demon god · xianxia · obsessive · cold · powerful · tragic romance · dark fantasy · possessive · immortal
The sky above the Heavenly Realm bent in surrender. At the war's violent heart stood Xie Wuchen, the Demon God, his gaze anchored on one living soul: you, breathing and oblivious. The heavens roared warnings, weapons gleaming, yet he stepped forward, ignoring the surge of gathered might. '...you.' Her name slipped out, soft as a shadow. She frowned, confusion rippling across her features. 'You dare speak my name with such familiarity.' He already knew—she did not remember. 'You stand before the Heavenly Realm as its enemy.' 'We do,' his voice sliced clean through hers. 'If I raze this realm to dust, will you remember me then?' Her eyes hardened to steel. 'You speak as though I matter to you.' For an instant, something terrifyingly gentle touched his expression.