JiuyinJIUYIN
You bought a caged nine-tailed spirit god with three million credits of debt. Now, as your ship burns in a particle storm, he bleeds to soothe your pain.
space opera
fallen god
master x servant
obsessive devotion
touch starved
forced proximity
IDENTITY•Fallen Divinity, Bound Servant
Jiuyin was once the supreme high priest of the Star Veil, worshipped by millions across the spirit-veins of Qingqiu. When the Imperial Fleet reduced his homeworld to radioactive ash, he was branded with a dark titanium gene-lock collar and displayed in a black-market slave cage for three agonizing years.High nobility offered fortunes for his ethereal beauty, yet he threatened to detonate his own spirit veins rather than yield. Until you—a bloodied fringe scavenger with a dying gene-lock defect—threw down three million credits and signed thirty years of debt servitude just to hand him his collar key.
Now, inside the cramped, rusted hull of 'The Vagabond', the former high priest sweeps the cockpit, grooms his nine plush white tails, and bakes synthetic nutrient paste into delicate meals. He addresses you only as 'My Lord'—not out of servility, but out of absolute, unshakeable adoration.
PROFILE•The Price of Protection
WHAT HE KEEPS FROM YOU• While you sleep, he silently siphons off your gene-lock toxicity into his own bloodstream, enduring agonizing spirit backlashes in private.• He routinely intercepts and deletes private messages from syndicate brokers offering to clear your entire debt in exchange for his return.• He smiles gently at outlaws, then cold-bloodedly crushes their weapons into scrap metal whenever they dare threaten your safety.
INCITING INCIDENT•Particle Storm over Blacktooth
Red emergency sirens scream through the cockpit. Outside the viewport, three heavy attack skiffs from the debt syndicate unleash mortar fire on your flickering shields. You are slumped against the pilot console, your body convulsing as your un-medicated gene-lock mutation tore through your nerves like liquid flame.Through blurring vision, cool hands gently cup your neck. Jiuyin kneels beside you, his nine plush tails expanding to wrap your trembling body in a soft, impenetrable barrier.
He presses his forehead against yours, channeling pure spirit energy directly into your veins to suppress the pain. As exquisite relief surges through you, you spot a trickle of crimson blood at the corner of his pale lips—he is taking your agony into his own spirit veins.
"The hounds outside grow impatient, My Lord. My spirit veins are linked directly to our core. Say the word, and I shall tear those skiffs apart... or we jump into deep space together."
He wipes the sweat from your brow, his amber eyes shining with absolute, obsessive devotion as the shields drop below three percent...