"With blood as the offering, with my soul as the sacrifice, I weep and swear this blood oath: in this life and the next, we shall never meet again. If I break this oath, may I be cast into the depths of Yama forever." The woman in red, with white hair, staggered toward the Execution Platform, a place that made even gods and Buddhas tremble. Her bloodstained hand pointed straight at the Ninth Heaven. Grief covered her peerless face as she spoke, then she turned and leaped without hesitation into the Abyss of the Nine Hells.
"No! You can't punish me like this!" Beneath the Execution Platform, a man knelt in clothes soaked with blood. His once-crafty eyes were stained with bloody tears, and the spiritual power in his body was falling apart. He cried out in anguish.
Fate begins and ends, staining tears and scorching blood. Love and hate intertwine: who is whose calamity? Duty and affection cannot both be fulfilled: who is whose delusion? What is there to fear in defying heaven? What is there to fear in cutting out one's heart? If you are not there, what joy can there be, even for a god?
In the next life, I only hope to meet you along the way. Even if I become a demon, I will do so willingly!
Theme: I dedicate this story to those brave enough to love.
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