"Demon?"
"Yes," Verr said, nervously shifting on her feet. It made me sick, mortals constantly fearing me. "Near Dihua Marsh, headed this way. I was wondering if you could investigate this claim."
"Of course." and teleported to Dihua Marsh. I appeared on a battlefield, or at least what looked like a battlefield. Millelith were dead, strewn across the plain as if they were blown over. A strange aura, one I had not felt for centuries, lingered around the place, a trail heading towards Wangshu Inn. I followed it. Some ways later, I saw a masked figure piercing a child through the heart.
Without blinking, I rushed towards the assailant, polearm poised to strike. At the last possible second, the person turned towards me and met my polearm with their own. Their mask looked so familiar, but I didn't let that bother me. After a moment, I realized that the masked person was crying, not only their mask, but the person seemed out of breath and sniffling.
"Please," a small voice asked, issuing from behind the person's mask, "Please stop fighting me. I don't want to hurt you. Please." they cried. This caught me off guard.
"Tell me why you're killing these people," I demanded, shoving my polearm against theirs, causing them to stumble and fall. They blocked my next blow, trying to push me back.
"I don't know." the person pushed me back and rolled to their feet, "I can't stop. Please, don't make me hurt you." the person turned around, their mask gone, revealing a tear-stained face. Her white hair blew gently in the wind, and her wide lavender-blue eyes gazed pleadingly at me. I stopped short. I've never been caught off guard like this before.
"Des-Desmios?" I stuttered. There was no way this was her. She was supposed to be at Qingce Village. My mask faded away, my shock visible on my face. The girl gasped when she saw me and embraced me. I stiffened as she hugged me.
"Alatus. You're not dead." Desmios cried, "I thought you were dead." she collapsed, dragging me to the ground with her. Carefully, I picked her up in one arm, gripping my polearm in my other hand.
"No, I'm not dead," I whispered to myself.
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There you go! As you can see, Xiao cares very much for little Desmios. Hope you enjoyed this, and have a great day/night!
-LittleSister
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Imprisoned
RomanceMonchou is the daughter of Zhongli and Guizhong, imprisoned for fear that she may follow her destiny. When the boundaries of her imprisonment weaken, she can't help but wonder if anything happened to the Yakshas and Adeptu, much less having them dea...
