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Everyone had heard of the Demon King at least once. Whether in the mortal world or among the gods, no one truly knew if he was real or just an ancient rumor passed down the centuries. Some said his power could shake both heaven and earth, others claimed he was nothing more than a shadow, a legend meant to scare children. And the truth? The truth was simpler and far more insane. Xue Yan, known as the Demon King, lived his own life and had grown bored of everything he knew
One day, to escape that same predictable routine, he started thinking about what he could do that he never experienced before. Months passed, and still no idea came to his mind. Until one day, while reading news from the mortal world, his eyes stopped on a single word: “God” in that moment, everything became clear, and Xue Yan shouted
-I’LL BECOME A GODDAMN GOD!
A decision that would never change everything. Not for power. Not for glory. Not for those who had ever heard his name and trembled in fear. Simply for pleasure, to break free from the same predictable life.
A great advantage for Xue Yan was that no one knew his true form. Some said he was a hideous creature, others claimed he was an extremely handsome man. The truth was completely different. Yan looked like an ordinary young man; short black hair with read streaks, two braids falling from the sides of his head, white eyes that might suggest blindness, yest hid far more within them. He wore white and red robes, and in his hand he held a red fan with a jade pendant, a weapon that in his hands was as beautiful as it was deadly. Xue Yan ruled over blood ; i a single moment, he could drain it from any living being and enc its life. However, despite the power, Yan did not enjoy violence very much, even though he didn’t exactly avoid it when necessary , which might seem strange considering he was the Demon King.
In a flash of red light, Xue Yan was transported from his own world-the realm of demons- to the heavens. The air filled with the sound of gongs, and golden and white light reflected off the marble columns of the gods’ council hall. Everyone present turned their glaze toward him.
Xue Yan landed lightly on one foot, his white and red robes flowing trough the air as he moved. The red fan hung at his waist, its jade ornament catching the light. Every movement he made was confident, almost provocatively so exactly what one would expect from the Demon King who had decided, for fun, to become a god
At that moment, his glaze landed on him- a handsome, rigid man whose calm aura stood in stark contrast to Xue Yan’s chaos. A t first sight, Yan could tell one thing; he would not like him at all