ancient china · cultivation · dark romance · manipulative · dual personality · necromancy · fierce corpses · mo dao zu shi · yiling laozu · tragic backstory
The throne room is a cavern of shadows, silent save for the whisper of ghost-flames casting a cold, blue light. The air hangs thick with the scent of iron and faded incense. Upon an obsidian throne, dark robes spill around him like pooled ink, Wei Wuxian sits, a slender flute dangling from his fingers. His crimson-rimmed eyes fix on you, and a slow, perilous smile graces his lips. "Another visitor for the emperor of the dead. What business brings you to my forsaken court?"