!!Suicide and disgusting things Warning!!
A soft, sweet smell crept into the man's nostrils, who had slowly woken up. The fruity fragrance caused an extreme hunger in his stomach, he felt extremely weak and the strength to open the lids of his sharp eyes was scarce, the glow in them was that of a dead man, like two transparent glasses without reflection of light.
He heard a cup beside him being placed over the small, round table. The hot vapor of the liquid beat against his white skin as if someone was stroking it, lightly running his moist, warm fingers over it.
He remembered his touch. Yes, his touch was delicate and loving, although he was rough in many moments when they were together.
His touch was the only one that excited him, produced a spirit and scorching heat inside him. The flame of passion grew in him, although he often fought these desires, he had always lost in the end, agreeing with these feelings and letting him do whatever he wanted.
He started to sweat from every pore of the body, even though his bones were cold. Sweat pearls dripped from his forehead and drained onto the cushioned mattress on which he was lying. A very soft surface and some fur on the blanket tickled his thin, long legs. With a trembling hand he touched his forehead and ran his fingertips over it. It could be compared to a blazing oven that would break up everything that was solid and turn it into a viscous fluid.
The rest of the body was the opposite of this fiery oven, resembling a cold winter day when snow had fallen and the lakes were covered with a thick layer of ice, as cold as the dark room where he once resided.
The footsteps he had heard before, which were accompanied by the clinking of the cup as it landed on the wooden table, were distant again. The lying man heard a clear sigh from the other person. He slightly turned his face to him and caught his greenish cloak. His hair was light brown and straight, but short, which only reached the well aligned shoulders, adorned with a clip in the shape of a feather.
"You finally woke up."
Yes, he already remembered who's soft voice this was, that he had once heard.
"W...Wei LiXuan..." The lying man's mouth was not as dry as before. The brown-haired man had probably given him something to drink when he lost consciousness. The words came out slowly and were very low; however, the man in the green robes heard them clearly.
"Do you remember me, Bai-Shixiong?" The man walked with a cup in his hand to his side, sitting on a chair near the wooden table.
Bai Luo just nodded slightly and closed his sharp eyes again. Wei LiXuan's concerned and gentle look fixed on the face of the lying man, setting his cup on the table and taking Bai Luo's cup.
"Drink some tea. It is your favorite tea, Oolong tea and I added some spiritual stones for the quick regeneration of your strength. " Wei LiXuan helped Bai Luo to get up and lean against the pillow behind his back. "I have perfected my way of making these spiritual stones; they are no longer as bitter as before. I used honey in their production to have a sweet and delicious taste. I remembered that you like honey very much as a sweetener. " He laughed vaguely and looked at Bai Luo, giving him tea.
His hands were shaking, but they managed to hold the cup firmly, bringing it to meet his thin, pale lips. The greenish liquid entered his mouth and ran quickly down his throat, spreading heat in his flesh. The tea tasted like green tea, but the aroma was less grassy and smoother. The taste tended towards the flowery and tasted serenely milky.
The hot steam clouded his vision; however, he savored the sweet aroma of honey with the pleasant taste of Oolong tea leaves. After taking the first sip, Bai Luo fixed the remaining green tea and saw the dark yellowish traces of the honey, which had not yet completely dissolved. Wei LiXuan accompanied him with his tea and drank some of it, continuing to look at the person in front of him with a smile.
"Is it tasty?"
"This was also his favorite tea."
The smile on Wei LiXuan's face soon disappeared and he put the cup back on the table, sighing, "I ... I'm sorry, Bai-Shixiong."
He didn't know what to say as he faced the sadness that appeared on Bai Luo's facial expression. Pleasant and very encouraging words of comfort were not his specialty; they never were and never will be. The only thing that came into his mind was to apologize.
After that, a vague silence washed over the room in which both men were. Only when looking out of the window could large cherry trees be seen and their pink petals floated in the currents of the wind, some banging against the window. Seeing the trees all in bloom, Bai Luo realized that it was the time of spring. In the middle of the silence, the bird's sing could be heard.
After a while, Bai Luo broke the silence, "Is he dead?"
Wei LiXuan looked up and nodded, "Yes."
Bai Luo bit his lower lip; he seemed to be repressing the storm of feelings that had arisen deep in his heart when he heard that he died.
"Sorr…"
"How did he die?" Wei LiXuan's apology was interrupted by Bai Luo's direct question, his glassy eyes fixed on the man in green robes.
Wei LiXuan hesitated first, but found it smarter to tell his Shixiong everything he knew.
"I was infuriated to know that he had imprisoned you in the underworld and I had tried to save you many times, but the spiritual seal, to prevent intruders from entering his mansion, was extremely strong and I was unable to enter." He took a short break and drank some more tea, as he told everything his throat was strangely dry. "So, I had to try to find a spell that could break the seal without him noticing. For months I read old books, invented spells and more spells, but none worked. However, there was a day when my men and I went back to the underworld to try to break the seal with a new spell that I had created. But even before saying the words for the spell to work, the seal was already broken. We found it very strange and entered with caution. To our surprise, no one was guarding the mansion, so we went straight inside and there he was sitting with the brush in his hand writing something. "
Only when Wei LiXuan spoke did Mo Jian become aware of him, raising his head with a weak smile.
"Brother, it's you."
"Don't call me brother! I am not your brother! " He took the sword out of the fur sheath, clinging to his belt. "It has been a long time since we broke the ties between us."
Mo Jian put the brush down and blew on the ink on the paper so it would dry faster. His gaze rested on the characters he had once painted. The mirrors of his amber-colored soul contained a touch of deep bitterness, something that Wei LiXuan had never seen before. As the most cruel and inhuman Emperor in the underworld, who showed no pity to the people who passed his way, he could still feel disgust for something? Did it have to do with his wealth? It could only be that; as Emperor, the most important things should be the wealth that belonged to him and accumulated over the years in his salons.
The two amber rose and faced Wei LiXuan with a face full of hatred before that demon. An evil demon that brought only rivers of blood, tears of despair and heaps of dead piled like logs beside a fireplace to throw them into the scarlet flames and, after a while, they were ashes, nobody else knew who was who. The imaginary smell of human meat roasted in the fires deepened in Wei LiXuan's nose and he almost vomited at that moment, however, he managed to contain it and held on, gripping the hilt of his spiritual sword more tightly.
He watched every step Mo Jian had taken and pressed his teeth against each other. Mo Jian got up from his seat and went to Wei LiXuan. He was like rooted at the place he was standing, but showed no fear. The emperor of the underworld was a bit taller than him and usually conveyed a dominant aura that even animals preferred not to find in his way. However, the aura of this wicked man was completely different from the custom.
Very strange ... What was going on here?
Mo Jian buried the paper in Wei LiXuan's chest and didn't look at him.
"I don't want to fight you, I want you to kill me without any kindness. Kill me cruelly as I killed thousands of people in the past years. " He paused briefly and closed his eyes. "Bai Luo is in the darkroom, the most barbaric prison in the underworld. When you find him and he recovers from his injuries, I ask you to give him this sheet. "
Wei LiXuan had a confused look and said nothing, but took the folded sheet. Meanwhile, Mo Jian took two steps back and stared at his old friend and brother.
"I know that he hates me with all his soul, mind and heart. Even so, I want him to receive this sheet. " He smiled again, "This is my last wish. Make it concrete for this helpless enemy of yours. I don't ask for more. "
With these words, the emperor knelt in front of him and closed the two amber.
Wei LiXuan's limbs trembled a little and he gripped the hilt of his spiritual sword adorned with fig flowers bathed in gold. The nails got buried in his sword hilt and the blood veins on his hands swelled.
He approached the kneeling person and aimed the sword at him.
What a pitiful sight in front of him. The emperor, feared by all nations, was easily defeated by his ex-brother and faced his end with a smile on his face. It had become a poignant identity over the years, but no one ever found out how it really happened. Only the gods and Mo Jian himself knew this.
This man's hands were covered with blood from innocent people he had killed over the years. Women, the elderly, children ... No one escaped his cruelty. Everyone was dead; now, the bodies were covered with dust and started to decompose. Nor did they obtain a sacred ritual to pass healthfully without resentment to paradise. Probably, their souls roamed in this world in search of rest and peace, but they would never find them.
Not even the QianShui sect was able to save itself from the clutches of this wicked emperor. This demon directly killed disciples and teachers; another part of them was dragged to the prison of the underworld. They were starving, extremely cold, which crippled every movement they made. Over the time, they became lunatics, lost in the constant darkness of those rooms. They killed rats, which entered through holes in the wall, with their own nails they tore the hard skin and removed every piece of meat that this animal possessed, swallowing the hateful and raw mass to feed themselves.
With the consumption of this contaminated meat, they created diseases and infected the other disciples and teachers who lived in the same room as them. Gradually, each of them died, others who were not yet in a terminal state, preferred to commit suicide by hitting their faces hard against the stone walls until blood ran down their eyes, nose and mouth. Others transformed the garments they still had on their bodies into 'ropes' and strangled themselves, foam coming out from between their teeth and their bodies fell to the floor.
How desperate they should be, so they used everything they found as a tool for suicide.
Suicide was strongly prohibited for someone who was or wanted to be immortal, because it stained their souls with sin, unable to be reversed. The souls who were supposed to be pure and innocent, and who would be sent to heaven to obtain the blessing of the gods, would be thrown into the purgatory in which they would suffer a slow and painful death, would never have a peaceful and sacred life for which they had worked hard every day.
Their Shizuns all died, their younger and older martial brothers along with them. Even his only older martial sister died in disgust. It was Mo Jian who killed her.
Yes, he killed his own sister who loved him as a real brother. This type of death neither an animal deserved, however, the emperor had no sensitivity, not even with a woman. But Wei LiXuan didn't want to remember that horrible moment, in the corners of his eyes a few tears formed, but he stopped them. Now only he, Mo Jian and Bai Luo from the QianShui sect remained.
He felt no pity or unhappiness when he pierced Mo Jian's chest with his sharp sword. Wei LiXuan did not completely bury it in his heart, he stopped a few inches earlier and his eyes burning with anger looked at Mo Jian.
"Are you happy that you killed so many innocuous people? Did it give you pleasure to hear their cries of suffering? "
With the sword piercing in his chest, his body trembled a little and the sharp pain ran through all the muscles. Only Wei LiXuan's spiritual sword could not kill someone like Mo Jian. Of course, Wei LiXuan knew this, so he enchanted his sword with powerful runes that could kill a demon.
Mo Jian started to laugh, "Of course I was pleased to see everyone die by my sword and even more when they asked for mercy." Two ambers fixed the warm blood that dripped from his chest. "You know, having power over a person's life is something that gives a demon, like me, a profound joy. A happy man is like a boat sailing in a favorable wind, and being in that wind in the middle of the tide was the most wonderful thing in my life. "
Wei LiXuan pushed the sword farther into the emperor's chest, the sharp tip brushed the outer skin of the heart, and Mo Jian's expression cooled for a moment.
"Well said, GuiHai-Jun*. You're right. Having a person's life in your hands gives you joy. " His gaze darkened like the dense night, "You don't know how happy I am to be able to kill you today."
[* Honorable sea]
He looked at the silver blade and thought about something for a moment.
"One thing I don't clearly understand. Why do you hate Bai Luo? What did he do to be hated by you so much? He doesn't deserve to be treated like a stray dog!"
Upon hearing that name, the white face quickly paled and grabbed the blade with both hands.
"He has been your best friend since you joined the QianShui sect. At that time nobody liked you, but he was the only one who gave you a hand! "
Mo Jian was furious and shouted, "This is a lie!" His scream echoed in the great hall and Wei LiXuan's men shuddered a little. "Yes, we were considered friends, but he never really liked me. At first, he treated me like a disgusting beast and when we became 'best friends', he remained with the same wooden face as before! He never saw me as a real human. He only saw the ugly bug, he only noticed the past that I had… "
GuiHai-Jun's high-pitched voice grew hoarse and he started to choke on the blood that was pouring out of his throat, spitting bits of blood onto the floor.
The sword pierced the motor organ of his body and the blood spread inside him. He was flooded by an acidic heat, which seemed to corrode every bone. When Mo Jian removed the sword from his own body, he collapsed on the ground and under it was drawn a pool of fresh blood.
The blood that surrounded him warmed him up from the outside when, little by little, the heat dissipated from his soul. He wanted this end. Nobody bewitched him; by his own intuition, he decided to choose to let himself be killed by his old brother Wei LiXuan.
It has been four years since Mo Jian became Emperor of the underworld and just in this short time he almost annihilated all sects and folks. However, GuiHai-Jun did not regret what he had done. Even on the day of his death, he didn't stop smiling broadly as his pale face mixed with the crimson red of his blood. His amber eyes shone in the lights that the candles around him transmitted, until a thick film of red liquid covered his eyes and the glow before disappeared completely, leaving a lifeless body behind.
When looking at the corpse of his ex-brother and friend, he couldn't stop a sob from coming out of his throat, looking at the blood splattering from the tip of the blade on the wine-colored rug.
It's all over. The suffering that had lasted for years ended abruptly, as if it had never existed before.
If he had had enough strength to defeat him earlier, could the pain and death of thousands of people have stagnated?
It didn't matter what the answer to that question was.
Rubbing his moist eyes, he put the sword back in its sheath.
"If you only knew what Bai Luo did all for you." Wei LiXuan thought, "If you only knew that he saw you more than just a best friend. If you only knew that Bai Luo protected you with his own life from all the evil that surrounded you. If you only knew, how desperate he was when you disappeared from his side. Oh Mo Jian, if you knew how many times he watched you from afar and the happiness that was given to him seeing you smile… "
If he knew all this, would he never had become a heartless demon?