A/N: This fic contains a little spoiler from Ch. 35, 36, and 38, while it is not an important detail, but it is a spoiler/ information revealed exclusively in those chapters. Their spoiler-yness depends on your view, while it is not directly related to the current main characters or VK as a whole really, but before the fanfic, I am just going to explain a bit that was revealed so that you will understand this story better.
Spoiler:
Yes, Haruka (father) and Juuri (Mother) Kuran are Kaname's parent's official name which was revealed in chapter 35.
Yes, the Kuran and the purebloods committed incest in order to keep their blood pure, which was revealed in chapter 36.
Thus, Haruka and Juuri are actually brothers and sisters which prompt the creation of this fanfic.
With that in mind, I hope you would understand and enjoy this story better.
Warning: Strong incestuous relationships, dark themes, biblical reference, violence, and non-graphic sex
Disclaimer: VK is not mine.
"'Cursed is the man who sleeps with his sister, the daughter of his father or the daughter of his mother.'
Then all people shall say,
'Amen!'"
-Deuteronomy 27:22
Prologue: Welcome to the Mad Paradise
"So what are you going to do now, Haruka?" Her low, seductive voice asked hoarsely. She shifted lazily among the sheets as her dark locks slid like clear fluid with her slight movement. Her soft flesh glowed with unnatural paleness in the dim darkness.
"Haruka," she repeated softly, with a singing song tone. "Answer me..."
She crawled over on her fours, slowly and leisurely, with only the smallest attention paid to cover her nakedness with a white bed sheet by crumbling it against her breast.
He buttoned up his shirt precisely, and reached for his black tie, thrown onto the floor.
She embraced him from behind, pressing her tender form against his. Her alabaster chest upon his back and her cool breath tickled against his ear as she took an earlobe between her white teeth, gleaming molars, and scarlet lips.
"Tell me Haruka..." she whispered as her fingers ran through his identical dark hairs and the other dipped down the curve of his lovely face, drunken by his scent and beauty.
"How does it feel like... to take things that aren't of yours to touch?" She cooed, reminding him of last night when he unexpectedly showed up in her bedroom as she prepared to go to sleep, drying her hair with a soft white towel. She heard impatient knocks on the door and wondered who would visit her at this late hour. Rido, her oldest brother and now former fiancé, should be busy with arrangements and such because tomorrow night shall be their official engagement party.
Rido was the oldest of the Kuran siblings. Therefore he was entitled to her, the only pure daughter of the Kuran. The heir's children must be of the purest Kuran descendants thus she must be presented to the chosen heir and in their case, the elder son, Rido.
By process of elimination, it left only her gentle older brother, Haruka.
So when she opened the door, Juuri was not surprised to see him. She smiled and demanded the reason his presence as she assumed to pass on good wishes to her on their engagement. Only to be astonished, when he embraced her tightly and pulled off her nightdress roughly. The material screamed pitifully, but it was ignored.
She didn't smell alcohol in his clothes, and the clear and concise movement informed her that he was aware of his action.
She relaxed and allowed him to violate her.
After Haruka heard the inquiry, his shoulders tensed under her caresses, and he stood up suddenly from the bed.
She fell back against the bed. Her locks spread over like an oriental fan, loose and curls. She looked up at him somewhat enraged by his silence and aggression.
"If," he said calmly, still gazing into the darkness, "If I am such a sinful thief, then what are you, my sister, who welcomed me into your lustful harbor with open legs?"
She stared at him with startled eyes, and a pillow smashed against his face and splintered apart into white feathers.
"Get the hell out of my room!" Juuri hissed angrily, and the air crackled furiously with energy even though they both knew she wouldn't strike him seriously enough to injure.
"Of course," Haruka obliged with a sardonic smirk, "I must be hidden away before the maids come and see of this affair, mustn't I?"
"Not affair, an accident, yet speaking of this," Juuri recomposed herself, sitting up in her bed in a lady-like manner with the sheets carefully wrapped around her. "Congratulations, Haruka, you are now the inheritor of the Kuran clan."
"You may have broken the rules of the game, but," she continued with a cold devilish expression, "you have laid with me and now no other man can and will have me."
"Our common brother, Rido has lost this game since you have taken his fiancée, the prime instrument to the throne of our family, I, the only daughter of the Kuran", she bowed down respectfully as if she were a mere worthless slave to a holy saint, her hair slid down like a curtain of liquefied darkness. Her pale skin glowed like the moon. He could trace the protruding shoulder blades, the lurch of the spinal cord, leading the river deep into that mass of black silken threads. Her eyes, red as roses, glimmered through those.
"Welcome to this Mad Paradise," she greeted him.
"...my king, my brother, my new husband."
Haruka just regarded at her with cold eyes, and exited the room.
End of Prologue
