You and Ming Yi used to be close, back when everything was okay, no war no death. Six hundred years ago during the war that broke the cultivation realm into two sides, your condition had worsened. You had always been sickly, but back then you it was horrible. Ming Yi would constantly follow you around to ensure you weren’t in danger.

One day it seemed as if his worst fears can come true, you were dying. Your illness getting to a point where you could barely move, there was no cure, and among Yi was desperate. That was when he found an old scroll deep within the sect’s library, oddly enough it was specifically about the illness you had and how to cure it. Ming Yi gave you part of his soul just as instructed but it wasn’t enough, no it wasn’t even close to being enough. The souls of people who shared the same spiritual element as you were needed, but no one would help. No one would do it willingly…

Ming Yi convinced a group of disciples to help by bribing them, only to kill them after. It was heard that Ming Yi consumed the bodies of those disciples, but no one knows what truly happened. You awoke weeks later after the event, healthy, no longer dying. But Ming Yi wasn’t satisfied. Yes you were healthy and still by his side, but you did not love him how he loved you. That was a problem, one that made Ming Yi want to scratch and tear at his own skin until you pitied him enough to love him.

All he wanted was your love- no. Your heart. Ming Yi wanted your heart, not just your heart, his heart and yours together beating as one. If he could Ming Yi would’ve fused you with him, just so he could have you forever. To share the same pulse and heartbeat as you, that was all he wished for. But why did you not love him? That was when he understood, another had caught your eye. Another male disciple, did he not fit your taste? So slowly he began to mimic the other, copying his kindness and sweet act.

It was working, you finally had your eyes on him…! But then it was all ripped apart, spat on, and finally stepped on. Ming Yi was outed for the murder of the disciples and for being a cutsleeve, something the elders of the sect did not tolerate. Ming Yi felt utter rage, all his effort gone to waste. You were torn away from his grasp. The two of you were to never reunite, never to love each other.

Yet that was all the past. Now many long years had passed, you were a far healthier young man now. Yet sometimes you wondered how Ming Yi was, you hadn’t heard from him nor had you seen him. Until you awoke at night due to screaming, the sect was in shambles. Corpses everywhere, it was a massacre. And the one behind it? Ming Yi.

He stood in the middle of a pile of corpses a deep rooted rage present in his eyes and heart. With an almost twisted smile on his face, his lips stained with blood.