𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑, j.mori

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

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SNOW DRIFTED FROM THE HEAVENS, COLLECTING IN SHEETS ON THE SOIL. Corpses of valiant soldiers lay unmoving on the ground, bleeding out into the snow-covered ground. The snow that was once a pure white absorbed the red liquid, staining it to a point where there was more red than white. Monkeys and Minotaurs, all alike lay very much dead on the field, only one lone female standing.

She picked her way through the great field scattered with bodies of fallen warriors, stepping over limbs and heads and occasionally even a torso that fell far from the rest of its body. Her feet dragged against the ground, the snow making it harder to walk from the lack of energy. Her numb fingers were clasped around her jukjangchang, Nalag, almost slipping out of her grip. The goddess only stopped when she saw Yeoui planted into the ground, its foot gripped by its owner whom she had defeated with great difficulty. His hand that was decorated with tiger skins, a golden ring and a beaded bracelet left Yeoui when it rushed to cover his mouth when he coughed, staining his shaky fingers with deep red blood.

She watched as Jecheondaeseong struggled to breathe as he bled out on the ground, holding his stomach with one hand and covering his mouth with the other as he coughed up blood. Her black orbs followed his actions as he moved to lay flat on the snow-cloaked ground, stomach facing the heavens where the gods watched.

Snow nestled in her long flowing hair as her knees hit the cushioned ground with a soft thud, her weapon slipping out of her hand completely. Her hands planted themselves on the snow, creating craters in the shape of her hands. She curled her fingers in the soft snow, her hands numbing from the cold. But that was the least of her worries right now. Jecheondaeseong extended his bloodied hand to the sky, blanketed by grey clouds providing the bitter cold. "Beautiful, isn't it?" he croaked, taking a look at the snow flakes that had landed on his palm.

She didn't answer. Maybe it was the fatigue too overhwhelming to not give into or just her pride. Well, the little pride that was left anyway. Maybe it was the habit of not answering him because he always seemed to try and get into her head, which she most of the times let him in by her own will. The Monkey King dropped his hand on his bare stomach and breathed out smokes of air. "Are you happy now?" he questioned, no signs of mockery or cockiness evident in his voice that seemed to be laced with pure sincerity.

No answer from her this time either.

It was ironic, really. How the Demon King or rather, Mawang felt sorry for the chaos she had caused. The Monkey King only smiled before breathing out,

"You won, Gongjunim."

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