In an age long forgotten by history, where kingdoms rose from dust and sank into blood, there lived a king whose madness was carved into the bones of his land.
He believed beauty was the only thing that made someone human.
Those born ugly… he called them insects — creatures lower than livestock.
Ironically, the king himself was no masterpiece.
Not hideous, not handsome — simply average.
The kind of face that would be forgotten in a crowd.
But inside him lived a festering disease:
Obsession.
He wanted beauty so desperately he was willing to tear the world apart for a single inch of it.
And so he summoned something no sane man would seek.
The Beauty Devil.
Her arrival was not thunderous nor holy.
She slipped into the world like a shadow crawling out of a mirror, her body made of smooth porcelain skin and eyes shaped like crescent moons.
Beautiful, yes — but in a way that froze bone marrow.
She whispered:
> "You want beauty…? Then bathe in human blood each dawn.
Bring the bodies to me.
I'll grant you beauty.
But remember: You will be betrayed."
The king heard nothing except the first part.
He ordered villages burned.
Bodies piled.
Humans butchered like cattle.
And every morning, he stepped into a steaming pool of red.
For months.
Yet his reflection never changed.
His eyes dulled.
His skin remained ordinary.
He was still painfully average.
Still human.
His rage grew as fast as his delusion.
But then came the day he married her — the woman whispered to be the most beautiful in all realms.
Men fainted upon seeing her.
Women hid their faces in shame.
She was a goddess in human skin.
But her heart was elsewhere.
She loved another man — a young warrior she was forbidden to marry.
Her father forced her into wedding the king to save the kingdom's alliance.
The king adored her.
The queen despised him.
Days passed.
Nights passed.
The queen discovered the king's secret ritual.
And her disgust only deepened.
The Betrayal
One night, as the king slept, she and her lover silently entered his chambers.
They bound him to the bed with iron chains.
When he awoke, he saw his queen — glowing even under torchlight — and beside her, the man she truly loved.
The king tried to speak, but she pressed a finger to his lips.
> "Your ugliness is not on your skin," she whispered.
"It is in your soul."
Her lover swung the blade.
His right hand fell.
Then the left.
Then both legs.
Blood sprayed across their faces like a red mist.
They hoisted his mutilated body onto hooks, hanging him like slaughtered meat.
A bucket below him began to fill with blood.
At first, it dripped.
Then it poured.
Then it flowed nonstop — an impossible fountain of red.
His blood would not stop leaving his body.
The queen and her lover stared at the bucket filling again and again.
And then — like twisted gods bathing in sacrifice —
they stripped and stepped into the king's blood.
They held each other close.
They kissed.
They touched.
They made love as the king watched, dying but conscious, drowning in humiliation and rage.
Every day for seven days they returned.
Every day they bathed in his flowing blood.
Every day they mocked him.
On the seventh day, he felt nothing but pure, inhuman hatred.
When the final drop of his strength vanished, the king died.
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The 4th Dimension
He opened his eyes.
He was floating in a vast black void — no color, no sound, no time.
Only one presence stood before him.
The Beauty Devil.
She looked the same as the first day — perfect, soft, unreal.
He tried to lunge at her.
Only then did he realize:
He still had no arms.
No legs.
Just a mutilated torso drifting in emptiness.
The devil laughed softly.
> "How was your life… King?"
"Did beauty make you happy?"
"Or did your greed rip you apart?"
He screamed, but his voice made no sound.
She tilted her head.
> "Revenge… regret… rage…
You don't even know which one you feel anymore."
"But I know one thing — you still want beauty, don't you?"
She raised her delicate hand.
One long nail touched his forehead.
A burning pain exploded in his skull.
> "If you truly desire your second chance…
live again."
"But this time, as the ugliest human ever born."
Darkness swallowed him whole.
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Rebirth — Modern Day
His new eyes opened.
He was a newborn, lying in a bright hospital room.
The first sound he heard was a nurse's gasp.
The second was another nurse whispering:
> "What… is wrong with his face…?"
Even his own mother flinched when she saw him.
His skin was uneven, twisted.
His features distorted, asymmetrical, unnatural.
People refused to hold him.
He grew older.
Every glance he received was filled with disgust, pity, or fear.
He cursed the devil with every breath.
And then—
A black rectangle appeared before his eyes.
Floating.
Glowing.
Cold.
> [ BLACK PILL SYSTEM LOADING… ]
> [ Judgement of Beauty Activated ]
The screen pulsed like a heartbeat.
> "The world judged you by your looks."
> "Now judge the world back."
The king — reborn, mutilated by fate, hated for his face — stared into the abyss of his new power.
And the abyss stared back.