazade’s voice was soft—yet chilling.
“A lone monk spent countless nights writing a forbidden book.”
The King inhaled slowly.
Each of her words seeped into his veins like poison.
“That book contained secrets no human should ever possess.”
Unconsciously, he leaned forward.
His heart pounded in rhythm with her voice.
“To finish it… the monk made a pact with the devil.”
The desert wind lashed against the tower, causing the candlelight to waver.
A shiver crawled down the King’s spine.
“And in the final chapter, he inscribed a curse—”
Scheherazade’s gaze did not waver as she whispered.
“—a curse of addiction.”
The King exhaled deeply,
as though unseen fingers had wrapped around his heart.
He needed more.
He needed to hear it all.
More, more, more…
Scheherazade’s eyes met his, steady and unwavering.
“O King, do you wish to hear the end of this tale?”
His breath was uneven.
Logic warned him of danger, yet his body was already lost to the spell of her words.
“Continue.”
The First Bargain
A slow, knowing smile touched Scheherazade’s lips.
Her fingers danced above the candle flame,
as though weaving a spell of her own.
“Then, O King.”
Her voice dropped to a cool whisper.
“Toxcid… let the bargain begin.”
The air grew deathly cold.
The shadows in the chamber began to writhe—
as though something had awakened.
And then, it appeared.
A twisted, unnatural grin.
A single eye, crossed out in an ominous X.
“O King,”
The thing spoke in a voice that slithered through the air.
“Now, you will see me.”
A heavy weight crashed down upon the King’s chest.
And yet, even more than fear—
Desire consumed him.
He wanted to see more.
He wanted to hear more.
More, more, more…!
Scheherazade slowly nodded.
“From this moment forth, you shall listen to a cursed tale.
Once you hear it to the end, there will be no going back.”
The King’s fevered gaze gleamed with madness.
There was not a trace of hesitation in his voice.
“I will hear it to the end.”
At that moment,
Toxcid smiled.
🔥 The forbidden tale had begun.
🔥 And there was no turning back.