Perhaps it was because he had seen that utterly adorable chibi version of Bo Yi during the day, but that night, Mitian had a dream-
He appeared in a very dim room, his body shrouded in thick black mist.
The room was cold, and severed limbs lay scattered across the floor, piled into mountains. Those at the bottom had rotted enough to expose glimpses of white bone, while those on top were still masses of mangled flesh, making the whole scene a bloody mess. The Evil God, who had only just stepped out of the summoning Magic Circle, promptly used his black mist to lift himself a little off the ground-
Because he had absolutely no desire to touch the layer of cold, stiff limbs and chunks of flesh on the surface.
He swept his deep-red eyes around in disgust. Amid the heavy smell of blood and the pungent stench of rotting flesh, he spotted a tiny figure lying atop the pile of corpses.
Though the boy's clothes were filthy, nothing could hide how exquisitely adorable he was. His black hair rested softly against his cheeks, making him look both pitiful and sweet. His pale, delicate skin was like a thin layer of snow covering the branches on an early winter morning. To the (evil) god's regret, however, that handful of snow lacked a touch of color and was a little too deathly pale. Beneath his long lashes, his big, round eyes stared straight at him without blinking, but they were sorely lacking the innocence and liveliness a child his age should have had. Beneath his small nose, his bloodless lips were pressed into a tight line, puffing out cheeks that were already round with a trace of baby fat-
Making him even cuter!
There was no doubt about it.