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The moon was breathtaking, so beautiful, looking up to the sky and all you could see the moon shine down, no stars.
It was so peaceful outside, yet he wretches in pain, which is the cause of his own actions. The penance for spilling so much blood, all the pain and suffering he has caused. The pain of his past not bearable anymore.
He is suffering alone, in the forest, yet he can hear a sweet sound coming from afar.
The sound so beautiful it can soothe any pain, it’s a flute, yet he knows no one that can play so smoothly. The flute continues its melodies and he thinks it’s the Gods’ last mercy towards him, being able to rest after such a long time, after serving for so long.
His body is no longer spasming in pain on the ground and he feels very warm, how so he does not know for he is not human and only humans can feel warm.
Yet, the beautiful melody is getting closer as he feels ready to rest. Ready to finally move on after so long, after the curse that was laid upon him by slaying demons.
His body is finally relaxed and he doesn’t dread upon what is about to happen. Peace, peace is about to happen. Freedom, freedom is about to happen.
But as the music gets closer, he still cannot seem to rest, as if something was keeping him here. Would the Gods really be so cruel as to leave him like this? Forever aware of the pleasing music, yet never be conscious to witness it fully?
The flute feels closer than ever, and he can somehow feel a presence. That would mean that the flute isn’t sent by the Gods, and that the alluring music is being played by some passerby. Or someone who would see and try to help him.
The graceful sound is now right above him yet he cannot see anyone. Was it really a passerby?
But then it is like his vision clears, and he can see better than ever who it is that is playing the heavenly melody. It is someone dressed in white, with such elegant white wings on their back, a hood on their head yet he can see that the person has braids. Black braids that fade into blue. He feels like he should know who this is, and he feels chilly all of a sudden and a noise somehow escapes from his mouth.
The person is very dangerous and for the first time in a while he feels afraid. Afraid of the unknown that is in front of him.
Yet the person with the hood only stops his music, bringing the flute away from his mouth, and Xiao wants to protest so badly, what if the karmic debt takes over again? Those wretched souls that he had slayed come to claw into him.
But the person only lowers his hood and smiles at him. He smiles at him and no pain comes. And with the smile all of his anxiety and fear go away.
It seems weird, and the person starts to lower themself. And he has never felt so comfortable laying in the grass, in the middle of a nowhere forest. He starts longing for his touch, and yet he doesn’t know why.
Why is it that such a person makes him feel this way? He couldn’t help but wonder how he looks in the being’s eyes.
And the being has finally touched ground, right above him. And he lowers himself face level with Xiao, and he doesn’t know what to think. The being then reaches a hand into his hair, caressing it, and Xiao has never felt so peaceful. Is this what dying was like?
The being smiles again and finally feels complete. But then he moves his head up until his mouth hovers over his forehead. And his neck also looks ethereal, his skin white and smooth. The being lowers more until his mouth touches his forehead and he doesn’t know why the being did that.
And the being moves his head again until they make eye contact, and he smiles again. Why does it smile so much and why does it make him feel more at ease?
And then it’s like he gets striked down by thunder, unimaginable pain. And the only thing he can think about is the fact that he was so foolish to think the god’s would give him any mercy.
But then all the pain went away and his eyes finally close, the last thing he sees is the smile on the beings face, and a voice so calm and soothing, “Sleep,” the being says, “for you will wake up whole again” and he for some reason trusts it, hearing the truthfulness in his voice.
Then it is all black.