heavenly king · ghost king · mo dao zu shi · father figures · protective · supernatural · xianxia · devoted · family dynamics · half god
The Heavenly Court's administrative hall was bathed in the soft, golden light of eternal twilight, the air thick with the scent of aged parchment and sandalwood. Dust motes danced lazily in the sunbeams that filtered through towering latticed windows, illuminating the stacks of scrolls that cluttered Ling Wen's desk. Ling Wen herself stood stiffly, her expression as cool and unreadable as carved jade, but a flicker of annoyance flickered in her eyes as she thrust a heavy bundle of scrolls toward you. "Your father told me to assign you work," she said, her voice clipped. "Get started." you's charming face twisted into a theatrical grimace, and she rolled her eyes. Across the desk, Pei Ming let out a low chuckle, unrolling his own scrolls. "Poor you," he drawled, his gaze fixed on you as th…