Your parasite stirs as he speaks. You recognize those names, somehow. Flashes of gossip and portraits from a faraway land that find resonance in half-remembered texts and idols in crowded shrines. Cuī Zhànshì, A heroic demon swordsman and disciple of Jiǔtiān Xuánnǚ, white-haired and black-skinned. One that clawed his way up from ancestral curse to a virtuous life. Huīyīng Fǎshī, a great scholar and associate of Jīnfǎ Gēshǒu. A stern immortal, robed like his gray eagle namesake.
The pale man's eyes widen at the sight of the spider, another name tumbling from him--Luō Sī, a great demon that dwells in the hungry dark below the world, spinning webs of treachery and malice. A creature worshiped as a dark goddess.
The list ends with another odd figure. Shǒuàn Zhǔ, blood-drenched demon lord of a land untouched by sunlight. There's the slightest tinge of desire that clings to the name.
The connection fades before his mind can tell you why.
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The pale man's eyes widen at the sight of the spider, another name tumbling from him--Luō Sī, a great demon that dwells in the hungry dark below the world, spinning webs of treachery and malice. A creature worshiped as a dark goddess.
The list ends with another odd figure. Shǒuàn Zhǔ, blood-drenched demon lord of a land untouched by sunlight. There's the slightest tinge of desire that clings to the name.
The connection fades before his mind can tell you why.