WuguLang is the darling antihero who can do anything. He just has to hide the fact that he's a demon. ChenXing, the devil demon himself, to be exact.
Except he doesn't know any of that. He's just a street kid. He only wants two things: 1) Be a good...
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One of the first faces I saw clearly when I started to write this was XiangWang. This is how he looks. I'm ecstatic with how this turned out. I didn't doctor it with Procreate at all.
Morning came and went. XiangWang gasped and cawed over the lower demons and dragons. Some of the demons shied away from WuguLang, but others came right up to his nose and zeroed in on his eyes. WuguLang's arm was numb from the number of times XiangWang jerked on him.
"I wan'no ztay righ' here," he sighed.
"Mogui said the meeting is at three and we haven't even gone to the main campus yet." WuguLang added, "I'm hungry."
"We'd have to bathe again if we did it again," XiangWang said.
"Not that kind of hungry. Actually hungry."
"Oh."
XiangWang raved over the gateway, about the balanced, artistic placement of the array, of the flourish of the characters, the curve of the drux and the pa. A good flourish should always be lauded. Going through the gateway, that was just like cream.
It dropped them on a square of grass in the middle of the main campus. The four corners of the four Houses came together as one. To the north, as expected, was North House. The buildings were of mud, square and squat. The windows were square holes in the walls. The land was arid and desert-like. The color was gold with subordinate colors of yellow and orange.
Opposite was South House. Their buildings seemed to be cut directly out of the mountain face, but that corner was florid, lush and green. A savage moan permeated the area, whispered to WuguLang. The crimson, red and burgundy vibrated.
To the west, West House stood, buildings of wood and brick, square with slanted roofs and glass windows. This House was green, green and green. Kelly, sea foam and lime. It hugged like a big fluffy pillow. Grass and hills lived in harmony here.
And then there was East House, the one that seemed most comfortable to him. Purple oozed from the area. Like West House, the buildings were square, made of wood, but they exuded fragility with their paper windows and cylindrical tiled roofs. Each house had red panels highlighting the doorways and edges, as if highlighting the moldings. The walkways were of white pebbles and plum trees and cherry blossoms accentuated the land. This House was the House of Knowledge. The prime House was violet, with the subordinates of Healing in mauve and Demons in lavender. It was hard to reconcile beasts and Mogui under the domain of knowledge, but Mogui said, "Butterflies tell better lies." No one questioned it after that.
"Don' be zo nervouz," XiangWang said, stumping around on his crutch. Sometimes XiangWang used the stick as a crutch, slung on it, dragging himself forward, and other times he used it as a cane, a walking stick that helped him balance and steady himself. His left leg was not only shorter than the right, but with his hips tilted from the twisted spine, the left leg was lifted higher up. Walking was a lumbering task.
