Death's Fate

The Arrival

As a ghost king, it is my sworn duty to fulfill my goals. I am of the five who rule the Demon Realm. I am the legend, the keeper, and the punisher of their sins. You can't worship a ghost, it is impossible. Of course, that is what Yichen thought, it was until a man of low skill and even lower social reputation.

Prayed to this legend, prayed to the punisher did he realize that there were some. Who commended dirty work, with no rules to uphold this Ghost King. He made a lovely visit to his worshiper, the man's eyes not flickering with even a match of fear or puzzle.

Dull like that of a blind man, he stared toward the wonderfully made statue of himself. Yichen's brow arched with curiosity.

Surely this form wasn't of his once mortal being, but rather of his complexion now. Wonderfully sculpted too, Yichen could easily tell that the blind man was staring at it through ashed pupils. Yichen let his invisible form stand a bit closer to the blind man, examining him up and down.

Youthful and strong, it was no wonder that his clothes bore such low standing. Ripped and dirty, but he visibly cleaned his shoes before entering the handmade shrine. How polite. Yichen thought, by the second he was losing interest. This man was no duke or king, not even a commander.

To wreak havoc on a single person was boring, at least to Yichen. Just as he was about to leave, he felt uneasy. He turned and witnessed an eerie scene.

The place where Yichen stood not 5 seconds ago was the same place the blind man was staring, as if he sensed something. Yichen's interest came swirling back like waves, he moved an inch closer. Just as before, yet this time he had his attention kept. The blind man slowly turned his head and stared directly at Yichen.

Out of surprise, he chuckled, the blind man, even more so appeared surprised himself. Scared even, he shuffled back slightly against the statue. He muttered, "Hello?" His voice was shaky, and Yichen became surprised by such a reaction. To pray to a fallen savior is unheard of.

Nonetheless, becoming the first to pray to one is bound to alert this person. A few seconds passed before Yichen fully revealed his form in the small shrine. Specks of sparkling light danced off his figure in a flash. The lightweight silver chimed against one another atop his hat.

He began to prowl around the helpless, heels clicking, similar to the gnawing of a fox's teeth.

"To pray, to I means you are either wishing for a fruitless death or that you're simply looking for something. And that makes you one of a fool."

He let out a cold laugh, the blind man appeared even less amused. He immediately gathered his poise, standing up to his feet. Appearing determined, yet aloof he spoke with a warm flavor of tongue.

"My...my lord. Please excuse my wasteful praying-"

"You're praying?"

He was interrupted by Yichen's tone of eagerness. He stopped prowling and leaned in close to the youthful man.

"Yes...you...you see, a few years ago I had found what I thought to be a page-less book. Telling stories of brotherhood, one that ended in blood and death. Your story had brought my curiosity."

The man spoke with a pitch of quickness and nerve, his hands jittered like elders holding pain. Yichen was now enraptured with the same curiosity this man had.

"Are you not blind?"

He asked, how could a blind man manage to read a book without some form of assistance? The blind man seemed to have caught something in his throat, coughing quite a bit before answering.

"You see after I put this book down. I found myself in the dark. I was healthy, not even a physician could determine the cause of my sudden disability...my only understanding of the abrupt mishap was something to do with the book. Weeks later, it turned missing from the library completely."