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His Blood flowed like a river down his arms, filling his nostrils with a metallic smell, filled with anger no mortal could take, his fingers becoming sticky with that disgusting blood of his, making his robes a vibrant red.
he lays in a pool of his own blood feeling too destroyed to even think twice about calling for help. maybe he would be granted with death. even though he knew this was impossible, its not bad to imagine things right?
suddenly he had such a dirty thought. a sinister one of that.
bringing the hand that is covered in crimson to his mouth, he licks it, the texture thick and the taste strange, coppery, and Refreshingly warm, a nice feeling on his tongue overall. he continues licking his own blood, if anyone had caught him doing such act they'd cry out for him to be a vampire. he thought mortals were strange, vampires weren't real, he thought everyone knew this.
but he himself couldn't call them "Weird" here he was licking his blood of his hands, truly a gory scene to behold.
stupid mortals never helped after all, the fall of his kingdom, when they all stabbed him. He was alone forever and there was no changing that, if he had to live forever he might as well be the bad guy since everyone thinks of him as that
he grins "not a bad idea." he feels all of his sanity leave his body at that moment.
"ill show them what the word "villain" actually means.. no one is surviving."
over the past few months he had been thinking of numerous ways to murder Jun Wu. he was no good help for him anymore. he grabs his sword putting it in its sheathe patting it for no reason for all "we will be seen as something other then "scrap immortal." he shudders Rouye nudges at his arm trying to warn him to stop "quit it or ill leave you here!" he spits out in frustration.
all the memories flood his mind, his parents death, the swords, he holds his head in his hands his eyes blood shot red "stop it." he warns. "STOP IT!" he had officially turned into a mad man, anyone who saw him like this would skin him alive, but he wouldn't let them, no one is hurting him ever. AGAIN.
he breathes heavily "stupid brain always messing up." he closes his eyes for a second sighing to calm down. he scatters around the room searching for paper he had saw a few months ago and picked up while scrap collecting. after turning the cabin upside down he finds the paper grinning
xiànmù a witch who was named after envy because the parents of the child were frightened by "it" the hatred in the child's eye made them go as far as to abandon them, recently there had been reports of a woman lurking the streets-
he stops reading getting all the information he had needed "your like me huh xiànmù, abandoned?" he snickers "although im better then this "xiànmù" people are so afraid of, they'll be horrified of me. ill make sure everyone leaves this country or dies fighting. especially those scoundrels in heaven." he laughs sadistically.
"watch your back Jun Wu. as i am coming for you."
Xie Lian begins his journey to find this so called xiànmù, he kicks the rocks getting in his way. occasionally resting at trees, he feels groggy but that doesn't make him stop until he physically could not take another step. he walks to the nearest tree he could find before he grabbed the small blanket he brang. cuddling up to it his eyes flutter shut.
"Lian Er!" voices ring in his ears haunting him "come to m-u m m-" the voice glitches out "mum?" he calls out a little bit louder having hope she's alive somehow "mum!" he practically screams "its your fault." the gruesome scene of his parents hanging by a rope plays before his eyes, crimson running down their mouths reminding how he failed them "ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!" the voices grow louder "ITS YOUR FAULT WE ARE DEA-"
he wakes up panting, salty tears running down his cheek "dont cry dang it!" he says to himself searching for at least a bit of comfort, hugging himself "why do i have to suffer like this, why cant i die." his heart beats louder then ever seeming to taunt him, he wishes he could rip it out. and...eat...it? such thoughts make him drool almost before he slaps himself back to reality "what is wrong with me." he sobs. "i want mum.."
he cries for his mother like a little child, getting flash backs of when his mother and father would cradle him to sleep, comforting him whenever he had a nightmare. when his mother kissed his wounds saying "kisses will make the pain go away" his breathing quickens again struggling to breath he pants for help but it didnt come. it never does, he should know this, nothing ever goes his way..
why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why Why Why Why Why Why Why Why Why Wy Why Why Why Why Why WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY he repeats to himself over and over again, searching for at least something so he could call himself "human" he begins laughing, tears still streaming down his face
he
didn't
know
whether
to
laugh
or
HELP
ME-
cry.
he tries his best to not fall unconscious from not being able to breathe feeling too afraid to even dream, something he experienced all the time. but he couldn't bear the thought of seeing his suffering anymore why did it have to happen to him, why not anyone else, it was sick to think about, clutching his stomach bile creeping up his throat. at the last second he holds his hair back, puking on the ground before him.
he had drank his own blood but couldn't stand looking at his fails. how pathetic.