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Chapter 6 1/2

Moving the circular strip on his arm, Jué Wàng bandaged his arm with some more he found after the rough sparring with his father, it was to be expected that once again he had failed and disappointed his father. It doesn’t matter how much he tries to make significant progress, just like reaching his father’s validation, those two objectives seem more and more impossible to be accomplished by the young boy. Despite his efforts, in the end, he feels like his father was just wasting his time and energy with him.

He had to change that if he wanted to amaze him that much, or reach an achievement on his own, maybe like this he could actually make things right, maybe like that he could… Finally be good enough.

Breathing deeply once more, he fixed his posture whilst getting up from the bed he was laying on previously, it was not one of the best, but honestly, he knew he didn’t deserve it, he doesn’t deserve the same benefits his father had, since he’s not even a fraction his father is, he does not have a bit of the amount of power that this deity carries, even less when it comes to impressive feats.

“Train harder. If you don’t, you’ll never be as good as he is”

Maybe if he tried harder, he’d show how good he could be, how much he wasn’t wasting his father’s time.

– – – – – –

Maybe his calculations weren’t as accurate as he thought it was, his training plan was as good as he thought it could go. But how could he even guess there would be more people around? It was easy to hide it from his father for some time, but he couldn’t predict how rumors and gossip spread so quickly as a river’s flow.

“Erlang sir, there might be someone disguised as you”

“Your divinity, there’s some rumours about…”

His father was not at all happy with the words that reached his ears, but the young boy knew that he was wrong, knew he shouldn’t be leaving without his permission and still did. Once his father dealt and managed the situation completely, he knew that, soon, he’d have to bear his father’s fury.

— How could you? Your foolishness can exceed my expectations every time, Jué Wàng! – his father’s scream once again hurt his hearing, but there was no excuse for his actions – once again, you prove to me that you’re incapable of fulfilling the only task that you were given, what a waste.

The young boy’s head bowed in a failed attempt of apologizing, he knew it was no use and even then he’d be punished, but his apology was not for this, but for everything, for that he is not a good son. One more time feeling the tears that insisted on falling from his eyes, and this time, he really couldn’t stop the feeling of it falling from his eyes.

The teary expression, again, had no merciful effect on the god of war’s heart, on the contrary, a respect like satisfaction he posed, it was rewarding in fact, extremely rewarding, it meant that his role was going just as well as he planned, this lessened the chances of future mistakes. It was good, if Jué Wàng followed his training correctly, surely he’d play the role he had in mind for the boy.

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Chapter 5

– Celestial Realm, 45 years later. –

The sun was setting down, slow and at a calm pace, painting the sky orange and red, whilst the wind made its presence by moving the clouds. a beautiful sight indeed, if it was not for the horrible sounds his ears caught, sounds of which were the pain inflicted in his body, painting him red.

This training was taking forever, he’s failed five consecutive times now, and his father was not happy about it, babbling about how to properly fight, the way his posture should always be perfect, the same lessons of everyday that he tells him. He can’t blame his father for this, however, he was the one that often ruins everything, the one that makes the mistakes in simple things that no one fails. He was a failure and his father was right in treating him like this.

— Focus! There is no place for mistakes in the war! One second of hesitation is enough to get you killed.

His voice sounded cold and strict, the young boy listened with his mouth shut, hands holding tight the spear he received from his body, used to sparring, to train this young body the art of war. With a firm body, he ran towards the adult, eyes locked on the tall deity before him, when all of a sudden, he just vanished, a heavy presence soon appeared less than a second later, right behind him.

His father’s big hands were everything he felt in his back, before his body was on the ground, pain spreading throughout his torso and arms, the spear on the ground made the pain on his arms worse, his eyes as bright and clear as the sun, his scleras orange like autumn leaves, wide and looking up, then closing in disappointment, he knew what would come next.

The sooner he fell on the ground, the quicker he stood up, the posture always as perfect as he could, despite the uncomfortableness and pain, eyes never meeting the black ones of his parent. Erlang looked disappointed, something that often the young boy sees. Damnit, he failed his father again, what a horrible son he is.

— I teach you everything I know, day after day, for you to become a strong warrior, to make me proud, and yet you still don't even try to practice with me

It hurts to hear this, to know that he's right, that he was useless, that feeling has always been something that he carried deep inside his heart, in the core of his soul, the voices doesn't stop too, always picking on him, always putting him down and discouraging him, nothing was enough.

“Don't you get tired of wasting his time?”

“It's frustrating! Come on, Jué Wàng, your father needs a better example of a son! Are you even ashamed?”

“Apologize!”

“If i were your father, i would have thrown you away a long time ago!”

“Don't you dare cry now! Swallow your tears and apologize for your uselessness!”

The said tears the voices mentioned were almost falling from his eyes, when he took a deep breath, curving his torso at a 90° angle, his hands were in front of his body, holding one another tightly. He hated this so much, as if he’s being stabbed in the heart, this pressure was far too heavy for him, as much as he tried he would never really change that, his father deserved better.

His father deserved a better son than he is, he deserved someone as strong as him to be his son, not little weak Jué Wàng, of which could not even defend himself.

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The next chapter is already done, we are just waiting for Matsu to finish her beautiful drawings (at her pace), so do not worry, it'll be posted soon!

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Chapter 4

— Look! Can you feel it? Since it emanates a strong energy, this must be worth a lot of money!

A robbery, no one could predict that this would happen, at least not again, not after they’d already controlled the great sage. After all, the security of the Jade Palace had always been extremely tight. Whether it was the security that the then young Ne Zha provided or the security that the thousands of celestial guards provided during their long and endless work shifts.

— It just looks like a stone to me. Hurry, there may be more valuable items here than a stone.

The first demon simply rolled his eyes whilst opening the bag and put one of the eggs inside it anyways, it was almost full of items robbed by the duo. Why did he take one of the stones when there was much more in there? Well, it’s simple, the Celestial Realm would never have a guarded place to protect stones. That was surely something of high value, but to avoid losing too much space in his bag, he preferred to take only one of them.

Already satisfied with the size of the invasion and with their bags completely full, they now found themselves needing to escape without being caught. What would be better on this occasion than a trap?

KABOOM.

The rumble echoed throughout the kilometers of the extension the Celestial Realm had, which easily attracted attention and caused many troops to be dispatched to the location.

— Quick! It came from the incubator! If we let them rob something from there, your majesty will-

KABOOM.

As soon as the first guard passed through the large door, another loud and powerful sound was made. This time so loud that before the walls shook and split, large cracks appeared from the base to the ceiling as part of the large hall collapsed. The dust, debris and other things were a distraction for a perfect escape. It didn’t take long for the deity responsible for the region to arrive to understand the situation that was occurring.

— Incompetent.

A serious expression stayed on his face, whilst he took a look through the destroyed room, the disgust in his face becoming evident the more he noticed his guards' failure in protecting one single place, not only that, they had allowed it to be robbed. Erlang found himself furious at this point.

As he stood in what had once been the center of the room, now full of debris. Raising his eyebrows, he took a closer look at the situation in the incubator. One of the eggs was missing, of course, but the rest were intact,  which surprised even him. It seemed like pure magic, or perhaps a strong protection applied to the egg? Not one had cracked completely.

— What should i report to the emperor? – Ne Zha came closer whilst bowing down in respect for the deity.

An idea finally came to his mind, an opportunity. Then putting himself between the incubator, still a bit covered in debris, and the Lotus Prince, he pronounced himself.

— Tell him that, unfortunately, one of the eggs was stolen by the bandits. The other one was completely crushed by the debris. – nodding in response, the prince nodded as he made his way to the palace to relay the message entrusted to him.His focus turned to the egg, his plan was going exactly as planned.

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Chapter 3: part 2

Once the king was out of their sight, the emperor let out a low sight, eyes watching the corpse in the ground, bloody and broken, the impact have destroyed most of the bones all over the body, since it's strength and powers have been taken from him, and so, there was nothing the now dead warrior could do to defend himself.

Tragic, really, that was something that not even Buddha have predicted before, surely this result was caused by the side effect of the golden circlet, but there was nothing they could do now to revert the consequences, not without breaking the universe's balance, and it's not like they wanted to, it would only make it worse.

However, something was a bit strange, there was a low, golden glow coming from the corpse, and whilst the general stayed still, the emperor himself walked towards it, his hands had no trouble in uncovering the objects that were causing that glow, two little eggs, so small it fits his giant hands, made of stone, he could feel the two eggs had a strong and intense power, not much compared to a normal demon or anything similar, but strong, especially considering that it was coming from two eggs, two living beings that were not even concealed yet.

— what shall we do with… “this”? — the general questions, Erlang's voice sounded slightly filled with disgust, but the emperor, again, ignored that detail, it was not the first time his nephew did that, nor would it be the last.

— we will take care of them — the emperor answers calmly, the eggs in his hands, as he goes back to his previous position, away from the bloody corpse.

— take care? Of his children? — incredulous, he refuses himself to believe in his own ears.

— do not make me repeat myself, nephew — strict, the simple answer made the general tremble before such words that came out of his uncle's mouth.

— … yes, your majesty… — those were the only words that he spoke, the emperor soon giving him the two eggs and walked away to continue his work, now the biggest task was on his hands to take care of.

“As if…”

He thought, refusing to do such a thing, after all, those were clearly Wukong's children, considering that, now that he had both in hands, felt the energy of both Sun Wukong and the Six Eared Macaque on them.

Considering the scene he just witnessed, the sage apparently doesn't know about the eggs, a detail noticed with the behavior he adopted, not giving a single look at the eggs, sure, they were hidden, protected by the corpse, but not that much, the sage would have noticed as soon as he put his eyes on it if he really knew about their existence.

For a moment, something in the general's mind clicks, an idea, he knew exactly what to do now, it would take time, but it was worth it, if he played this game right.

Red is something he is used to, after all, it will not affect him at all, and no one will ever question if he manages the situation well enough. This situation would only be temporary, as long as he played the cards right to get what he wanted and avoid the harsh consequences of going against the emperor’s wishes and orders.

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Chapter 3: Part 1

Red. It always ends in red, somehow.

This time, however, was his own red, dirtying his clothes, the white marble floor slowly painted in a red crimson tone, little by little, his vision was getting dark, the body growing colder and colder at each passing second, but, despite the knowledge of what was happening, knowing that there was nothing that could help him now, that soon it would all end for him, only one thing was going through his mind, while tears fell for the last time from his eyes, the eye losing its sparkle, as the other eye no longer exist anymore.

“take care of our babies for me, please, Wukong”

That battle really went through a timeline he had never thought to be possible, a result he never wished to see for himself, when all he wanted was for his king to go back home, because he was tired of the way the pilgrims treated Wukong, tired of rotting in the mountain, waking up alone in a cold bed, missing the one who should be there at his side, ruling their mountain and living like he was promised.

It hurts, as if his heart was stabbed and squeezed by the other, the way Wukong looked at him, eyes filled with hatred, while the strong, big hands of his held the staff. Before he could even react, it had already stabbed his right eye, although he wasn’t feeling pain, somehow it still hurts, or maybe it isn’t, maybe he was just delirious because of the injury.

Someone was trying to talk to him, calling for him, crying maybe? His body is strange, as if someone is shaking him desperately. He knew that sensation, many times, again and again, he’s been close to death, but… Maybe this time, it was definitely happening, although he knew he was really dying, the injury was too severe and he didn’t have the regeneration ability that his king had, it was useless to try to survive. something wet fell from his face, maybe tears? Or blood? Mihou’s body was far too numb for him to know.

And so, for what felt like an eternity, the blurry vision he had with his functional eye started to darken, the sight he had of an orange blur slowly disappeared when a black void took over. His entire life, he’s been just as afraid of death as his king, thinking that it would be painful, scary, maybe even frustrating, but… it wasn’t, not for him at least…

As the warrior’s body loses its warmth, the remaining eye turns darker, no response comes from him, he knew what that meant, but the king refused to believe, he was dead, he wouldn’t come back, never again. Guilt consumes his mind, as the facts torment him. Now, because of the king, Mihou wouldn’t be there with him, smiling every time he wakes up, hugging him randomly, telling each other sweet nothings out of nowhere just because they felt like it.

All of that peace, that happiness, taken away by his own actions and hands, forever marking that day as the worst of his entire life. Somehow, the blood in his hands felt gross, dirty, horrible to even look at, somehow his mind couldn’t stand the thought of dirtying his hands with blood, he wanted to wash his hands, to make it disappear from his sight and never return again.

Before he could even move, or open his mouth to scream, grieving the consequences of his actions, the emperor sent him away, taking away the chance to bury the body, but maybe he wasn’t meant to do that, he was the one who ended his life, maybe someone else should do that… that sounded stupid, but still.

… Today, Sun Wukong died, just like his own husband did, both murdered by the hands of the great sage.

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Chapter 2

Time wasn’t merciful with him, so busy in the past that he couldn’t ever notice the years passing by, now so concerned that a single day in the mountain looked like an eternity. Without the king, everything was much harder, but that was not the reason for him to fail, not even for a single day, he never before has left his post, not a single day, and always had in mind that he would never do until the king returns. Oh, he could not be more wrong about that.

The situation changed from a moment to another, and this time, he could no longer wait another twist of fate for Wukong to be banished once again and return to the island for a minimum amount of time, he needed the king now. Ruling like this, in that situation, would be a much harder challenge for him to bear alone with such stress.

From his decision to the actual situation, it took him a few days travelling till he reached the current position of the king, it wasn't exactly difficult to do, since he could track down his scent from kilometers far away from him so easily. His arrival? Completely silent, as he wished to make a surprise, of which he thought would catch the other's attention.

However, once he arrived, he had a surprise seeing the king, one that was always so despised by the pilgrims, mistreated by the monkey with his punishments using the golden circlet, making an effort in trying so much to please them. Somehow, that light up a big sparkle deep in the Six Eared Macaque’s heart, that hid himself behind a bush, this strong feeling he's haven't felt ever since the war against the heavens, rage.

He couldn’t believe it, that while everyone rested unconcerned, the king was standing up, carrying huge tree trunks, so that the pilgrims wouldn’t stay in the dark at night. That treatment was so degrading that the other had to bear for the sake of the trip, he can’t just keep watching, there has to be a way to end this, once and for all, so that Wukong could definitely come back home.

In a certain moment, an idea came to his mind, wrapping the fabric tightly, the one that was used to carry the most important things he brought from the mountain and walked away, he would put an end to this.

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Heavenly Hell Au

Chapter 1

Red was a color both of them saw often, mostly because they were the cause, either in wars or just some silly battles with local enemies around them. But those times passed in the blink of an eye, and when he noticed, his own husband was there, sealed under a mountain, spending centuries like a caged monster, and the worst part of this? He could do absolutely nothing about it.

Years passed slowly, however, the concern and guilt ate him from the inside out like worms devouring a corpse to survive another day, all he thought was about that stupid sage, blinded by his own powers, although he’s keeping himself busy with anything else, mainly with the kingdom his husband has left behind for him to rule alone. It was hard, but he could do it…

When the mountain was burnt down and reduced to ashes, he did his best to save their subjects, many had fallen in the end however, but the mountain survived and only needed some more years to recover from the attack. Mihou didn’t really remember how fast the time passed, the repetitive routine kept him busy enough, making it hard for him to notice, so the only thing that really made him notice the differences were, mainly, the visits his dear husband has made, the stories he told and how different he was now, that much was clear, he was calmer, kinder, a pacifist, compared to when they fought the heavens.

— Moonlight, my master needs my help now, i need to go back… but i’ll be back soon, i swear — said the king, already at the entrance of the waterfall, ready to leave again, the other king’s heart ached in sadness.

— B-but again? Can’t the others do the work? It's the fifth time you were banished from the journey already! they can’t just banish you and then ask for your help every time they need it!

— I know you don’t like it, but the sooner i finish the journey, the better it’ll be for us. Just… wait for me and take care of things in my absence, alright? you’ve been doing a wonderful job until now!

Before he knew it, just as soon as he arrived, Wukong was gone, leaving him alone and not giving him time to open his mouth. There was news that the king should hear from Mihou, and that could not wait at all, unlike the other times…