𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦. n. (latin)
- star, constellation, glory, immortality, heaven.
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❝I don't need the stars, because I have you.❞
In which, the Celestial Nine-Tailed Fox finally visits the Mortal Realm after millenniums of avoiding her past.
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「 第十六章 // 𝗖𝗛. 𝟭𝟲 」
"Me and the Devil."
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〜 SPOILERS: Singular mention of S5 lore
You shouldn't feel fear, facing the disciple you once nurtured. You have confidence in your abilities. You have confidence that you will be able to gain the upper hand in a fight against him.
Then, what is this gut-wrenching feeling burning you? You feel sick.
The metallic smell in the air has yet to dissipate. In fact, it only grew stronger with each second passed.
"A talk..." You murmur like a broken puppet, and he laughs loudly.
"Now, now— Why so pessimistic? I thought you were happy to see me, Master." He drawls, each syllable dripping with searing poison— the same poison that coats his broadsword.
Your ears burn when he drags the blade on the floor, stalking towards you. The metal creates sparks on the uneven street, creating a dark trail from the venom on its edges.
Clink. Clink. Clink.
His tail sways confidently behind him, a beautiful bolt of black fading into a dark shade of grey at the tip.
"Don't get distracted now, Master. I have something here you might be interested in..." Your eyes follow his every micromovement, watching him rummage in the spaces of his robes for a long while, grin only enlarging.
Dramatics. All dramatics, though even knowing such, your heart drops further down with every moment he spends taking his sweet time.
Eventually, when your hands have started shaking, he pulls out his hand proudly.
The pleasure on his face is immeasurable as he watches your expression change.
No. No. No, he can't have that. No, how did he—?
"Give it back to me, Fengyan." You hadn't even realised how quickly your voice had snapped, losing composure all within the span of a few seconds.
The scroll. Your scroll. Your prophecy.
"Why? Is there something your favourite disciple can't possibly see here?"
Your claws dig into your hands as he unrolls the prophecy slowly, amusement settling on his face as he reads the words.
