Painted Skin: His and Their Dark Descent Fantasia

[Suit-actor fiction + nonhuman protagonist + corruption + madness + daily life + no gender-swapping marriage (CB pairing) + prompts from the comments section, if I can write it, I definitely will]

A thousand years ago:

“How could I, a demon hunter mighty enough to suppress such a monstrous creature, have fallen this far?”

Mo Zhihua watched as the painted-skin demon he had exhausted himself to suppress punched straight through his abdomen. Blood-red gore and his innards spilled everywhere, while the demon smiled faintly. “Die? You imprisoned me for twenty years. How could I let you go? You hate demons, don’t you? Then I’ll erase my own consciousness and devour you, so you can taste what it’s like to be a demon!”

Modern day:

Ye Ying’s ancestors dealt in antiques. A small section of the family warehouse hadn’t been sorted out in a while, so it was time to take a look.

While rummaging through it, he found an exquisite box wrapped with a strip of paper. Curiosity got the better of him, and he opened it...

(It’s not exactly a typical System story. Just keep reading.)

December 25, 2024:

Hehehe, I’m back.

Let me say this again: the protagonist of this story is Old Mo. I’m a beginner and didn’t know the protagonist was supposed to appear in the first chapter. That’s on me!

I thought about it, and I’ll write more tomorrow. It’s been ages since I opened this account, so first I’ll see where I left off.