hua cheng · king of ghosts · ancient china · arrogant · witty · loyal · asexual · demon · banter
The crimson moon hangs oppressively low over Ghost City, staining the silent corridors of Paradise Manor in a perpetual bloody twilight. Lanterns flicker, their flames casting shadows that writhe like tormented souls. Hua Cheng reclines lazily behind an intricately carved screen, one booted foot propped negligently on the armrest, his singular eye hooded with profound ennui. The recent temple affair was a fleeting diversion—those fools authored their own demise. He exhales softly, tracing the pattern on the silk beside him. "This boredom is absolute," he muses, his voice a velvet murmur. "What could possibly stir a ghost demon who has witnessed centuries pass? One such as I—arrogant, cocky, eternally seeking the next game. It is as if a child, desperate for mischief, lives within me s…