After the Puppet Awakens, the Demon Lord Can’t Sit Still
The most beautiful woman in the Immortal Realm loves using my face to flirt with the man she’s always loved. She has no idea that beneath that fake skin is the sealed progenitor of the Demon Realm. Every time she wears my face to whisper sweet nothings, the Demon Lord sneers from inside his seal: “This woman has terrible taste.” Then, on the day her beloved gets married, she cries and asks me to help her steal him away: “He likes your face best, anyway.” Suddenly, the Demon Lord’s lazy voice sounds from within me: “Is this how you’re supposed to use this lord’s face?” The seal cracks apart, the Immortal Realm collapses, and the Demon Lord grips my chin. “Little puppet, want to become the real master?”
A jade marrow puppet has no heart.
So when Fairy Yun Yao lightly taps my brow with her slender fingertip and removes yet another “painted skin” fashioned in my likeness, I feel no pain. Only the sealed darkness in my sea of consciousness seems to grow thicker and more viscous, accompanied by a faint, irritated scoff.
“You’re going to see him today, so you need to look a little more like me.” Facing the water mirror, Yun Yao carefully presses the paper-thin painted skin, identical to my face, onto her own. As spiritual energy flows through it, her already peerless beauty becomes even more striking. The corners of her eyes tilt upward, giving her a fragile, alluring charm I could never possess.
She is imitating me, but she is not me. She is the “me” she wants to show that man.
My reflection in the water mirror is stiff and hollow: a plain white face stripped of its skin, with only two deep black holes where the eyes should be. Puppets have no need to see; their masters control them entirely with their divine sense.
