NotaNuffian
This does spark joy.
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*Quick sidenote, once again this is from my dream and I know, I am plagerizing scenes from multiple different works.*
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"Li Ao! You rascal!" A sharp slap cracked the air with the accusation and the blow squarely struck a man no older than twenty, sending him reeling back and almost toppling the tiny pill cauldrons on the table behind.
"I'VE FED YOU, BATHE YOU..." his assailant's words soon fall into deaf ears once more, it gets easier when the excuse is used everytime and even more so when they are more punctual than the meals the old fogey says to provide. The man known as Li Ao got up with cracks on one side of his cheeks, bulging and red is the palm imprint so distinct that it would take a day or two to heal once again.
The storm of curses continued with the addition of rain made of cane blows, violently pulling the pill apprentice out of his thought and have him enduring the abuse. His arms quickly bruised and bled as Li Ao is akin to the struggling canoe in the hurricane.
His turmoil ended rather swiftly, not by Master Jang's mercy but the old man's incessive panting. Jang may have had his back bent, but his enraged gaze still focused on Li Ao, "if I was ten years younger... I will fucking kill you...!"
The old man then left the room in a huff, blowing out the candles around with a gust from his palm and the heavy oak door was slammed, harder than usual and the standard locks turning clunked to a stop. The darkened room with light sources only from the stoves possessed no challenge to the apprentice, who have more cracks on his skin than unblemished surface, as he walked to check on the pill formations in the cauldrons and frowned at the expected result. He sighed as he dumped out the burnt dregs but instead of dumping in the next batch in, Li Ao extinguished the remaining fire within the room as he began to sing.
While it was creepy for a lone man singing in the dark room, it became even creepier when said room filled with medicine shelves, stoves and tables is slowly replaced by a room with shelves of urns of the cremated and filled canopic jars, the stoves and tables have mummified bodies resting instead of ashes and items.
Li Ao then walked out the mausoleum; doorless from the transformation and the bright moonlight bask him in serene white as he looked at the cracks on his arms. He managed to break off a piece of himself with ease like a cheap porcelein and sneered at the damages by Jang.
"Lack of skills and even lacking in humility, is it my fault that I am better than that grandson of yours? Or even greater than you?" He could not forget the time when he made the Earth rank inferior pill after a few tries, the face that fogey made; no joy, only envy and anger.
Brushing the bitterness out of his mind, he had already walked into a filled cemetery with worn tombstones and towards one of it. More specifically, the one with disturbed grave.
While Father did told him to let things happen on its own, the doll could not wait any longer as he unearthed the sealed coffin. The lid of the box was easily pried open as Li Ao slowly marvelled at its content.
Laid within is an ashen and slightly wizened body with little puncture wounds all over it, crawling underneath its dried skin are the different types of grubs feeding off the body. While this scene might cause others to puke, elation is the only emotion from Li Ao as he wanted to touch the corpse that looked just like him. But he could not, even when the soul residing in this puppet yearns to return, it is not the time yet. Li Ao knows but couldn't help to curse at the ill timing.
He shut the coffin once again and gently putting it back into the grave, mumbling incessantly.
"This time, this time I'm going to be a real boy."
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"Li Ao! You rascal!" A sharp slap cracked the air with the accusation and the blow squarely struck a man no older than twenty, sending him reeling back and almost toppling the tiny pill cauldrons on the table behind.
"I'VE FED YOU, BATHE YOU..." his assailant's words soon fall into deaf ears once more, it gets easier when the excuse is used everytime and even more so when they are more punctual than the meals the old fogey says to provide. The man known as Li Ao got up with cracks on one side of his cheeks, bulging and red is the palm imprint so distinct that it would take a day or two to heal once again.
The storm of curses continued with the addition of rain made of cane blows, violently pulling the pill apprentice out of his thought and have him enduring the abuse. His arms quickly bruised and bled as Li Ao is akin to the struggling canoe in the hurricane.
His turmoil ended rather swiftly, not by Master Jang's mercy but the old man's incessive panting. Jang may have had his back bent, but his enraged gaze still focused on Li Ao, "if I was ten years younger... I will fucking kill you...!"
The old man then left the room in a huff, blowing out the candles around with a gust from his palm and the heavy oak door was slammed, harder than usual and the standard locks turning clunked to a stop. The darkened room with light sources only from the stoves possessed no challenge to the apprentice, who have more cracks on his skin than unblemished surface, as he walked to check on the pill formations in the cauldrons and frowned at the expected result. He sighed as he dumped out the burnt dregs but instead of dumping in the next batch in, Li Ao extinguished the remaining fire within the room as he began to sing.
While it was creepy for a lone man singing in the dark room, it became even creepier when said room filled with medicine shelves, stoves and tables is slowly replaced by a room with shelves of urns of the cremated and filled canopic jars, the stoves and tables have mummified bodies resting instead of ashes and items.
Li Ao then walked out the mausoleum; doorless from the transformation and the bright moonlight bask him in serene white as he looked at the cracks on his arms. He managed to break off a piece of himself with ease like a cheap porcelein and sneered at the damages by Jang.
"Lack of skills and even lacking in humility, is it my fault that I am better than that grandson of yours? Or even greater than you?" He could not forget the time when he made the Earth rank inferior pill after a few tries, the face that fogey made; no joy, only envy and anger.
Brushing the bitterness out of his mind, he had already walked into a filled cemetery with worn tombstones and towards one of it. More specifically, the one with disturbed grave.
While Father did told him to let things happen on its own, the doll could not wait any longer as he unearthed the sealed coffin. The lid of the box was easily pried open as Li Ao slowly marvelled at its content.
Laid within is an ashen and slightly wizened body with little puncture wounds all over it, crawling underneath its dried skin are the different types of grubs feeding off the body. While this scene might cause others to puke, elation is the only emotion from Li Ao as he wanted to touch the corpse that looked just like him. But he could not, even when the soul residing in this puppet yearns to return, it is not the time yet. Li Ao knows but couldn't help to curse at the ill timing.
He shut the coffin once again and gently putting it back into the grave, mumbling incessantly.
"This time, this time I'm going to be a real boy."
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