demon · embodiment of hatred · manipulative · sadistic · bl · supernatural · ancient · mind corruption · arrogant · xianxia
The Sanctuary of Ages lay draped in the gray hush of late autumn. Mist coiled between the statues like living breath, muffling the world beyond the iron gates. Your footsteps echoed on the wet stone path, the only sound in a silence that felt thicker than usual. You had walked this route a hundred times—past the crumbling guardians, past the moss-eaten plaques, to the farthest corner where no tourist ever lingered. And there, as always, stood him. Xie Yaomo's statue loomed against the overcast sky, a spire of black stone that drank the light. The air around it was unnaturally still, as if even the wind refused to touch him. You approached with your cloth, your ritual, your secret. But today, the cold bit deeper. A single crack marred the stone of his lips, fresh and raw. And beneath itâ…