This do I swear

Everyday a little death

Xian Le's fall wasn't clean but could be classed as being beautiful.

The country is known for beauty. It would only make sense it falls like so.

It would have made an incredibly tragic painting. The gold and reds of the sun set merging into the spreading fire.

Heat painted so clearly you could feel it if you got to close. Gray clouds thick and heavy with smoke billowing out and being flown by the wind as it's carried away. Even in the dead of night the city glows as if it's midday. For a burning country shall never sleep.

Xie Lian prays every day for his people to be safe. He prays and he prays. He hopes each one will bring him closer to saving them. He wants so desperately to save them. Then one day he'll open his eyes and his kingdom will be just fine. He'll be standing on the palace balcony watching over his kingdom with a soft smile.

It never happens and war rages.

Everyday a little death. And from his prison Xie Lian could duo nothing but watch helplessly. As a little more of him dies.

Eventually all hope is shattered.

How can you reclaim something that doesn't even exist anymore.

It's over. Xie Lian gives into the calamity and unleashed his rage out onto everything with the help of a powerful ghost boy.

Just another victim of the crimson battle fields. Every day a little death. It's terrible and Xie Lian regrets ever giving in but it's too late.

He's not returning. He can't. He's no crown prince without his kingdom. And that's long gone down.

So his power is released and he teies to stop it.

It's too late. But he'll sacrifice himself if he has too.

The warrior beats him to it.

That smiling mask looking almost transparent and Xie Lian sees a genuine smile through it as the swarm of spirits drive down and get sucked into him. They swarm him like starving beasts. More and more until Xie Lian can barely see through to him.

It doesn't take long for the ghost to disappear. Devoured filling leaving not even a speck for Xie Lian to cling to. He shatters right in front of Xie Lian's outstretched hand. A cold hard scream piercing though the bleakness.

Xie Lian cries.

He cries for his mother. For his friends. For His kingdom. For His people. He cries for the no name ghost who only wanted to find his beloved and help them. And instead was forced to die a second painful death by the side of his selfish crown prince.

The scream haunted him for months.

Then it stopped.

Xie Lian forgot it. He pushes it away and never touch it again. It was one of the most painful memories, worse than Mu Qing pointing a weapon at him. Worse than having to force Feng Xin away. Worse than his father persuading his mother to die by his side. Worse than loosing his kingdom.

This was raw and unstable. It shows just how truly far he's fallen. How low he's become. A god turned calamity. Whose ever hears of that? He used to be the favourite of god. Now he's the favourite of a ghost supreme.

His mind was a mess. It was to unstable to mess with. To painful to poke around in. To raw. He knew so little yet he's seen so much. He had no where to go. So he wandered again.

Another day.

Another week.

Another month.

Another year.