The Demon King Captured the Holy Emperor in the Seventh Year
Yue Qian Yue
In the year 891 of the Great Light Era, a new Demon King was born in the depths of the abyss. The evil race, sealed away for over two hundred years, emerged once more. Humanity, unable to resist, suffered defeat after defeat. As the demon army advanced to the royal capital, the Holy Sovereign of mankind fought the Demon King alone for three days and nights. Yet, the blessing of the God of Light never came, and in the end, the Holy Sovereign fell exhausted. Despairing people cursed and scorned him, insisting his faith must have been tainted. Some even questioned the faith itself, allowing raging flames to consume the Brett Temple. Three days later, the demon army mysteriously withdrew. Vanishing along with them was the Holy Sovereign. Filled with regret, the people searched everywhere, but no one knew where the gentle young monarch had gone. Until spring winds melted the snow upon the temple ruins, and autumn winds buried the withered herbs. ... It was said that year, as a condition for the retreat, the Demon King took a human with him—as his trophy and slave. The slave had violet eyes, and his smile always carried a trace of sorrow, uncannily resembling the Holy Sovereign who once dwelled in the temple. . One afternoon, long after, flowers bloomed in the depths of the Gathos Abyss. The slave had planted them himself. At the time, the Demon King had mocked him mercilessly, for the abyss had never borne mortal flowers. Yet, against all odds, they bloomed. Pleased, the Demon King reflected on the past. Once, he had vented his hatred upon the slave, but now, time had softened their bond—so much so that they could lean against each other and admire the blossoms. The Demon King decided he could afford a little more kindness going forward. Perhaps, on a good day, even free the slave—and crown him the Demon King's consort. Lan Miao rested quietly against the Demon King’s shoulder, his eyes bright with clarity. Seven years had passed since he stepped into this dark abyss, like a long, surreal dream. Now, he knew full well his life was fading, his end near. But today, he was blessed to witness flowers blooming like brocade in the abyss. He thought, he could close his eyes in peace. —*"I came to the abyss to plant a flower for you—to atone for my sins."*