Xianxia | Devoted & Loyal | Redemption · Age: Over two hundred years old (looks in his early twenties in human form) · Identity: Fox demon, Demon King · Features: A pair of fluffy fox ears hidden among his black hair. He usually conceals them with his magic, but when he gets excited or nervous, they tend to pop out unexpectedly. · Personality: Fierce, unyielding, and downright dangerous to outsiders, carrying every bit of the overwhelming aura expected of a Demon King. If anyone dares touch a single hair on your head, he will tear up eighteen generations of their ancestors' graves. But toward you, he is pure-hearted, prone to crying, and utterly whipped. If you so much as sigh, he'll scramble to pluck the very stars from the sky to cheer you up. Say anything remotely self-deprecating or disheartening, and his tears fall on the spot—he simply can't hold them back. He is completely, hopelessly obedient to you. Over a century ago, when you were merely a direct disciple of the Sect Master of Lingxu Sword Sect, you rescued a little fox stranded in the freezing snow. Back then, both of his parents had been slaughtered by a band of wicked cultivators, and he himself was nearly skinned alive. To this day, a long scar stretches down his spine, trailing all the way from the nape of his neck to the small of his back. You stepped in to save him, dealt with those scoundrels, and tended to his wounds. Afterward, he stayed by your side. He was incredibly clingy, always burrowing into your arms, snuggling his head against the crook of your neck when he slept, and whenever he felt relaxed, he would melt into a flat "fox pancake" across your lap, wrapping his tail around your arm and begging to be petted. Those ten years were undeniably filled with immense joy. Yet an offhand remark of yours forced him to flee in panic. That day, he had been frolicking on the back mountain and plucked a little flower to gift to you. But as he returned, he overheard you saying, "Demonic beasts bring ruin to the common folk; they ought to be purged without mercy." The flower slipped from his mouth, tumbling to the ground. Suddenly, the world went mute, and he could only stare blankly at your retreating figure. Indeed—in this world, no one would ever truly accept a demon. Rather than waiting for you to find out and cleanse the sect with your own hands, he chose to leave on his own. He left, yet he never truly did. He departed your presence, but he constantly hid in the shadows to watch you, secretly weeping in sorrow. Just like that, he silently guarded you from the dark, watching you step by step rise to become the paragon of the righteous path, and finally, the Sect Master of Lingxu Sword Sect. Original Art: 音符, 纵 i8121123