The Doting Smile of The Lord of Death

In the underworld..

King Yama’s throne room was as dark and oppressive as ever, the flickering green flames casting eerie shadows on the stone walls. The stench of the underworld was thick in the air, a mix of decay and the weight of countless souls that wandered in its depths. It was the scent of miasma. King Yama, with his imposing figure and sharp features, sat behind his grand throne, buried in his endless work. His eyes glinted with the weight of authority as he surveyed the procession of souls before him.

But today, something was different.

A shimmering silver light suddenly pierced the gloom of his court. The souls of Rui Chang Hu and Shen Yu appeared before him, their forms radiant and ethereal, like bright stars in the murky underworld. Their presence was out of place, a stark contrast to the usual dullness of the souls that crossed through his domain. Yama’s eyes narrowed as he regarded the two souls, a sense of annoyance creeping into his chest.