Thoughts of wwx in eternal limbo after the First Siege, just letting himself get lost in the screaming souls and the pain. Pain it’s all he knows now, it’s all he is. He stares blankly at the bloodstained ground, skeletons and corpses attempting to grasp his tethered robes. And he lets them. He lets them get a piece of him, tearing him over and over. They want something that resembles warmth, even if he himself is beyond a warm being.
Once in a while, he can hear them, when his mind happens to mend itself to pay attention other than the death clawing at his feet.
“Wei Wuxian, show yourself!”
“Yiling Laozu, I command your soul to return!”
“Wei Ying… are you there? Are you resting? Wei Ying, please… give me a sign. Anything—“
“I won’t let you rest, Wei Wuxian! I’ll bring you back and kill you a thousand times over!”
It was always the same… when will they leave him alone?
“Yiling Laozu… I summon you back to the living, please consider this poor soul’s request. Let my sacrifice be useful and give this lowly one at least a final purpose…”
Out of all the times he’s heard voices calling, demanding him to show himself, this one was gentle and frail, yet loud enough to get his attention. Bleak, silver eyes finally lift from the ground. The light above him is almost blinding, he shrinks back in search of the darkness he had grown used to, but no matter how much he tried to stay put, the bright light just pulled him harder. He doesnt want to go. Let him be one with the pain and agony, let him be…
“Please, Yiling Laozu, you’re my only hope…”
The voice sounds so scared… So frail. His heart aches for it, for the person that it belongs to. The world still so cruel towards those with kind hearts, enough to drive them into asking for the infamous Yiling Laozu. But it’s enough to make him open his eyes once more, and for the fist time in this eternal punishment, he moved towards that voice. “Okay…” His voice rasps from the lack of use, “Okay… Don’t be sacred, okay? Wei Wuxian will take care of it.”
