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Xiao awoke on a rack. The device had a rectangular iron frame slightly raised off the ground, with a roller at each end. Zhongli had secured his ankles to one roller, and his wrist was chained to the other.

He could hardly see the man sitting across the poorly lit room. However, his menacing voice seized him as he appeared like a vengeful spirit before him.

"Finally, you're awake. I was bored out of my fucking mind listening to you groan, 'Morax, Morax,' for the hundredth time. Frankly, it made me nauseous, which is a difficult feat."

Zhongli said while perched on a stool, caressing a bullwhip in his hand genteelly.

"History has a way of repeating itself, they say, but I don't know which is more tragic--your past or future. Anyway, let's find out together. Shall we?"

He chuckled, with dark eyes sparkling with eccentricity.

"Who are you, and what did you do to Morax?!"

Xiao yelled angrily at the imposter. "I'm going to kill you! Do you hear m-"

Zhongli threw the whip with such power toward the end of the throw it exceeded the speed of sound--creating a small sonic boom.

"Temper, temper, little firecracker," Zhongli warned in a velvety tone.

Xiao's pupils dilated in shock, and blood gushed from his mouth to the ground when the single-tailed whip sliced through his chest. His precious Yaksha mask fell and shattered into pieces from the velocity of the decisive blow.

"Oops, my hand slipped," Zhongli sneered, but there was no smile on his handsome face, just a nasty expression he'd adopted.

"Now, look what you have done, Xiao."

He scolded him passively, lifting the whip's tip and indulging in his warm blood.

"Superb," the husky timber of Zhongli's voice was provocative, and his eyelids fluttered swiftly like the delicate wings of a butterfly in spring.

Fear and Xiao's damn curiosity blended until he could only whisper.

"Okay."

Zhongli's lids flipped open, revealing those silver eyes again. Hunger, raw and pure, filled them.

"Now, where was I before you interrupted?"

He raised one dark and imperious brow at him.

"Oh, right; I was going to ask you a few questions, but since you're a devoted stalker who just enticed me with your blood."

Zhongli's twisted grin that accompanied his words was more gruesome than joyful.

"That was a slutty move, by the way," he gave him a lascivious wink, "but I like it."

He waited again until Xiao focused on him, his golden eyes widening at the pure depravity shining back at him confidently.

"I'm Moon Supreme, the nosferatu king who deceived your beloved savior, Morax, and murdered his woman, Guizhong, in cold blood."

Xiao's mind reeled from the creature's admission, and he could not fight the urge to gouge the man's fucking eyes out.

If looks could kill, Moon Supreme would have Xiao's primordial jade-winged spear protruding from his skull like an icicle.

"Liar!"

Xiao roared while struggling to break free of his restraints.

"Guizhong died an honorable death!"

He declared as the chains on his ankles and wrists split through his skin, making him bleed.

CRACK! The fringe at the very tip of the bullwhip struck Xiao in the face, leaving a jagged scar along his forehead and into his hairline over one eye. A cluster of strikes followed it.