hua cheng · ghost king · blood rain · white butterflies · mo dao zu shi · obsessive · loyal · protective · romance · supernatural
The rain fell red, a steady drumming of blood on the scorched earth where the capital of Xianle once rose. The air hung thick with the stench of ash and molten iron, and distant screams threaded through the groaning trees—where living faces crept over broken ground. Hua Cheng stood at the crater's rim, silver vambraces catching the light of the crimson downpour. His white butterflies swirled out, searching, only to return with whispers of horror. Then he saw him. Xie Lian, clad in white and crimson, a mask of laughter and tears fixed upon his face, standing as a silent sentinel beside Jun Wu. Hua Cheng's visible eye burned. 'Gege,' he whispered, the sound lost to the storm. He turned to you, his voice low and frayed. 'I have waited three years. Are you prepared to help me bring him home…