Six months had passed ever since I joined the camp. The war had been going on ever since, and we always returned victorious with the help of my summoning magic. Today was the last day of the war, the day we'd be closing the last gate to Dìyù. The battlefield was so intense; the forest was buried under a pool of blood, but our soldiers stood victorious with the help of a hundred of my undead warriors. With their strength and speed, I had summoned them to protect the soldiers from death. The swords were clashing, the ground was flooding with blood, and demons from Dìyù were left headless. There I was, walking towards the Red Lord (Demon King), dragging the head of the commander of the demon army. The moment he saw whose head I was holding, he launched towards me, his eyes flaming with fury.
"Shadow blades," I murmured, leaving him on the ground with no arms nor legs, groaning in pain. I stepped on his chest and muttered, "This is all you have got? You then go calling yourself the Demon Lord?" I reached out my hand and jokingly slapped his face twice.
"I have got to give it to you, you have got a lot of nerve to dare mess with my territory. No one has ever done that before, even Zugo knows better than to mess with my territory. You must have a death wish." I said, tilting my head slightly to the right, raising my left brow as I increased the pressure of my leg on his chest. He groaned in pain, his eye showing all the suffering he was enduring. He coughed violently, and blood sprayed from his mouth like shattered rubies in the air.
"You dare men—" I drove my sword into his face before he could finish his sentence.
[You talk too much, even Zugo doesn't talk that much.] I thought to myself as I withdrew my sword from his face, then took out an ocean-blue handkerchief embroidered with a black dragon with crimson eyes squashing a Qi with its left hand, a cold smile stretching across its face. I started wiping the sword as I walked towards where the soldiers were celebrating victoriously, holding up their armor, swords, and the gold dragon flag. I bid farewell to the general and vice general before disappearing into thin air with my undead warriors.
"She can never disappoint. Once she unsheathes her sword, the enemy drops dead. She is the goddess of death, the demon god, a drifting calamity. She is the Death Warrior." The general said, watching me disappear into thin air, then turned around and left.
I was back at the camp tending to the injured soldiers when they returned victorious. The town was in high spirits after the soldiers returned victorious and unharmed. Days that came after, it was celebration banquet after another. Three years passed in the blink of an eye, and the town was once again at peace. The day we won the war was named 'The day of the fù miè,' and it was celebrated every year. It was the month of Zǐ Luó Lán. Spring had just showed its face after a long time hiding behind winter; flowers were blossoming, making the town smell like heaven.
I was busy enjoying the beauty presented by the spring while training when I suddenly got disturbed by a voice calling me. It was Xiǎo Měi; she came running to me as if she had something very urgent she needed to tell me. She collapsed into my arms, breathing heavily from the run.
"Little miss—hhh-hhh—People from the—Earl manor—hhhhh—Are here to ask for your hand in marriage."
She said, gasping for air, chest heaving, sweat dripping down her face.
"WHAT!!!!" I shouted, my eyes wide as if I had just seen a ghost.