The Stygian sky lay naked over the world with its sullied body. Murky; besmirched by black and black. Resentment oozed through every layer of the choking air and mortified, desperate screams resonated like howling of a flock of bats.

He walked with a smile, radiating pride and solemnity. Eyes content, cruelly content. In his arms was residing a black guqin; even its strings were black like charcoal. He was playing a tune, a tune that played with the minds of the dozens of unconscious brains.

Growls and yells had created a muddled pandemonium at the mountain. Hundreds of lifeless, and few dying bodies were scattered over the ground like autumn leaves. Feeble and lifeless.

He walked solemnly, searching for only one thing.

"Wei Ying, do not adverse to me. You cannot hide from me, nor can you win." He doesn't care whether the person he is dedicating his words to could hear him or not. He mindlessly acted upon his whims, very soon to get what he wants.

A sharp force slashed across his neck and blood gushed out from his broken skin with the flow of a spring. He held the wound with his palm for a few moments and the wispy, black threads of Yin cured his skin in no time.

"Welcome, my love." He turned around and smiled sedatedly. His love, his life, his soul mate, his Wei Ying, was glaring at him with abhor and distaste. Anytime the angry cultivator could dart forward and cloven his throat, but he himself has other plans.

"Wei Ying, my love, kiss me..." He spoke softly, as is coaxing the fuming Wei Wuxian whose heart was overwhelming with despise.

"Lan Zhan, you... you are not the Lan Zhan I know. He... my Lan Zhan would never hurt people." Wei Wuxian yelled shakily and his eyes turned bloodshot with drear and scorn. He can't believe that the only classmate he used to respect; the one who had the potential of becoming the real HanguangJun, is now bringing forth nothing but dark nightmares.

"Lan Zhan, forsake demonic cultivation and come back to Yunmeng with me. You...this is not for you..." He tried to be as gentle as possible amid this nightmarish chaos.

Lan Wangji clenched his teeth. Again. Again those same words. His love doesn't understand. None of them understands. They are just tuning to the same note. Their banal thoughts are preventing him from conciliating with his love. They are trying to take away his Wei Ying from him.

Why does Wei Ying not understand?

"Wei Ying, I love you. You don't have to fear me. Trust me, they deserve it. You are just resonating with their cliche, selfish thoughts." He spoke as convincingly as possible, while quelling the boiling agitation with a much passionately held mask of calmness.

Wei Ying right now is a small animal, and he doesn't want to scare him away. He needs to grasp him and then cage him, and then live happily ever after.

No one could stop him. Not even Wei Ying himself. Wei Ying- the most powerful cultivator.

"You don't love me. You are just obsessed with me Lan Wangji." Wei Wuxian spat out distastefully and shook his head to show despise towards his former classmate. He failed to notice the gradual small steps with which the most feared figure of the world is approaching near him.

"Wei Ying, don't you love me? I know you do. Your eyes tell me so." Lan Wangji whispered, and advanced with careful, unnoticeable steps, all while staring at Wei Wuxian with pathetic eyes.

"Lan Zhan, I don't see you in that way... I... I respect you. I admire... admired you, as a cultivator, as a fellow peer. Why don't you understand?" Wei Wuxian's guard fell down from the force of overwhelming emotions and his eyes started stinging.

"No Wei Ying. I know you like me. You like me romantically. You are just afraid to confess. Dear, say you love me... say you like me...you don't have to be afraid." He tried to cajole his love gently who seemed to be on the verge of breaking emotionally.

Good.

"Lan Zhan I d..." Before he could utter any further word, an excruciating pain speared his chest. Blood gushed out from his body like a broken dam and his clothes started getting drenched in scarlet hue. Tears rolled down his cheeks like hot, burning lava.

Lan Wangji withdrew his bloodied sword and caught Wei Wuxian's enfeebled body in a gentle embrace. His love stared at him with eyes of disbelief and shock, and he stared back at those weakening eyes, appraising every single essence of Wei Ying's alive eyes before they went unconscious.

"No one can separate us, my love." He muttered, and swiped away the beads of hot tears from his Wei Ying's eyes.

Why is his love crying? Crying is useless. They are finally going to reconcile.

Soon, the body in his arms went cold and he injected chunks of Yin into his beloved's unconscious mind. Standing up, he strummed his Guqin strings for a few moments and the sharp and vile threads of Yin surrounded his love's body.

A few moments. A matter of only a few moments, and he would finally get what he wanted for so long. Had yearned for so long.

A docile and loving Wei Ying.

Soon, a growl pierced the chilly air and Wei Wuxian's body sprang up with vicious force. His face was as pale as a dried leaf and eyes as dead as stones. There were no more gleaming, expressive grey eyeballs, but only a stretch of ghastly white.

He wandered around the field like a berserk, and all while, Lan Wangji appraised him with pleased eyes. His Wei Ying looks so lost without him, so helpless. So forsaken. Without him, his Wei Ying is just a lonely rabbit in need of a companion.

"My love." He softly called out and Wei Wuxian's corpse got fixated to its spot.

Master.

Master.

Master.

"Yes Wei Ying, master. I am your master." Lan Wangji started playing eerie notes on his Guqin and Wei Wuxian's unconscious eyes went docile and his lacerated body, servile and quivering.

Fear.

Fear.

Fear.

"Yes. Wei Ying should fear his master. But he doesn't need to." With a soft smile, Lan Wangji held Wei Wuxian's corpse in his arms and waltzed around the soil that was laden with blood and flesh.

They danced in a rhythm and the lacerated flesh and skin on Wei Wuxian's lifeless body began to restore into its formal dexterity. His hollow cheeks began to fill themselves, and the pale skin regained a beautiful, artificial touch of life with dusty blush.

"So beautiful...my Wei Ying. You will never decompose. You will never rot. You will never die as long as you are in my arms. Because, you are my love. My beloved." Along with the rejoicing steps with the scared and docile corpse of Wei Ying, Lan Wangji occasionally kissed those cold and dry scarlet lips.

Stink of rotting flesh still lingered on every stretch of Wei Wuxian's skin, but all Lan Wangji could feel was a sweet and fragrant Wei Ying whom he loves and whom he conquers.

He touched every part of Wei Ying's body because, he can. He can do anything he wants with his Wei Ying. His love belongs to him, and only to him. He caressed every part of Wei Ying's skin, and even the lifeless, flacid penis.

A sharp glare from his golden eyes compelled Wei Ying to moan artificially which came out as a hoarse growl. Lan Wangji smiled, eyes pleased. Kissing Wei Wuxian's lips deeply, he carried his love in a bridal style and hopped away, mingling along with the cold, murky night.

No one ever saw the Mighty Lan Lazhou again. No one saw the Mighty Wei Gongzi ever again, for the two led their own life of peace and tranquility with love and pleasure.

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