The Little Saint

As a Saint Child chosen from among the finest of the human race, Le Qi was given a sacred mission from the day he was born: offer himself to the holy flame and hold back the demon race.

So he couldn't run or play. He spent his days sitting upright in the chapel, dressed in spotless white robes and studying. In his spare time, he would lean against the window and watch his parents and younger brother enjoying themselves together.

Le Qi was lonely. He longed for a good friend.

One day, the chapel sent a slave to serve as Le Qi's bodyguard.

Curious, Le Qi tilted his head at the tall slave kneeling on the ground, took the man's much larger hand, and said with a bright smile, "Hello! You don't have to kneel. Let's go eat some fruit."

The slave narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the tender white arm beneath Le Qi's robe and the slender leg just barely visible below it.

He followed Le Qi forward. As they passed a mirror, Le Qi realized that even on tiptoe, he only came up to the slave's shoulder. He pouted, and the next moment the slave lifted him and set him on the table.

Now they were the same height. Le Qi smiled, dimples showing, and turned to pick up a grape, oblivious to the thoughtful look in the slave's eyes.

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A year later, Le Qi was stripped of his title as Saint Child.

Because he was pregnant with a child of unknown parentage.

Those who had once envied him began kicking him while he was down and drove him out of the chapel. Just then, the demon race declared war. After a discussion, the divine messengers decided to send Le Qi to the demons as a sacrifice.

People gleefully said that Le Qi was sure to meet a terrible end.

Le Qi was frightened too, and cried all the way there.

When he arrived at the demon palace, he trembled as he looked up and saw a tall silhouette behind the curtain. It seemed strangely familiar. In a daze, he watched the new Demon Lord draw the curtain aside and walk up to him, then lift him with the same ease as before.

The man kissed him and said, "Darling, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"You're not an offering. You're my bride."

Theme: Love.