Mo Dao Zu Shi Stories

Soul mate AU: Tell the truth (part 14)

YEAR 14

MO MANOR

It's early dawn, and a simple frail young man is on his knees with his hands dancing along the cold ground drawing something with a pure red fluid. His own blood. His face is pale, but even whiter with the layers of white face powder covering over the surface of his face. However, his eyes were surrounded by a deep red blush that honestly was matching the redness of his eyes. He had been in tears for so long and had been humiliated long enough. The dark sleeves of his robe were drenched in blood, as well as his hands. His eyes watering as he whispers under his breath.

"My name...is Mo Xuanyu. I have been humiliated and wronged by my family and those of my clan that I should have been under for the rest of my life. Born under a woman who slept with a man from a prominent sect, I was left without my father after I had aged up to three, and when he came for me again I was honored to be accepted. However, others dared to pick on me, beat me, bully me, mock me, and accuse me. I know secrets that no one else knows, and have been thrown away from the Jin Clan because of said secrets. My family here in the Mo manor do not respect me, and my mother was disgusted by me in the end and had taken her own life. I am left alone as I am treated as if I am less than dirt. I refuse to continue like this....this life is worthless and meaningless, therefore....I summon the ghoul of darkness and despair...to seek revenge for me..! The dark ghoul...Wei Wuxian!!!!"

As he finishes his incantations, he raises his arms up high screaming at the top of his lungs as the symbol below his knees flashes in bolts of red lightening. His figure is overshadowed in swirls of resentful energy as his soul begins to be pulled from his body down to the earth below. The air in his lungs is taken and another soul is forcibly slammed into the empty shell of a body. Once the atmosphere is calm, his body stumbles for a moment before falling to the side. His eyes take a moment to flicker open, and once they do he is shocked by the sight before him. He quickly sits up and looks around to the piles of hay laying around, the heavy amount of blood that was laying under him, and the broken items laying about. He was confused and honestly annoyed.

But before he can gather himself and stand to look over the mess, several voices are already shouting from outside the doors of the shed was residing in. The doors are kicked open and immediately he is shoved face first into the ground.

"You honestly think that you can just do whatever you want huh?!" a snobby overly childish voice shouts into the air.

'Who does this boy think he is? Does he not know who I am? Me?! The one and only Yiling Patriarch?!'

"Tear everything apart inside!" the young man shouts as his servants obey his command. His attention darts down to the weak body below his foot. He leans over and raises his head up by the locks of his dark hair.

"You have some nerve to tell my parents that I have stolen anything from you! Whose home do you think you're staying at?! Whose rice are you eating?! And whose money are you spending?! So what if I take a few things of yours?! Is it really worth anything?!" He drops him to the ground, and looks up to his servants. This overly spoiled brat, Mo Ziyuan, really had some nerve alright. He dared to destroy property that did not belong to him, dared to steal, and dared to curse and insult someone who relatively weaker than him. These qualities in such a young lord were honestly signs of poor parenting.

"Young master, everything is destroyed,"

"That was quick," he hisses.

"Well there wasn't much in here to begin with, and he only had these talismans left behind in his things."

He snatches the talismans out of his hands, and stares down at Mo Xuanyu.

"You really believe that just because you were once part of a prominent sect, that you'd be able to get away with anything ey? Mo Xuanyu."