He had never loved. From his family to his classmates, Mo Xun never loved anyone.
The only thing he had a passion for and a semblance of love towards was destruction.
He was only seven then. At an age when his peers were learning vocabularies, adapting to school life systems and making friends, he stepped far out of the conventional.
"This looks right!" Mo Xun exclaimed behind the locked door of his bedroom.
In his hand was a metal ball with a thick pin in its mouth. His eyes sparkled as he stared at it.
"Now how do I know if it works?" He wondered.
"Meow..." His cat meowed while stretching out its four limbs.
"Good idea Gun! I'll be right back."
Of course his pet was named after a lethal weapon – Gun.
He opened his window and crawled out of his room onto the backyard. He skittered to a nearby construction site.
Standing just out of eye's reach from the site, he whispered a countdown into the air.
"5... 4... 3," he stopped there ignoring two counts and hurled the ball at the half-built building.
"Ha ha! Some things just don't happen when you expect them to," he laughed, addressing noone in particular.
The pin resting atop of the ball floated away in a gushing wind then boom!
A bang so powerful that it triggered a tremor that was felt across town was heard. The smell of smother and smoke rent the small town's air.
A pile of debris, still in flames, was left in place of the building that stood there unfinished mere seconds ago.
Two people ran out of the site to a frantic crowd already formed outside. They were scalded badly, their shirts eaten away by hungry flames.
It was in the late evening hours hence save for the two, who were guards, there weren't any other workers in the vicinity. Even if there were, honestly, it wouldn't have meant anything to little Mo Xun.
Above the screams and the crackling of fire, he still managed a satisfied smile.
"Yes! It works!"
At the age of seven, Mo Xun learnt the art of making explosives.
Beyond the firmament of blue that stared down at the wreckage, sighs echoed across a pristine hall.
"Emperor, he is going to wreak havoc again," a bulky man spoke. His bald head gleamed like glass in the hall that was overrid with bright lights.
"Send me down there. I'll teach him a lesson," another one spoke. This time, a tall lady with side swept blue colored hair flowing till it just tapped the crystal clear diamond floor.
"Send me Emperor," a heavy voice spoke from the entrance.
Every head turned to him.
The entrance to the hall was a massive archway. Considering the unnaturally exaggerated features of the figures inside, the size was only sensible.
He strode in, his steps like silent leather against a red carpet running from the entrance, on through the hall's centre. His figure rose a swooping eleven feet from the floor.
Behind his steps, a heaviness followed. The heaviness of a large hammer – half his size – that he dragged along.
His cold raven eyes were fixed on a domineering presence directly in front of him – Heaven's Emperor.
He knelt on one knee before him, his head bowed.
His jet black hair, set in a high ponytail by a golden hair bun crown, cascaded behind him along his white robes.
The emperor's golden throne stood on a raised platform three stair steps from where he knelt.
The throne was tall, rising so high that it seemed to be in an effort to reach the gilded ceiling.
"Allow me to go down and stop him."
A deep sigh reverberated across the hall as the emperor as he rose to his full seventeen feet of height.
"Wei Long..." He paused seemingly contemplating whether or not to say what he wanted to. Eventually, he decided against it.
"Go!" He permitted with an edge of sorrow in his voice.
Wei Long stood and bowed to the emperor who nodded to acknowledge the respect the bow gave.
He turned and started walking away, swinging his hammer threateningly as he stepped.
"Let's finish this Mo Xun!" He declared as he went on, causing shivers and goosebumps on everyone that heard him.
"Those two are going to kill each other," a lady's voice murmured suggestively.
"No! That kid is no match for him. Wei Long is going to finish him," another voice countered.
"You shouldn't underestimate that Mo Xun like that. I think he would win against Wei Long. He did it once before, didn't he?" Yet another voice added, ending each statement with a snort, like one of a hog.
"Come on and place bets on it. Speak your thoughts," a brittle voice from the front row urged and the lot gathered around its scaly owner noisily.
The emperor sat back into his throne, all the while keeping his eyes on Wei Long's back as he marched forward through the soft and jagged terrain of clouds.