"He did this to me..so he would be king."
Her back was faced towards him. She was vengeful and hurt allowing the memories to return to her. A man she had once knew, betraying her as if she was nothing. Her world turned red for a mere second.
His eyes never left you. His eyes were not dim nor his natural vigor diminished. He was infatuated. The way her hair was parted, how her clothing hugged her figure seamlessly. It was as if she had never aged. You were as beautiful as the day you had left him. It made him nostalgic to know that she had stayed the same after all of these centuries. But the distance she had created between them made his soul ache. He wished to hold her as he did all those years ago. He yearned for her. A sudden current shook his body. He watched as your breaths slowed and sped as the jolt of electricity left her breathless. He had to get her out of here.
In little to no time he came up with an idea that would free not only himself but her. "Hey DBK!" He grinned, "You remember when we were younger and I just so happened to imprison you under that small pebble." He mocked his imprisonment, watching as his figure lit up within seconds with fury. His chest heaved, "Wukong.." he seethed, tempting him to continue. Wukong gladly seethed the opportunity, shrugging his shoulders, "I thought you were so tough back then but low and behold –" He scoffed holding back a laugh,"I mean even I could escape a rock that size, wouldn't you think?" He laughed cockily, tilting his head to get a better glimpse of the enraged bull.
"It was a mountain!" He roared using all his might and brute force to escape the webbing. As if on cue electricity surged throughout the entirety of the room, thinning out the webbing; more so to DBK. His determination to escape was in no mood to stop as he continued to abruptly move about. In a matter of seconds his webbing snapped and as did hers. (Y/n) fell to the ground harshly as DBK moved to slam Wukong to the ground. She quickly moved her eyes away from them, if he had killed him she did not care. The webs had taken much of her strength but she was not about to stay. She lifted herself from the ground, using her arms as support. A sudden mist filled the room, she lifted her head being face to face with a girl.
Beautifully pale skin with sickening blue hues. "I know you.." she mumbled looking at the girl. She held an intensity in her that she could not place a finger on. This was no ordinary girl; no. This was the embodiment of death. "My..could it be," she spoke with authority, "Why it is." As if answering her own question she cocked her head to (Y/n). "Mistress (Y/n) a pleasure, to make your acquaintance." She knelt in front of her, gripping her by the throat. Instinctively she shot out vines that thrashed around the woman. "(Y/n)! " Wukong shouted, alarmed. "My isn't this just destiny that we have all met again. It's not everyday I meet the Monkey King and Mistress (Y/n)." She stated to no one in particular, she turned to the woman in hand observing how her vibrant green hues flickered on and off with distress as she struggled to take in oxygen. "How intriguing..where are your wings." She looked into your glassy hues, watching as the color flickered in between your half breaths. She closed her eyes, feeling as the last bit of air left her body. She felt herself being picked up and settled onto the floor. Her body began to function once more as she took in large breaths of air repeatedly. Through half-lidded eyes she made out a figure standing above her protectively.
"You should've stayed buried, bone demon," Wukong seethed, his voice filled with a deep, simmering rage that resonated through the air. The words dripped with an ancient grudge, a history of battles fought and enemies defeated.
The name echoed in her mind, a faint recognition flickering amidst the haze of her weakened state. With great effort, she forced her eyes open, her gaze fixed upon the unfolding scene before her. Wukong, his muscular form standing tall and proud, confronted a figure shrouded in darkness and malice. The bone demon exuded an aura of sinister power, its malevolence palpable in the air.
As Wukong faced off against the bone demon, his chest heaved with exertion, his breaths coming in labored gasps. The weight of their shared history seemed to hang heavily upon his broad shoulders, lending an air of profound significance to the confrontation.
"How peculiar," the bone demon sneered, her voice dripping with condescension and twisted amusement. "Sun Wukong... Mistress (Y/n). Have you eloped with one another?" The words carried a hint of mockery, a suggestion of forbidden love and clandestine affairs.
In that moment, the room seemed to hold its breath, the tension between Wukong and the bone demon crackling in the air. The enigmatic connection between Wukong and (Y/n) came to the forefront, leaving her weak and vulnerable, yet fiercely intrigued by the depth of their shared past.
Eloped!
Her eyes widened in shock at the bone demon's audacious remark, the implications crashing over her like a tidal wave. A mixture of disbelief and apprehension gripped her, her heart racing in her weakened state. She tried to make sense of the accusation, her mind frantically searching for answers.
Wukong's face remained stoic, his expression a mask of unyielding determination as he locked eyes with the bone demon. His features betrayed none of the turmoil that churned within him, but his gaze burned with a searing intensity, a silent challenge issued to his opponent.
The bone demon cackled with sinister delight, reveling in the chaos it had stirred. Its voice dripped with malicious amusement as it continued its taunting assault on Wukong's honor and the bond they supposedly had shared. "My, it is true!" the bone demon sneered, the sound echoing through the room like the crack of a whip. "It will bring me such joy to ruin one of your lovers once more, Sun Wukong!" It mocked his name with twisted glee, her voice laced with satisfaction.
(Y/n) felt a mix of emotions surge within her—anger, confusion, and a deep desire to uncover the truth. The accusation had struck a nerve, igniting a fire within her that refused to be quelled. She longed to defend her connection with Wukong, to prove the bone demon's words to be nothing more than vile fabrications.
Wukong's patience wore thin as the bone demon continued its taunting assault. With a fierce resolve, he stepped forward, his eyes ablaze with determination. He could no longer tolerate the bone demon's mocking words, and he knew that the time for words had passed. It was time to take action. Without hesitation, Wukong lunged at the bone demon, their clash erupting in a flurry of lightning-fast strikes and acrobatic maneuvers. Their movements were a dance of skill and precision, each blow reverberating through the air with raw power. The battle was intense, a clash of supernatural forces that threatened to tear the very fabric of their surroundings.
The duel raged on, the combatants seemingly evenly matched. Neither would yield easily, each pushing the other to their limits. The bone demon's malevolent laughter filled the space, reveling in the chaos and the prospect of ruining Wukong's life once again. But Wukong was determined to protect (Y/n) at all costs, to rescue her from the vile creature.
As the battle reached its climax, Wukong's eyes darted towards (Y/n). With unwavering focus, he approached her, his arms outstretched with purpose. "You'll just be out for a bit," he reassured her, his voice laced with a mix of urgency and tenderness. (Y/n) fought against his grasp, her body tensing against his touch. Her mind swirled with confusion and fear, the darkness encroaching on her consciousness. But Wukong's strength was unyielding. He wrapped his arms around her, protecting her from the impending danger, his touch a reassurance of his unwavering devotion.
In a last act of resistance she entangled herself in vibes to keep his distance from her. But low and behold as Wukong enveloped (Y/n) in his embrace, her world faded into an abyss of darkness. The weight of unconsciousness claimed her, her trust in Wukong the last thought that lingered in her mind before succumbing to the void.
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