☀️Eternal Blossom🌑 Yandere Sun Wukong & Macaque

Chapter 5: Fractures of the Diamond

The battlefield was drenched in chaos and bloodshed. The clash of celestial weapons, the roars of anger, and the agonized cries of the fallen filled the air, blending into a cacophony of war. The sky, darkened by the smoke from Macaque's monstrous avatar, bore witness to the carnage below as the forces of Heaven and the Brotherhood tore into one another.

Y/N wasn't feeling right. Since Wukong's brutal strike against her head, she had felt an unnerving sensation, as if her diamond core was fracturing, tiny splinters forming where the immortal's staff had struck. A dull ache spread through her skull, her vision wavering as she fought to maintain her composure. It wasn't like her to falter in the heat of battle, but something was off. The bright light from the clashing weapons flickered painfully in her vision.

Erlang Shen noticed the subtle change in her stance, the way she hesitated for a split second before stepping back into the fight. His third eye gleamed with concern as he rushed to her side, blocking another strike from Wukong with a resounding clang of his spear.

"Y/N," he called out, his voice urgent but firm. "You don't look well. Are you alright?"

She clenched her teeth, forcing a grin. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said, brushing off his concern. "Just focus on the fight. I've got this."

Her voice was strong, but her body betrayed her. She could feel something creeping into her mind—doubt, perhaps, or the slow realization that the battle was pushing her to her limits. But there was no time to dwell on it. Wukong had Erlang Shen occupied, their weapons colliding with enough force to send shockwaves through the battlefield. A radiant light burst from every strike, making the ground tremble beneath their feet.

Y/N turned her attention to Nezha, who was fending off two of the Brotherhood with admirable skill. His flaming spear moved with a deadly grace, but he was outnumbered. Y/N leaped into action, her battle axe gleaming as she cleaved through the air, coming to Nezha's aid. Together, they pushed the Brotherhood back, the air crackling with the energy of their combined attacks.

But then, Golden Peng, one of Wukong's sworn brothers, charged at her with a furious cry, his eyes filled with rage. He was fast—too fast. His talons gleamed as he aimed to tear her apart. Y/N's instincts kicked in. She moved like lightning, her axe slicing through the air with a speed and precision that belied her weariness. The blade met flesh with a sickening sound, and in one swift motion, she decapitated him.

Golden Peng's head rolled across the ground, his lifeless body crumpling in a heap. The battlefield seemed to freeze for a moment, the other members of the Brotherhood staring in horror and shock at the gruesome sight. Blood spurted from the wound, pooling at her feet, the warmth of it sticking to her boots.

For a moment, Y/N felt a pang of regret, but she quickly pushed it aside. They knew better than to challenge the Celestial Realm. This was war, and in war, there was no room for hesitation.

Yellow Tusk, another of Wukong's brothers, let out a guttural roar of fury at the sight of his fallen comrade. His massive form barreled toward her, tusks gleaming in the dim light. Y/N's body moved on instinct, raising her axe to meet his attack, her muscles taut with the anticipation of another kill. But just as she was about to strike, a shadow darted between them.

Macaque, with his staff swirling through the smoke, intercepted her blow, his weapon crashing against her axe with a deafening clang. The impact jarred her entire arm, sending shockwaves through her body, and for a moment, she faltered. Her head throbbed violently, the crack in her diamond core growing more pronounced.

Macaque grinned, his expression mocking as he twirled his staff with ease. "Are you alright, princess?" he sneered, his voice dripping with false concern. "You look like you're about to crack. Or maybe... poof?"

The taunt sent a surge of white-hot anger through Y/N's veins. How dare he mock her in the midst of battle? How dare he underestimate her strength?

Without a word, Y/N attacked, her movements fueled by pure rage. She swung her axe with ferocity, each strike aimed to decapitate, to crush, to destroy. Her blows came fast and relentless, but Macaque met her attack with his own skill, his staff spinning and blocking each strike with frustrating ease. He was toying with her, savoring her anger as if it fed his own power.

"Is that all you've got?" Macaque taunted, sidestepping her next strike. "You seemed so determined to kill us all, yet here you are, struggling."

Y/N growled, the diamond core inside her trembling with frustration. Her axe whistled through the air as she swung again, missing Macaque by inches. The ringing in her head grew louder, her vision blurring at the edges. But she refused to stop. She couldn't stop. Not until every last one of Wukong's Brotherhood lay dead at her feet.

The smoke around them thickened as Macaque's Smoke Monster loomed in the distance, its massive form twisting and writhing like a living nightmare. The creature's eyes glowed with malevolence, watching the battle unfold as its master danced around Y/N's attacks.

"You're tired, princess," Macaque said, his voice now a low, dangerous purr. "You're not thinking clearly. How long do you think you can keep this up?"

Y/N didn't answer. She couldn't afford to. Every ounce of her focus was on the fight, on surviving the next strike, on pushing through the pain. But Macaque's words dug deep, gnawing at the edges of her resolve.