Chapter 134 - For Us

["Ghost King! I have returned."

"I am in no mood, child."

He watched the king looking out at the moon in the dark of the night. The palace felt empty and he could see dried blood around the area. His king had smears of blood still on his robe and skin, uncaring of the mess. He walked away and reached into his sleeve to pull out a cloth. He found a pail of water beside a dead body. 

He froze for a moment, before he swallowed down the fear and dunked his handkerchief.

Returning to his king, he began wiping his king's bloodied hands. Silver eyes turned to him and watched him clean off the blood caked on pale skin. He was just as tall as his abdomen now, not quite an adult, but matured enough to know what happened.

He looked at his king with his brown eyes and reached up to wipe at the silver eyed male's neck. The Ghost King grabbed his wrist and stared at him for a moment. He stared right back with a frown.

"The sad child with the scar on his brow. The one who cried."

"I am no cry baby, my king. I can fight now!"

He heard a soft laugh, almost unable to hear if he weren't so close.

"Are you not afraid?"

"No."

His king wrapped a large hand around his neck and he froze. He forced himself to calm down and watched his king staring at him. His airway squeezed and he opened his mouth to breath. Hands kept in place for a moment and he tried to focus on the breeze blowing past his skin. The Ghost King removed his hold and pursed his lips.

"You are afraid."

"Of course I am! You were trying to choke me!" He blurted out frowning and rubbing his neck.

His king bent down so their face were at the same level. The Ghost King's large hands wrapped around his to place on strong neck. He blinked widely at his king who closed his silver eyes. The Ghost King wanted… wanted him to squeeze? His small hands tightened, but he pursed his lips.

Removing his hands, he grabbed the cloth once again and wiped his king's face. He saw silver eyes blinked at him softly and he pouted.

"Child, what is your name?"

"My grammy and papa calls me Momo."

He continued to clean the beautiful face before him and pulled away with a grin.

"Your family name?"

"I… don't have one."

"…"

"I just… my grammy and papa said they found me and took care of me. I don't know where I came from and grammy and papa never told me their family name."

"I see… are they…"

"No."

He looked away, but turned back when his king kneeled before him. His brown eyes blinked away his wet eyes. His king reached to cup his cheek and he saw sadness in those silver eyes.

"It is my fault they are now gone and you are alone. Are you just here to receive your wish to be strong? What would you do then?"

"I… I will help you."

"Me?"

His king's eyes widened and the beautiful man's head tilted. He smiled widely and held his king's hand with both of his.

"Mm," he nodded, "I… don't have a home anymore and you… you need help. I will help you."

"I do not-"

"I promise, Ghost King! I will help you not be lonely. We are both lonely, aren't we?"

He declared and he saw his king let out a laugh.

"Being my friend, caring for me, you will regret it, Momo."

"I promise I won't."

He heard his king hummed and pressed a finger to his chest. He inhaled sharply and felt a burning in his inside. It itched up to his skin and he scrunched his face, before he gasped in a breath. Blinking to clear himself, he looked over at his king who was watching his reaction. 

Sending a grin, he bowed, thanking his king.

"Are you certain?"

"Yes. Whatever you want, my king."

"Then we will no longer be lonely, will we?"

"Mm," he nodded and his king stood and grabbed his hand.

"Thank you, Mo Chou."

"Did you… did you call me Mo Chou?!"

His king did not reply as he took him to the kitchen. They walked by decaying bodies and dried blood, but Mo Chou did not care. He will help his king be happy again.

'Free of loneliness. It suits,' he thought with a grin. Wang Li smiled at him and entered the kitchen.

"Thank you, Mo Chou. You have given me a reason once again."]

"Heaven's Chosen, you have half his core. He will need it to gather his power once more."

Ying Yue searched the tan man's face.

"You… you are also part of the plan."

"You can't be too shocked," Mo Chou looked to the other side of the room, "He cares so deeply for you, not one person can leave a lasting imprint in his heart."

"I… I am sorry."

"Don't be. I am happy. He gave me a purpose again, helped me reunite with my brother, and gave me a gift I can never repay."

Ying Yue looked to the wounds on the man's body, to see the blood pooling, but Mo Chou didn't seem bothered. A smile on his face and eyes still alive, Mo Chou looked comfortable leaning against the wall.

His golden eyes blinked slowly as the puzzle pieces fitted into place. Sending demons to Sect Leader Bo- a man already full of pride, creating temples for the Ghost King, and spreading dislike toward Wang Li...

"You did it… for him, for us. I…"

"You're welcome. No need to thank me."

Ying Yue felt conflicted. He was thankful it wasn't Wang Li who was creating chaos, but he was worried and upset that Mo Chou did. People had died. People got hurt. He shut his eyes and knew in his heart that the fault lied with him.

All these could had been avoided if he-

"Thank you, Mo Chou. You've given me time to be with him but forgive me for the weight placed on you."

"Heh, no wonder he loves you," he sighed with a smile, "Stay kind, Heaven's Chosen. The world needs it. Now, let us go join the war outside."