The night drew closer as the villagers all started to retreat inside their homes.They were all fearful of falling prey to the demons that roamed at night.
After almost all the gods were either massacred or cursed down to the mortal realm,the higher ranking demons became fake gods,and in order for the mortals to pray to them,the fake gods released the lower ranking demons into the mortal realm at night.
The fake gods would then descend to protect those who worshipped them.
It should be known that the mortals have no clue that the lower ranking demons were released by the very gods they worshipped.
The lower ranking demons were mostly unintelligent,and remind most of wild beasts with frightful appearances.
Xiao Ling leaned against the wall,and watched the villagers all shut down their shops before grabbing their children or wives and running to the safety of their little homes.Hoping they will be safe inside.
Many villagers had tried to drag Xiao Ling inside their home,trying everything in their power to keep him safe.
However Xiao Ling would just turn around and try to bite them,or try to bring them in a tight hug.
In the end,the villagers managed to drag Xiao Ling to a corner,hoping he won't be seen by the demons.
Xiao Ling was alone again,his gaze fixated on a wall as he hummed a lost lullaby.
He paused as he heard footsteps approaching and soon felt weight in his lap.
Green eyes traveled down and landed on a frail girl,dark spots visible on her sunken pale skin,and tears making their way down her cheeks.
It was the girl who he had grabbed this morning,she was sobbing in his lap,trembling and fisting his robes.
"What is she doing?!she should be inside her home!,it's too dangerous out here!,don't go around hugging random men!",Xiao ling thought to himself.
Hid eyes were begging the girl to go back to her home,but his body only leaned forward and pulled her into a hug,before nuzzling his face in her shoulder.
"I feel like the unlucky brother...",she spoke in a soft voice as she rolled over to her back and her face was now facing Xiao Ling.
Xiao Ling could see her right eye was bruised and her skin broken.
...
There is a famous tale in the mortal realm,it is known as the "The lucky brother,and the unlucky brother".
It's origins are unknown buts it widely told among the mortals.
According to the tale,there were once two brothers,to be more accurate twins born in a wealthy household.
The first born twin was absolutely adored by his parents,always showered with affection and love,causing him to grow up spoiled and arrogant.
The younger twin was practically ignored by everyone around him,he was constantly bullied by his brother and other children.
He grew up shy and timid,yet looked exactly like hod brother,save for the fact he looked Slightly frail.
The parents died when the boys were only seventeen,all the wealth was left with the older twin.
Perhaps because he needed a punching,or somebody to feel superior too,the older twin always kept his younger twin around.
Villagers would often see the older brother tossing his younger brother around,often grabbing his arm so hard that it left bruises.
He was often seen blaming his younger brother for being in the way of him getting married.
However the fates of these two brothers soon took a darker turn when the kingdom they lived in went into a war with another kingdom.
The older brother was greatly skilled in cultivation and martial arts,so he joined the army to go fight for his kingdom.
He ofcourse rose Victorious,and honored his people.
When he returned home ready to boast to his brother,he discovered that the enemy soldiers had attacked his village,and when they laid their eyes upon the younger brother,they found his delicate appearance a delightful sight and took him to the royal family as a gift.
When the older brother found out,instead of ignoring it or finding it funny,to everyone's surprise he broke down into tears,his screams of inner agony reaching the heavens,causing the gods themselves to look down upon him with confusion and interest.
It didn't make any sense to all those witnessing this,why would he even cared.But at the same time,it made all the sense now.
Why the brother kept him around,or why the brothers were always seen holding hands or having their arms linked around each other,However the story still made no sense.
The older brother tried everything in power to save him,even going as far as to try and exchange places with his brother.
When it all failed,the brother ended up taking his own life...
It's a tragic tale,and most would argue that both the brothers were unlucky,but when the two were compared,the younger was truly the unlucky one.
Never in his life was he loved,his brother seemed to hate him,he never showed him much love.
In the end when the older twin went to such length to save him,the younger twin never saw that love or desperation...
It's a tale that baffles those who hear about it,and many believe it's nothing more then a tale meant to teach children to cherish what they have.
...
This girl however felt more unlucky than that tragic brother.
Sometimes the fact that there's someone out their who wants to help you,can be a blessing itself.
But this girl was not that lucky,no matter how many times she prayed,nobody secretly loved her,nobody was going to go great lengths to protect her.
Everyday she left her home with more bruises then the day before,nobody cared.
The very same villagers who cared about this random lunatic,would drag her back to her husband when ever she tried escaping.
Her parents,the neighbors,the head of the village and even the children of the village would always drag her back.
Trapping her widen her house,within the village.
Perhaps they were afraid she would tell other villagers about their secret,and ruin their villages name,or they saw her nothing more then a object for a violent man.
The only thing that kept her from breaking her own neck,was that when ever she was being dragged back,she would look over at the lunatic and while his body would just stand there and hum a little lullaby,his eyes always made him look like he wanted to help her.He looked as if he wanted to rush over and protect her with everything he has.
The eyes are doors to your soul after all.Perhaps she does have a lucky brother who wants to protect her at app costs.
However Xiao Ling could only internally cry for her,no matter how many times he tried to protect her,his body would not listen to him.
The most his body has done to try and protect her is that whenever the girl is beaten in public,Xiao ling would rush over and bring her into a hug.
To onlookers it looked as if the lunatic went crazy again and was going around women again.
But the nameless girl always knew that he was trying to shield her.
This however only made things worst for her,as her husband would grow jealous and beat her further when returned to their house.
Tonight,the husband had enough of her and kicked her out,she was insignificant to the village and no one would help her.
She only had a random lunatic who she knew wouldn't make her leave.
Xiao Ling sighed,he wanted to protect her,but he was less then useless right now because of the curse.
He doesn't even know her name,yet she only trusts him in this village.
Xiao Ling heavily dislikes the opposite gender,yet he always wants to help them.
Truly it was a difficult task being a woman in this realm.
The girl sat up straight and stared into his eyes.There was a pause before she whispered something.
As the night deepened, demons growled in the shadows, their presence overshadowed by the deafening tolling of bells signaling the arrival of the gods. In this ominous symphony, the girl, now seated upright, uttered words that cut through the eerie soundscape, leaving Xiao Ling stunned with wide-open eyes. Unheard were the demonic growls and divine bells—his world now resonated with a single question: "You're a god, aren't you?"