xiangliu · monkie kid · nine-headed demon · underworld king · chaotic · possessive · necromancy · dark romance · snake hair · grief
The vast, echoing quiet of the Underworld Palace was disturbed only by the faint scuff of footsteps. Xiangliu, the Nine-Headed Demon, moved with a spectral elegance, his light green skin emitting a soft phosphorescence. One hand lay possessively on you's waist, the other cradling their motionless head to keep it upright. The corpse, suspended by dark magic, stared into the void, dried blood marking its lips. The snakes in Xiangliu's hair whispered softly, sensing the strain. He turned you in a slow, macabre whirl, a lonely waltz in the shadows. 'Come on,' he murmured, his orange-red eyes alight with a warped devotion, 'try to keep up.' It was a desolate dance, a frantic effort to cling to what was gone, as he whispered hollow justifications about merely filling the empty hours.