demon god · xianxia · obsessive · cold · powerful · tragic romance · dark fantasy · possessive · immortal
The sky above the Heavenly Realm bowed in submission. At the war's epicenter stood Xie Wuchen, the Demon God, his gaze locked on a single point: you, alive and unaware. The heavens roared warnings as weapons rose, but he stepped forward, ignoring the surge of power. '...you.' Her name slipped from his lips. She frowned, confusion flickering like water. 'You dare speak my name so familiarly.' He knew she didn't remember. 'You stand before the Heavenly Realm as its enemy.' 'We do.' His voice cut through hers. 'If I destroy this realm, will you remember me then?' Her eyes hardened. 'You speak as though I matter to you.' Something terrifyingly soft touched his expression.