Death Scripture

Shangguan Fei’s voice was gentle, as if he was afraid that his brother would be scared. But Shangguan Hong was even more frightened. He took two steps backwards, fell onto the bed, and buried his head in his hands. “I don’t want to go back to the stone castle. I’ll ask the Dragon King to let me go back to the stone kingdom – or to the Land of Fragrance. That’d be for the best. Shangguan Fei, you’re closer to the Dragon King than I am. Can you-”

Shangguan Hong raised his head. To his surprise, Shangguan Fei had stood up. It was dark in the room, but from the moonlight falling through the window, he could still dimly see the smug smile on his face.

“Shangguan Hong, I came here to tell you one thing. The King Lord does hate you. He hates you even more than he hates the Dragon King. He’ll torture you until you yearn for death. All those torture devices are waiting for you in the stone castle. Tomorrow, the Dragon King will ask the King Lord for someone. Maybe he’ll trade you for that person.”

With a laugh, Shangguan Fei left. He had finally managed to shift part of his fear to Shangguan Hong.