Note: Yall should read the auxiliary chapter before this to get to know what kind of story I plan to write.
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"WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING?! APPREHEND THAT TRAITOR!!"
"Pant*, Pant*"
As the man in white robes covered with blood held himself up after tripping down the bloodied stairs, he hid behind one of the walls made up of wood that seemed heavenly and ancient, trying his best not to be discovered.
'Just hold on,***, I'll return to the Mortal Realm soon. Once I do, we can finally re-start back to the way things should have been.'
Keeping this thought clear in his blurring consciousness and feeble mind, the man started moving again after hearing all nearby footsteps disappear and turn silent. Running down the seemingly endless corridor as dim sunlight shone on his bloodied state that left a trail of his steps behind, the man finally arrived at the end of the corridor.
Taking repeated deep breaths as he covered the bloodied wound on his chest, ignoring the blood trickling down the corner of his mouth, the man's lifted upward as a smile formed.
"Now all things left to be done is to-"
Before the man could finish his muttering, a sword covered in an aurora glow pierced right through the man's heart and chest, causing the already blurring consciousness to blur even further as a puddle of blood was spat out, falling towards the edge of the corridor which below was clouds that blocked the world view below.
"You've run quite a long way just to reach here, ***. To think you would go this far all for a woman in those inferior realms, yet still, FATHER PICKED YOU OVER ME!!"
Shouting the last words of his sentence, the man that held the sword pulled it out in an instant, causing intense pain to the body of the soon-to-be-dead man as he fell onto the ground with his head ready to fall into the cloud below at any time, swinging like the falling leaves in the air.
"I suppose I should have thanked you for meeting Father tonight, else, I wouldn't have found such a perfect opportunity to take action. I'll remember you well, ***, but in the way of a 'traitor' that you 'were'. Be grateful that you served for such a glorious purpose for me."
Saying those words in a cold and emotionless tone, the man that held the sword raised his legs and proceeded to kick the already lifeless body off the edge of the corridor, letting it fall freely to the clouds and past it to reach the ground.
Standing at the edge to witness this all, the cold man smirked in silence as he turned away, walking back to the start of the corridor as aurora particles grew from the ground and erased all the trace of murder, as well as the cold blood left on the ground that seemed to be burned with grievance and unwillingness.
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"AHH!!"
As a heavy storm raged outside of the windows, letting its cold drops splash onto the ground with a soothing yet chilling melody, a young man in a white buttoned T-shirt sat up from his bed in a moment of fright.
Pressing onto his beating heart that felt like it was going to explode at any moment, the young man panted with his head down in an attempt to take in as much of the cold air in his surroundings as possible.
After a few minutes or so, the young man's state finally returned to normal as the hand that was used to pressure his chest was retracted back to his side. Raising his head back up, the young man looked outside of the window and stared into the darkness that stretched endlessly amidst the raging storm.
"It's the same dream again…" the young man muttered.
Turning away from the sight outside, the man looked at the wall on his right and extended his hand to turn on the lights.
Thud*
With the blinding lights turned on, the young man's eyes that grew accustomed to the darkness shut themselves on their own, avoiding from losing his sight.
"It's always like this." the young man muttered again. Spending some time rubbing his eyes that were still sleepy, making them adapt to the new source of light hanging on top of the ceiling above him, the young man flipped away the dark blue blanket that covered his cold feet and got off the bed placed directly next to the window.
Turning the door handle, the young man left his room and walked into the luxurious hallway with rose-red carpets to warm him from walking barefooted. The intelligent light bulbs installed on the ceiling immediately sensed his presence as they lit up the way for him, revealing the creamy white walls on the side as different paintings and portraits were hung up there.
Ignoring all of this, the young man took a corner and arrived before a dead end with a white door placed in the middle. Looking at the shining golden handle, the young man didn't hesitate to hold and turn it, entering the bathroom as soon as it was opened.
Closing the door lightly, the young man stood before the mirror that was spanned from his waist to the ceiling, where the washbasin was placed right underneath it.
Following the two different symbols in different colors, the young man turned the tap to the left and lifted it, allowing hot and warm water to flow out and rinse his hands. Submerging himself in the warmth that spread like pain and disease, the young man closed his eyes and enjoyed the sleepiness that came back to him.
But reminded of the torturing dream that caused all of this in the first place, the tiredness within him evaporated like nothing was there before.
Turning the tap off, the young man brought his hands that were now covered in cold water up to his face and wiped it gently, clearing all traces of sleepiness on him except for the dark circles that seemed to be taken care of well.
Staring at the eyes that revealed no emotion except for dread, the young man stood there silently and did nothing. His only focus was his pupils that showed nothing but the darkness within his black eyes, awfully pairing with the lack of sleep he was getting.
Just as he was about to go back to his tired mode again from staring so intently, a light knock was heard from the door that startled him. Recovering his senses, the young man lightly patted his smooth white skin and turned to the source.
"What is it?"
"Is it you that's in there, Young Master Jiang Feng?"
Receiving a response from a lady who seemed to be in her golden age, the cautious personality that the young man had loosened slightly as a tinge of liveliness filled his face, adding a tint of vitality to it.
"Yup, it's me. Sorry for waking you up again, Aunt Lee." the young man, Jiang Feng apologized as he opened the door and left the bathroom, bowing slightly to the middle-aged woman standing before him.
Looking at the woman from above, her facial and bodily details immediately surfaced in Jiang Feng's mind as it served to add clarity to his clouded mind.
Just like the woman's voice, Aunt Lee had a slightly chubby face and rounded stomach, filled with the good luck that came to her after starting her work as a maid in the house of Jiang Feng, which could be seen on the way she was dressed and the broom on her hand.
"There's no need for you to apologize, Young Master Jiang Feng. I was already up by 4 since I had to start cleaning this part of the mansion. I should be apologizing to you instead for making such loud noises when sweeping."
Being quick to react, Aunt Lee stopped Jiang Feng from bowing any lower as she herself apologized back. Noticing how humble Aunt Lee placed herself before him, Jiang Feng couldn't help but feel pity and guilt for her.
"I didn't wake up from the noises of your broom, Aunt Lee. It was just the usual nightmare. They've seen to come to me more often these days." Jiang Feng replied and covered his mouth, trying to keep the yawn that came out of nowhere.
"I see. You should go see a therapist soon. Else, things won't be good for your body now that the exams are coming up. Staying up late to study with such a sleep-deprived body isn't good for your health, Young Master Jiang Feng." Aunt Lee warned with worry apparent on her face.
"It's fine. If there's nothing else, I'll head back to my sleep first. You should also try and find more time to rest, Aunt Lee. I'll put in another request to my dad and ask him to lower your workload as much as possible, you're already this old, after all."
Saying that, Jiang Feng walked past Aunt Lee who had her hands extended to him, seemingly still wanting to give more health advice out of her worry for him.