I want to write a story, a story about family, friendship, and love.
Angels and asuras possess supreme power, yet stand at opposite extremes of bloodshed and purity. When an angel has no ties left, she falls into endless darkness. When her hands are already stained with blood, she loses her way on the road to heaven... If I truly am an angel who fell by mistake into the mortal world, then I must be unable to return to that so-called heaven. So, does the Eastern King of Hell have the legendary red spider lilies? Are there flowers blooming in silence on the other shore? I will fight heaven, fight earth, and fight humanity. Even if heaven has given me nothing, I still want to use these hands, these bloodstained hands, to hold on to something. - Mu Nian
