mistake
"here it is……"
When Indra opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a bed covered with dark golden satin.
The veil hanging from the dome shone with a pearly sheen, while his limbs were tightly bound by icy Celestial chains. Those shackles, engraved with runes that suppressed spiritual power, glowed faintly with his breathing.
He moved slightly, and the chains made a crisp clash of sounds, which echoed in the overly quiet bedroom.
He suddenly looked up and looked outside.
Familiar footsteps were heard from behind the screen, and Shanfatian came out wearing a loose crimson robe, his hair dyed dark red falling on his bare shoulders.
"Your Majesty has put on a good show." Indra looked at him coldly.
Shandharma leaned over and suddenly pinched Indra's jaw with his fingers.
"How did you see through my illusion?" His nails almost dug into Indra's skin.
Emperor Shitian smiled, a glimmer of light like a thin layer of ice floating in his golden eyes. "It's simple. I never believed that such a perfect paradise existed in the world. If there was, it should be created by me personally."
He had witnessed the prosperous times firsthand, and therefore knew the falsehood of illusions. There was no need to tell him all these things.
He tilted his head, letting Shan Fatian's fingertips slide down to the throbbing pulse in his neck. "Things that are too ideal are often the most likely to be a trap. Your Majesty, let alone you, have made a fatal mistake."
"Wrong?" Shan Fatian's thumb caressed the skin at his throat, and he suddenly chuckled. "Then why do you still follow my instructions? Could it be that the Holy Lotus, perpetually enveloped in light, would also be interested in Purgatory?"
"No, I don't understand what your majesty means." Indra's voice was as soft as a feather. "It's because of Asura. You dragged him into this dream, which is destined to be a hearty paradox."
"You knew it was fake, so why did you still go along with him?"
"How can others understand the friendship between me and Ashura?"
"Yet you keep falling into depravity again and again."
"Yes, I fell into depravity and took the initiative to accept him."
"His consciousness has not yet awakened, and I... I really want to see what I look like in his mind."
Shanfatian's eyes suddenly darkened. He yanked the chains tight, pulling Indra's head back, and whispered in his ear, "Now you know, Indra."
The chains made a subtle, crisp sound against his wrist bones, but Indra's breathing remained steady. "Yes, I understand... Your Majesty." He suddenly raised his knee to press against Shanddhāra's advancing form, a faint curve at the corner of his lips. "But you won't kill me."
"Oh?" Shan Fatian's hand suddenly grabbed his neck, the force just enough to suffocate him. "Why are you so sure?"
Di Shitian chuckled softly through the dizziness of hypoxia, a dark ripple of light emanating from his golden pupils. "Because you care about the people of the Celestial Clan... and more importantly," he suddenly raised his waist and leaned close to her ear, his breath as cool and refreshing as a lotus pistil, "you are enjoying this moment... the feeling of holding me in your palm."
Shanfatian suddenly loosened his grip and watched Indra fall back into the brocade, gasping for breath. He wrapped the chain around his knuckles and yanked him back toward him.
"Being too smart isn't a good thing." He licked the tip of his teeth, his eyes skimming over the red finger marks on Emperor Shitian's neck. "But you're right—I really can't bear to ruin my most perfect work."
Indra suddenly raised his head, letting the chains dig deep into the skin of his wrists. "Then you must hold on tight... Your Majesty." He smiled like a suddenly blossoming blood lotus. "After all, even a god could have their palm pierced if you're not careful."
Shanfatian was silent for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head and bit his exposed shoulder. He didn't release his teeth until he tasted blood, and slowly licked the red spot with the tip of his tongue.
"Then we shall wait and see." He loosened the chains and let Indra fall back onto the bed. As he turned, his clothes flickered a dark red arc of light. "Let's see what breaks first... the cage, or the fingertips trying to break free."
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