I, Too, Have Fallen [Interstellar]

Notice: This novel will become paid on July 20 (Tuesday at midnight, which is Wednesday at 12 a.m. I’ll post a 10,000-character paid chapter). Thank you for finding and encouraging me. Love you all. (Double update around 11 p.m. this Saturday.) Next novel: Historical danmei, The Immortal Dwells in My Frost-Cold Sword. Synopsis at the very end. Please add it to your collection QAQ Synopsis: I have fallen into depravity, and dragged you down into the dust with me., Rumi (Translation by @mahinynnnnn_) They say that when Alan Scott, the proud and dazzling second prince of the Empire, was eighteen, he beheaded the notorious space pirate leader amid a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, only to present as an Omega in full view of everyone. They say that not long after presenting, the second prince, who had been considered the heir to the throne, developed an irregular bonding heat: he could go into heat anywhere, at any time, and it would not stop until he died. They say that during his first heat, he spent the entire night in the prison cell of his political enemy, with his right leg humiliatingly tattooed in a tangle of lush, flourishing rose vines. A single blood-red rose bloomed at the small of his back. They say that the day after his political enemy marked him, the second prince went into heat again, only to be tossed without mercy into the Empire's secret Prison No. 0. They say that the Empire's Prison No. 0 is a secret train wandering through the cosmos, crammed with the Empire's most vicious criminals. One day, the second prince, who was said to have died without even a grave, set foot on Imperial soil once more. The army he led completely extinguished the last remnants of the corrupt dynasty. The sun rose slowly. The new king, clad in armor, plunged a blade into the heart of his political enemy, Song Yisheng. The man was in a wretched state, his gold-rimmed glasses fallen to the ground, fresh blood at the corner of his lips, yet his eyes gleamed with madness as he smiled. For the first time, he removed his white gloves, knelt before the young man, and kissed the back of his hand with both reverence and madness. "My king, welcome home." "With my blood, I shall crown you." "Even after I die, my roses will remain carved into your skin forever. Please, hate me as much as you like." The rose tattoos at the nape of the blond new king's neck and the small of his back burned and prickled. Gritting his teeth, he cursed, "Bastard, quit fucking putting on an act." Song Yisheng rose unhurriedly, wiped the fake blood from his lips, and pinned the new king against the throne. Rubbing his burning nape, he murmured with dark eyes, "As you wish." Song Yisheng x Alan Scott The seme has lots of secret identities (probably). Note: The line "I have fallen into depravity, and dragged you down into the dust with me" is a poem by the Persian poet Rumi. The original is in Persian, and @mahinynnnnn_ on Weibo translated it into this wonderful version. Thank you to Rumi for writing such a moving poem, and to @mahinynnnnn_ for permission to use it. Sending love. Note: The synopsis was written on the evening of October 10, 2020, and has been screenshotted. Historical danmei, The Immortal Dwells in My Frost-Cold Sword: An immortal dwells in my frost-covered sword; year after year, we meet again. Legend has it that the Demon Venerable Yaoye cleaved Mount Kunlun with a single stroke, sending divine veins cascading into the Western Wastes and creating a desolate sea. Legend has it that three thousand immortals from the renowned Eastern Sovereign Sect were alive, but this demon slaughtered two thousand of them. Legend has it that this demon had three heads and six arms, was hideously ugly, wore a mask of wrathful guardians, and carried a broken God-Slaying Blade wreathed in murderous energy. Even his name could make children cry at night. Legend has it that his crimes were too numerous to record, and that everyone in the mortal and immortal realms wanted him dead. Thankfully, he was already executed, hacked to pieces, and reduced to a disembodied soul, never to be reborn. Five hundred years later, the great demon Yaoye, Duan Ying, who should never have been reborn, was grinning as he boldly pinched the beautiful Immortal Venerable's chin and flirted with him. Well, icy skin and snowy complexion, vermilion cinnabar between his brows, noble and aloof. When drunk, his frosty features flushed with the blush of peach blossoms. What a beauty. But why did this young Immortal Venerable, so revered by the sects, look more and more like the little disciple he had cherished and doted on five hundred years ago, only to cruelly abandon? Note: Xue Ji x Duan Ying An unconventional master-disciple relationship Theme: One must take control of one's own fate and never compromise.