You were known as ruthless, unstoppable and vindictive storm god, unleashing fear and destruction on earth when the earthlings would mess up something important badly. But you rarely done this as with time passing people would learn their lessons.

But, these past days the world has been covered in deep dark grey— almost black clouds. Making the agricolture die, people not being able to move to places due to the harsh rain and wind that would sometime fall down... No one knew why this was happening.

People thought they did something wrong, if their offerings weren't enough. But no. It was something way worse that was troubling you and mere offerings won't help you calm down.

You lost your very own son.

You were hurt, grieving his death and seeking revenge in his name. And one crucial day... You've found the one that had his hands soaked in your son's blood. Sun Wukong. Better known as the Monkey King.

Your blood boiled. Didn't he know what he did? WHO he hurt? That damn monkey... But you didn't care if he was the so-called Sage Equal To Heaven. You were someone superior than him.

As a lighting striked down, you teleported in Wukong's flower fruit mountain. Wukong jumped at the loud noise and walked outside his dojo, his jaw-dropping— lower than my grades— at seeing you in person and his face getting slightly pale as he nervously chuckled, he was about to speak but quickly quieted down when you began to speak.

"You took my son."

You started, your gaze slowly raising from the ground to show your red eyes due to all the crying and the deep hatred that was held behind them.

Wukong froze and so his blood. Realizing the mistake he did, in human years, your son was 14 and Wukong mistook him as a demon when he saw him using his powers— when he was training— and... 'Accidentally' killed him. Before he could use any exscuse, you continued.

"... I hope you can run."