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"We found him! We found Wei Wuxian!" "Bring him in," Wangji commands. He draws Bichen and turns towards the door, golden eyes dark and tense. He'll meet his enemy at last. And make him pay. ---- #Wangxian enemies to lovers au cw: heavy angst, violence, happy ending etc.
//more cw/tw on updates//
---2 years ago--- The flames blaze, travelling from building to building in the peaceful and ancient oasis that is known to be the Cloud Recesses. Except, it is not peaceful any longer. The sound of swords clashing, screams of the wounded and the terrified fill every corner.
And through it all – a lone flute. Reverberating in the air, the melody is both alluring and horrifying at the same time. The flame-rimmed robes of Qishan Wen flash throughout the Cloud Recesses, pushing back the white-clad cultivators of Gusu Lan.
However, Wens have not come to exterminate, but to teach a lesson. A lesson other clans would also remember. A flock of crows glide over the sky filled with smoke until it makes a small low circle above the head of a tall and dark silhouette, enshrouded by
evermoving resentment. The man is dressed entirely in black. Only the red flames around the hem of his sleeves verify that he belongs to the Qishan Wens. Yiling Laozu. The most terrifyingly beautiful man many have laid their eyes upon.
Strong shoulders, long limbs, narrow waist accented with a black sash. His hair falls far over his back, black as ink and shimmering like a raven's wing. His face is cruel, but handsome. High cheekbones accented with plush upturned lips that make it seem
like he's constantly wearing a small amused smile. But it's the eyes that make the skin crawl. Eyes burning red from under the rich black eyelashes. Redder than the ribbon in his hair, redder than the tassel hanging from the black flute tucked behind his sash.
The man holds two swords. One's blade is thin as ice, emitting a light blue glare. The whole spiritual weapon trembles lightly as if being held a hostage, but it cannot seem to break out of the man's iron-tight grip no matter how much it wants to.
The other sword is darker, with two characters engraved on the white silver blade. Suibian. The tip of Suibian is pressed against a cultivator's throat. The white-clad Lan has collapsed on his knees, blood steadily pouring out of the wound in his head and shoulder. Broken
guqin lying next to him. He had put up a good fight. A worthy opponent to the man now holding him at the edge of the sword. But in the end, no one could defeat the mighty Yiling Laozu, the founder of the Demonic Cultivation, a master swordsman and Wen Ruohan's right-hand man.
A man so powerful his name was whispered in hushed tones. A man whose wrath was immense and destructive and who was known to spare no one. And it seems that now he has no intention to spare the Lan in front of him either.
His red glowing eyes meet the frosty gold of the other cultivator and his lips draw into a small cruel smile. "Your last words, Hanguang-jun." ----------
After a long and tiring journey back from the Nightless city, the Twin Jades of Lan are having tea in Hanshi, when a guard runs in bowing low. "What is it?" Lan Xichen asks in a calm voice, placing his teacup down on the table. "We found him! We found Wei Wuxian!"
"Bring him in," Wangji commands before his elder brother can open his mouth. He draws Bichen and turns towards the door, golden eyes dark and tense. Lan Wangji has waited for this moment for two long years. He'll meet his enemy at last. And make him pay. (tbc)
For many years Wei Wuxian, also known as Yiling Laozu, has been a name feared by the whole cultivation world. Found on the streets of Yiling as a child, he was taken in by the Wens. Wen Ruohan himself had been charmed by the bright smile and the relentless spirit of the boy.
Raised and shaped in the Nightless City, a soft clay in Wen Ruohan's powerful hands, Wei Wuxian proved to be a genius, inventing Demonic Cultivation at the mere age of seventeen. He soon rose through the ranks, leaving Wen Ruohan's sons far behind in the dust.
Rumour was that Ruohan favoured the young man so much, Wei Wuxian could break the centuries old clan traditions and become the next leader. The Wen clan was ruthless, greedy and powerful. They were not tolerant when it came to criticism or disobedience.
To show their power, Qishan Wens subdued and destroyed if necessary. Whoever tried to stand up against them, would pay a price. Such was the fate of Lans. Half of the Cloud Recesses were burnt down, when the Wens led by the mighty Wei Wuxian himself entered the peaceful home.
Lan Wangji had fought him personally, meeting his match. Eventually, Wei Wuxian had gotten the upper hand and nearly killed him. But at the last moment, he had changed his mind. Instead, he broke Wangji's leg and walked away, leaving behind destruction, ash and blood.