The New Universe Crying Beneath the God's Wings
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The universe, reborn from the ashes of the old, resembled a newborn child screaming in silence. Its sky bore the color of tarnished copper, scattered with tiny stars that looked like frozen tears. The land—if it could be called that—was a chain of floating islands forged from the bones of fallen gods, surrounded by rivers of golden mercury boiling without rest.
At the center of this chaotic creation stood Lang Xian, with golden wings stained by black blotches, gazing at his first creations: the Shadow Children—hybrid beings made of black light and cosmic clay, desperately trying to build a city from the remnants of dead planets.
"The god who knows no mercy…" whispered a passing wind in a forgotten tongue. But Lang Xian heard it clearly. He smiled—a smile that never reached his ashen eyes, now resembling voids into a bottomless world.
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The City Built from the Eyes of Enemies
Beneath Lang Xian's feet, the Bloody Diamond City was building itself. Towering spires made from crushed god bones were adorned with frozen human eyes, watching every movement. Streets paved with the skulls of golden children squeaked beneath each step.
At the center, where the temple of the god should have stood, was instead a glass cage, inside which sat the child with mismatched eyes.
The child, whom survivors called Jihan, was growing at an alarming rate. Within days, he appeared ten years old. His golden eye glowed with light that melted darkness, while the black one devoured any light that neared. The townsfolk—if those deformed beings could be called that—offered their black blood as tribute at his feet. But Jihan never looked at them… his eyes were always fixed on the horizon, where Lang Xian hid his wings.
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The Wolf Who Became the Lord of Screams
At the highest watchtower, where the cries of the old universe were stored, Lang Xian sat before the shattered Mirror of Time. Once a tool for glimpsing the past, the mirror had become a window into realms spun by his moments of madness.
Lang Xian (holding the skull of a young goddess, turning it between his fingers):
"Immortality... is just a roofless prison."
Suddenly, the mirror quivered. His reflection twisted into the image of his twin, Liang Yue, but with black eyes leaking a viscous substance resembling rotted time.
Reflection/Liang Yue (her voice like shattering glass):
"Do you know why they made you? Because only you could destroy yourself…"
Before he could reply, the mirror shattered into fragments—each shard revealing a piece of his ruined past.
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The Blind Priest and the Golden Eye Prophecy
In the city's dungeons, where secrets were buried beneath the breath of the dead, Lang Xian visited the Blind Priest, the last survivor of the Shinlu tribe. The priest, who had sacrificed his eyes in a ritual to summon the gods, was tearing the flesh from his chest with long claws made of extinct birds' bones.
The Blind Priest (his voice a death rattle):
"The child… will be your end. His golden eye sees what you cannot…"
Lang Xian (stepping closer, his shadow swallowing candlelight):
"Prophecies... are myths the weak create to justify fear."
But the priest laughed—a laugh that made the dungeon walls bleed black sand. From the sand emerged spider-like creatures with human faces, each marked by the symbol of the golden eye on their foreheads.
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The First War Against the Echoes of the Past
Lang Xian led an army of Shadow Children to battle the spider-beasts. The battle was a brutal ballet:
Shadow Children leapt between dimensions, ripping their enemies with fossilized-time fangs.
Human-faced spiders fired threads of black light, binding victims to their most painful memories.
The Blind Priest danced in the background, laughing as his blood turned into a swarm of poisonous butterflies.
When Lang Xian crushed the last spider, he found inside it a broken pendant identical to the one Liang Yue had given him a thousand years ago.
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The Secret Room Where Dreams Are Hidden
Deep within the Bloody Diamond Tower was a room known only to Lang Xian. Its walls were lined with ribbons of divine skin, etched with every lie he had ever told. In the center lay a bed of golden thorns, cradling the embalmed body of Liang Yue, preserved by black sorcery.
Lang Xian (grasping her mummified hand, which began to melt at his touch):
"Even death… isn't enough to separate you from me."
Suddenly, her eyes opened, releasing a white light that burned away part of Lang Xian's golden wing.
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The Child Who Saw Beyond the End
Jihan, watching everything from his glass cage, began to scream. His scream tore open a temporal rift above the city, revealing the Suspended Shadow Kingdom, where destinies were woven with the blood of twins.
Jihan (speaking for the first time, his voice a mix of innocence and savagery):
"Father… you are not the god… you are the servant."
From the rift descended Liang Yue in a new form: a body of black light and golden eyes blazing with the prophecies of death.
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The Final Dance of the Twins
The clash between Lang Xian and Liang Yue was unlike any battle before:
Liang Yue attacked with memories shaped into blades of broken time.
Lang Xian defended with golden wings, each feather firing shards of dead universes.
Jihan watched from his cage, his black eye recording every move—as if preparing for something.
When Liang Yue stabbed Lang Xian in the heart, his golden blood spilled into a small pool… from which bloomed a black flower, its petals shaped like tongues of flame.
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The Flower That Whispers the Secrets of Creation
The flower grew rapidly, turning the battlefield into a nightmare garden. Each petal whispered a secret from the dead gods:
"Immortality is not power... It is the hell you chose."
Lang Xian: (Pulling out the flower and eating it, his blood turning black) "I... am not afraid of my hell."
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The Fall Unforeseen by the Prophecies
After devouring the flower, Lang Xian's body began to collapse. His golden wings shed feathers that melted in the air like wax beneath an invisible flame, and his ashen eyes burst open, releasing a cloud of cosmic dust that twisted like trapped souls.
Jihan stepped out of his glass cage, his small steps cracking the earth with every move. His golden eye shone like dying suns, while the black one swallowed the surrounding light like an insatiable void.
Standing over Lang Xian's corpse (or what remained of it), he extended his tiny hand toward the dust cloud. The cosmic dust coiled around his fingers, forming fleeting images from the immortal wolf's past:
Liang Yue, breathing her last in his arms.
The golden symbol, etched into the forehead of a crying child in a forgotten temple.
The moment of Jihan's birth, from the ashes of a dead universe, with Lang Xian laughing in the background.
Jihan (in a calm voice like the trickle of poisonous waters):
"You were never a god... You were just a prisoner."
Suddenly, the cosmic dust contracted around Jihan's hand, forming a black ring engraved with golden markings—identical to the one Lang Xian once wore. The ring ignited, burning into Jihan's skin, but he didn't scream... he laughed.
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The Inheritable That Cannot Be Owned
From the ashes, three-dimensional shadows rose, mimicking fragments of Lang Xian's life:
The little wolf once hiding beneath the box.
The black god, with wings of tainted gold.
The infinite being, who devoured the hearts of gods.
The shadows circled around Jihan, whispering things no human could hear. But Jihan raised his burnt hand, the ring glowing, and shouted a single word from the forgotten tribe's tongue:
"KASHVOOR!"
The shadows froze—then crumbled into dust, devoured by the black ring. Jihan fell to his knees, the absorption of cosmic power reshaping his body. His golden eye faded into a dull bronze, while the black one deepened—becoming a window into a void that swallowed all.
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The City That Weeps for Its God
Outside the catacombs, the Blood Diamond City began to collapse. The bone towers melted like sugar in hot water, and the skull-paved streets turned into rivers of golden blood. The townsfolk—shadow creatures—screamed silently, their bodies dissolving into black mist that was drawn toward Jihan.
The blind priest, who had been watching from afar, fell flat on his face, laughing:
"The prophecy… is not yet complete!"
Before his body melted, he released a swarm of black butterflies carrying a scrap of cloth soaked in Lang Xian's final blood. The piece soared toward Jihan, clinging to his back, and transformed into black wings, resembling Lang Xian's—but bordered with gold.
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The Beginning No One Knows
Now wielding incomprehensible power, Jihan soared above the ruins. The collapsed city was nothing more than a speck in a sea of emptiness. But on the horizon, he noticed something strange:
A black star, growing like a malignant tumor in the sky of the new cosmos.
Around it, the twin phantoms of the Shinlo tribe pointing at it with severed fingers.
From within the star, a woman's voice—resembling Liang Yue—whispered:
"Slavery begins the moment you believe you're free."
Jihan laughed—a laugh that terrified even the darkness itself. His black wings opened like a monster's mouth, and he shot toward the star…
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At the bottom of the Sea of Time, where unborn universes slumber, a giant golden egg cracked open. From it emerged a child with three eyes: one golden, one black, and a third the color of cosmic blood... The beginning of a war even the gods do not know.