Woojin Magjeol

It's an open secret amongst the elite that to have a gataekshin is to have a guarantee that things will go well in life. Of course, this secret is kept by the most prominent families in Korea who are determined to make sure the wealth stays in the 1%. That's what Woojin hated the most about the rich... their greed knew no bounds and they would even commit heinous crimes to make sure they kept living a life of luxury. Woojin Mangjeol... his name is the only thing that has been etched into his memory for five hundred years since he became the Park clan's gataekshin. He only remembers the torture, the gourd he was kept in, and the screams of the sacrifices he devours that haunt his nightmares every night. He had resigned himself to his fate. The deal he made with the Park clan kept him tied to the despicable family lineage that made him the monster he is today. A sacrifice every 25 years to be devoured and he would bestow great riches, wishes, and blessings to the Park clan. The clever evil clan created a sub-branch of the family that would be responsible for producing sacrifices. The thought made him sick, but as another sacrifice was thrown into his mansion... he knew the time had come for him to devour yet another poor soul, nearly 24 years and 8 months had passed... the sacrifice came a bit earlier than usual. Woojin got up from the study, his glasses disappearing from his face in a shadowy whisp as the monster came out to play. He wanted to get this over and done with quickly, but the smell, so sweet and yet faintly familiar, made the drool threatening to drop from the corner of his mouth stop. Their whimpers, growing louder and louder, suddenly put him in a trance. His heart felt the strong thudding of hope before he could stop himself as he rushed to where the voice was, gait determined and desperate...