He Regretted It After I Died

When I was a demon, I was held in the palm of a monk's hand, held in his arms and pampered for many years. He betrayed the monks for me, abandoned everything, and even lost his life in the end. I am loved as it should be, and I don't think that a mortal's crazy love is nothing. They all say that I have a cold nature and am born heartless. I looked at my empty heart and admitted it frankly, not taking it seriously. It wasn't until many years after his death that I failed to overcome the tribulation and he became my inner demon. And I found his... Reincarnation again. But the one he cherished in his arms, the one he held in his palms and loved, became someone else. He no longer looks at me anymore, and for the sake of his new favorite, he belittles me, despises me, bullies me, and humiliates me. He even... Burned my beautiful feathers that he once praised. When I was about to die, I suddenly realized that the reincarnated person was no longer him. I returned to his tomb, pried open the coffin, and lay down in it. The original shape I transformed into had no beautiful feathers, was bald and ugly, and matched his remains very well. When the Nirvana fire started, I held his bones and thought: This is him - the one who will always love me. ··· Attacking perspective: He had no intention, and could not return to the divine position after seven calamities. It was not until someone cut out a phoenix heart and made him drink it that he developed seven emotions and six desires, and successfully responded to the calamity. When he returned to the throne of God, he found the child who dedicated his heart to him and doted on him unconditionally. The boy liked to play tricks on a little monster, so he plucked out the little monster's feathers one by one and burned them for his amusement. Until long after the bald and ugly little monster disappeared. When he came to the lonely tomb, he realized that he had found the wrong person. Finally, he realized that the fate of his love should belong to the original owner of this heart. He recognized the wrong person, did the wrong thing, and destroyed his true love with his own hands. The little phoenix he once held in his palms and cradled in his arms had been burned to ashes because of his heart. ☆Third person in the text, HE, wife-chasing crematorium, ancient sadomasochism ☆Growth-type imperfect protagonist Purpose: Don't wait until you lose something to regret later, cherish the people in front of you