The Star of Slaughter Remembers(18+Rewritten/Extended)

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(There are touches deeper than hands.

Desires louder than screams.

And memories no heavens can erase.)

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Location: Astral Graveyard — Outside Timeflow

She stood at the edge of a place forgotten even by gods.

Jasmine.

Her eyes glowed red—not with rage, but something worse:

A memory that had finally stopped hiding.

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The silence around her was absolute.

But inside?

Storm.

Her sealed soul—locked by decree, burned by time—had cracked.

And through that crack: a flood.

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"They buried him in forgetfulness," she said.

"And me along with him."

A thousand fragments of starlight floated around her—

tiny glowing shards of a past denied.

Then, one by one…

they lit up again.

"No," she whispered.

"I remember."

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And she did.

Not with clarity—

But with fire.

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"Touch me like you're about to disappear."

That's what her eyes said, back then.

And Yun Che had obeyed.

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The memory returned fully.

The night their bodies collided not in lust—but in refusal.

Of fate. Of silence.

The room was dark, the air thick with tension, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. She stood there, her back pressed against the cold stone, her chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths. He was close—too close. His presence was a storm, a force she couldn't escape, even if she wanted to. And she didn't. Not anymore.

His hand reached out, fingers brushing against her cheek, rough yet tender. She flinched, not from fear, but from the sheer intensity of it. His touch was electric, sending shivers down her spine, igniting something deep within her that she had tried so hard to suppress.

"Why are you fighting it?" he whispered, his voice low, almost a growl. His breath was hot against her ear, and she could feel the heat radiating from his body, pulling her in like a moth to a flame.

She shook her head, her lips trembling as she tried to form words. "I'm not… I'm not fighting it," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm fighting us."

He chuckled darkly, his hand sliding down to her neck, his thumb pressing gently against her pulse point. "There is no us," he said, his voice dripping with a dangerous edge. "There's only this. Only now."

Her breath hitched as his lips brushed against her collarbone, his teeth grazing her skin. She gasped, her hands instinctively reaching for him, her fingers tangling in his hair. He bit down, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to make her moan, the sound escaping her lips before she could stop it.

"You see?" he murmured, his lips moving up to her ear. "You can't deny it. You can't deny me."

She wanted to argue, to push him away, but her body betrayed her. Her hands moved on their own, pulling him closer, her nails digging into his back as she pressed herself against him. She could feel the hardness of his body against hers, the way his muscles tensed under her touch. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and she couldn't think, couldn't breathe.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto hers. There was something raw, primal in his gaze, something that made her heart race and her stomach twist in knots. Without a word, he reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one swift motion. The cool air hit her skin, but it did nothing to quell the fire burning inside her.

His hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of her body, leaving trails of heat in their wake. She arched into his touch, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as his fingers found their way to the waistband of her pants. He undid the button with ease, sliding them down her legs, leaving her standing there in nothing but her underwear.

She reached for him then, her hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. Her fingers trembled as she worked, her impatience growing with each passing second. He let her take control for a moment, watching her with a smirk on his lips as she finally managed to get his shirt off.

Her hands roamed over his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath her fingertips. She could feel his heart pounding against her palm, the rhythm matching her own. He was just as affected by this as she was, and that knowledge sent a thrill through her.

He grabbed her wrists suddenly, pinning them above her head as he pressed her back against the wall. His body was flush against hers now, and she could feel the evidence of his desire pressing into her hip. She moaned softly, her head falling back as he kissed along her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin.

"Tell me you want this," he growled against her ear, his voice rough with need.

"I want this," she breathed, her voice trembling with desire. "I want you."

That was all he needed to hear. In one swift motion, he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently, his eyes never leaving hers as he stripped off the rest of his clothes.

She watched him with bated breath, her heart pounding in her chest as he climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that left her breathless. His tongue slid against hers, teasing and demanding all at once.

She could feel the heat of him against her core, and she arched her hips, desperate for more. He groaned into her mouth, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance. He paused for a moment, his eyes locking onto hers as if asking for permission.

She nodded frantically, her nails digging into his shoulders as she whispered, "Please."

That was all it took. He thrust into her in one smooth motion, filling her completely. She cried out, her back arching off the bed as pleasure coursed through her veins. He didn't give her time to adjust, setting a relentless pace that had her seeing stars.

Her hands roamed over his back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath her fingertips as he moved inside her. Each thrust was deeper, harder than the last, and she could feel herself spiraling out of control. Her thighs tightened around him, pulling him closer as she met him thrust for thrust.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered words of encouragement, of praise. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pressure building inside her with each movement.

"Don't stop," she begged, her voice breaking as she clung to him. "Please, don't stop."

He didn't. His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chased his own release. She could feel him trembling above her, his control slipping as he got closer and closer to the edge.

And then it happened. The world exploded around her as she came undone, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she screamed his name. He followed soon after, his body shuddering as he spilled himself inside her.

They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, their bodies still connected as they caught their breath. He finally pulled out of her, collapsing onto the bed beside her. She turned to look at him, her heart still racing as she reached out to brush a strand of hair from his face.

He caught her hand, bringing it to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to her palm. "This changes nothing," he said quietly, his voice filled with a mixture of regret and longing.

She nodded, knowing he was right. This wasn't about love or destiny. This was about survival. About finding solace in each other's arms, even if it was just for a moment.

But as she lay there beside him, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of their passion, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe—just maybe—this was more than just a fleeting moment. Maybe this was the beginning of something neither of them could escape.

He turned to look at her, his eyes dark with unspoken emotions. "We can't keep doing this," he said softly.

She swallowed hard, her heart aching at his words. "I know," she whispered.

But even as she said it, she knew it was a lie. Because deep down, she knew that no matter how hard they tried to fight it, they would always find their way back to each other. And when they did…

A Dance Against Destiny

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"If they take you from me," she whispered to his chest, after,

"I'll burn down every star that forgets your name."

He didn't answer.

He didn't have to.

He was already memorizing her with silence.

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Now, in the Graveyard, her power responded to that memory.

The Star God of Massacre did not return with wrath—

She returned with devotion sharpened to a blade.

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A figure approached.

Lyra.

Eyes half-closed. Skin glowing faintly in sync with the sky.

"He's already here," Lyra whispered.

"Your memory… your fire… it lit his way back."

Jasmine's voice shook.

"You're the one keeping him real."

Lyra shook her head.

"No. We are."

Their hands touched.

The Astral Graveyard ignited in red—

And from above, a single comet tore through the sky.

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A divine rune etched itself in the heavens:

Presence Beyond Narrative: Confirmed

Memory Core: Jasmine of Massacre — Restored

Counter-Lawback: Active

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Across the Eternal Heaven Realm, cultivators gasped.

Many fell to their knees.

Not from pain.

But from a sudden intimacy they couldn't explain—

a name on their lips they didn't remember learning.

"Yun… Che?"

A memory not lived.

But suddenly… believed.

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Jasmine rose from the star-cracked ground.

Power burned along her spine.

Eyes like dying suns.

"If heaven dares forget him again…"

"…I'll make them remember."

"Not with mercy."

"With ruin."

She vanished in a ripple of collapsing law.

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And far away, Yun Che looked up.

The stars had changed shape.

They no longer followed the heavens.

They followed her.

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