My Family's Undead Are Trouble

What is light? What is darkness? In the end, they are nothing but power. Light doesn't mean what you want it to be, and darkness doesn't necessarily belong to death alone. Red rain fell from the sky. The Rain Lord held an umbrella and danced gracefully in the rain with a smile, while the Skeleton King played a grand symphony for billions of undead with his slender toe bones, a look of rapture on his face. The Death Knight sat upright in his seat, solemnly savoring dinner. In the kitchen, the zombie adjusted his imperial crown and let out a series of spine-chilling laughs. Ye Zisu sat on a bone throne piled high with crystal skulls. He gazed at everything around him and murmured softly, “Light is death!” Not far away, the Golden Bone Dragon King sneezed. He glanced at the Lich King beside him, whose body was trembling with excitement, and instinctively rolled his eyes... P.S. Can't mess with them? Just a pushover? Hmm.