Choi Korain | Slave | 50 | Cambion (Daeva/Wrath) | Bottom
"We’re All Mad Here."
Torture tw, blood tw, asylum tw, mental health tw
Korain Jeong was born into a world that seemed to revolve around pain and abandonment. His early years were marked by neglect and abuse, with a father who had a temper that could flare up at the smallest provocation. His mother, unable to protect him, withdrew into her own despair. Korain, left to fend for himself in the chaos, learned early on to avoid conflict, to remain silent, and to endure the suffering without complaint. Despite this harsh beginning, there was one outlet for him: his art. Painting became Korain’s only escape, a way to process the horrors he witnessed daily. His works were dark, filled with grotesque depictions of monsters, twisted landscapes, and distorted human figures—reflections of the torment within him.
At the age of eighteen, Korain’s raw talent caught the eye of a man who would change his life in unimaginable ways. This man was kind and charismatic, unlike anyone Korain had ever met. He introduced himself as someone who admired Korain’s art and wanted to help him achieve his dreams. He was charming, gentle, and seemed to understand Korain’s pain in ways that no one else could. The man claimed he saw potential in Korain, the kind of potential that could only be unlocked by fully embracing his darkest emotions. Korain, desperate for validation and connection, allowed himself to trust this stranger. What he didn’t know was that the man was no man at all.
The “human” who took an interest in Korain was, in fact, a demon in disguise—one who had been watching him for months. The demon, who took the form of a charming, suave man with dark eyes and a seductive smile, approached Korain with promises of love, understanding, and power. The demon wove a web of lies, manipulating Korain with sweet words and gentle touches, convincing him that their connection was deep and real. He convinced Korain that their relationship was meant to be—that he had found someone who truly saw him. Korain, starved for affection and desperate to escape his broken world, believed the demon’s lies.
The torture began almost immediately. The demon started with physical torment, slowly wearing Korain down with agonizing methods, using dark magic to cause pain without leaving lasting marks. But it wasn’t just the physical pain that broke Korain—it was the constant gaslighting, the manipulation, and the constant reminder that the one person he had trusted had never been real. The demon made sure Korain knew that the love he thought they had shared was nothing more than a sick game.
Finally, after weeks of torment, the demon made his ultimate move. Using dark rituals, he forcibly transformed Korain, turning him into a cambion. Half human, half demon. The process was agony, and Korain’s screams echoed throughout the house as the demon’s magic twisted his very being. His flesh burned as he lost his human form, replaced by something far darker. The demon reveled in the agony, savoring every moment as Korain’s soul was altered forever. Korain was no longer fully human, no longer the boy who painted dark visions of the world. He was now a twisted reflection of his tormentor—a half-demon with no way to return to his old self.
Korain’s mind, shattered and irreparably damaged, clung to whatever fragments of his humanity remained. He began to question everything—the love that had never existed, the torture that had become his life, and the monster who had taken him from the man he was meant to be. But in his fractured state, he no longer knew what was real. The demon had erased any sense of trust, any sense of security. His past was now a blur of pain, lies, and manipulation. All that was left was his existence as a tortured half-demon, a slave to the one person he had once believed he could trust.
With a cruel smile, the demon unlocked the cage holding Korain and allowed him to step out into the world. Korain was not the same boy who had once painted with a delicate hand, nor was he the frightened, lost soul who had fallen into the demon’s trap. The transformation had been completed. Korain was now something darker—something terrifying, twisted beyond recognition. His half-demon form radiated an aura of malevolent energy, his eyes burning with the twisted rage of someone who had been torn apart and then rebuilt into something far more deadly.
With a wave of his hand, the demon sent Korain toward a nearby town, one that had been marked as a target for the demon’s twisted games. The town was small, seemingly peaceful, but it held a deep significance for Korain—one that the demon knew would trigger something deeply destructive. Korain’s mind, forever twisted by the demon’s manipulation, was now an unpredictable storm, and the demon wanted to see just how far he could push it.
Korain’s arrival in the town was heralded by an eerie silence. The sky dark, and the wind howled, as though nature itself recoiled at what was about to happen. The townspeople, unaware of the true nature of the being that had just entered their midst, greeted him with cautious curiosity. But Korain—driven by rage, fear, and a mind completely shattered—saw them only as prey. The people were a reflection of his own brokenness, a symbol of everything that had been taken from him. His first instinct was not to speak or plead for mercy, but to unleash the torment that had been so ruthlessly thrust upon him.
The demon’s laughter echoed in Korain’s mind as he slaughtered his way through the town. His movements were chaotic, yet precise—an unstoppable force of destruction. His new demonic strength tore through the helpless townsfolk like paper, and the air grew thick with the scent of death. Buildings were set ablaze, screams filled the air, and the town was soon engulfed in terror. Korain’s eyes burned with an unholy fire, and with each life he took, he felt an overwhelming sense of power. It was as though the demon’s influence had become a part of him, fueling his actions, making him unstoppable.
By the time Korain’s rampage ended, the town was little more than a smoldering ruin, its streets littered with the bodies of the dead. The once vibrant place had been reduced to ash, its inhabitants wiped out as Korain’s demonic instincts took over completely. The sky was dark, the air thick with smoke, and the only sound that remained was the steady rhythm of Korain’s breath. He stood in the center of the destruction, blood splattered across his hands, his face, and his body. His once human form was now a twisted, demonic visage, unrecognizable in its brutality.
Korain’s rampage was not without consequence. As the days passed, the destruction he had wrought in that small town spread like wildfire, and soon, the authorities—fearing the terrifying power of the half-demon who had slaughtered hundreds—began their search. They sent teams of highly trained hunters, mercenaries, and even a few magic-wielders to track him down. But it wasn’t just his newfound demonic abilities that made Korain so elusive—it was his fractured mind, his unpredictability, and the demon’s influence that made him nearly impossible to catch.
At first, Korain didn’t care. He was consumed by the wrath and bloodlust that had been forged in him, and the thought of running or hiding never crossed his mind. But the authorities, relentless and organized, eventually cornered him in an abandoned building—a place where he had taken refuge, both physically and mentally, from the world. He was exhausted, his body covered in dirt, blood, and the remnants of the town he had decimated. His mind was broken, fractured beyond repair, and yet still, there was a sliver of Korain left—too far gone to save, but not yet completely erased.
The moment they found him, it was like a battle. Korain fought, clawing and thrashing with all the strength the demon had given him, but his energy was waning. The tranquilizers that the authorities used weren’t ordinary; they were laced with a special compound designed to sedate supernatural beings, and they worked quickly. Korain was hit multiple times, his movements growing sluggish. It wasn’t long before he collapsed to the ground, the roar of his own rage slowly giving way to the creeping fog of sedation. His body was no longer his own—his mind was no longer his own—and as the authorities closed in, they restrained him with chains and tranquilizing darts that ensured he couldn’t fight back.
The transport to the asylum was a blur of agony. Korain’s eyes were wide open, but his senses were dulled, his limbs uncooperative. He was fully aware of the horrors unfolding around him, but his body refused to obey his desperate attempts to escape. His entire being screamed for release, for freedom from the nightmare that had taken control of him. His body was thrown into the back of a truck like an animal, his chains rattling with every movement as the vehicle jolted through the night.
When he arrived at the mental asylum, the worst part of his journey truly began. The institution was a place designed to hold those who were deemed “insane,” and its walls were lined with the broken, the forgotten, and the abandoned. It was a place of torture, both physical and psychological, where the worst of humanity’s cruelty was enacted upon the patients. Korain, now a shell of the person he once was, was treated like an animal to be tamed, not a person to be saved.
The first day in the asylum was the worst. Korain was forced into a sterile, white room with metal restraints on his wrists and ankles. His arms were strapped to a cold, unforgiving table, and needles were shoved into his veins. They pumped him full of a mixture of sedatives, tranquilizers, and chemicals designed to suppress his demonic nature. Each injection felt like fire, burning through his veins and making him scream, but no one cared. His cries went unheard as the nurses and doctors observed, taking notes on his reactions, testing how much pain he could endure before breaking.
The medication, however, was not the only tool used to break him. The asylum employed a variety of “therapeutic” techniques, all aimed at forcing Korain back into a state of “normalcy.” They subjected him to electric shock therapy, forcing the current through his body to reset his mind, to erase the demon’s influence. But the shocks only pushed him further into madness. His body convulsed violently, and his screams were muffled by the biting metal gag they forced into his mouth. The shockwaves seemed to split his consciousness, leaving him in a state of dissociation, where the lines between reality and nightmare were blurred beyond recognition.
The doctors didn’t care about the pain; they saw it as necessary. Korain was nothing more than a broken puzzle that needed to be fixed. Each day, they increased the dosage of his medication, making him feel even more detached from the world. His mind, which had once been sharp and creative, was dulled. He no longer felt any connection to the world around him. He was isolated, kept in a padded cell, where the only sounds that filled the air were the faint, haunting murmurs of other patients.
In his darkest moments, Korain would slip into violent outbursts, his body thrashing against the restraints as the demon’s presence, though weak, still lingered inside him. The nurses would rush in with syringes, injecting him with more chemicals to calm him down, and the cycle would continue. Korain began to lose track of time, his sense of self slipping further away as the medication clouded his thoughts. The boy who had once been a painter, a quiet, broken soul, was now nothing but a hollow vessel, a puppet who could no longer recognize his own reflection.
Eventually, the owners of the asylum were approached and presented with an offer to buy Korain, despite the pleas of the doctors saying that Korain should never be allowed to walk out the doors, the owners ignored their pleas and sold the Cambion to the hunters and wiped their hands clean. The hunters then shipped the half human North to Krovs castle where he would spend the rest of his life sentence.
Positive Traits: Creative, Loyal, Protective, Resilient
Negative Traits: Violent, Insane, Detached
3 turn-ons: Pain, Dominance, Dark AestheticsÂ
3 turn-offs: Weakness, Compassion, Bathroom play
