Chapter 2 — The Groom Who Walked into Darkness

The day Wei Wuxian left Heaven, the sky did not shine as brightly.

Not because it was sad.

But because it was watching.

The Spring God stood at the edge of the Heavenly Gate, white robes flowing gently in the wind. A faint green aura surrounded him — soft, warm, alive.

Behind him stood the Heavenly Emperor.

“You may still refuse,” his father said quietly.

Wei Wuxian smiled.

“If I refuse, the war continues.”

“And if you go, you enter the Abyss alone.”

Wei Wuxian’s eyes flickered for a moment.

“I won’t be alone.”

Because in every future he saw—

Lan Wangji always stood beside him.

The Heavenly Gate opened.

And the Spring God walked into darkness.

The Abyss Welcomes Its Queen

The Devil Realm was nothing like Heaven.

The sky was deep crimson. Black mountains rose like blades. Rivers glowed faintly with dark spiritual energy.

But it was not chaotic.

It was disciplined.

Ordered.

Silent.

Wei Wuxian noticed immediately.

Lan Wangji rules well, he thought.

At the entrance of the Abyss Palace, thousands of devil soldiers stood in formation.

They expected fear.

Trembling.

Weakness.

Instead, the Spring God stepped down calmly.

Flowers bloomed beneath his feet as they touched the black stone.

The soldiers shifted uneasily.

Life energy in the Devil Realm felt… strange.

Beautiful.

Unfamiliar.

The palace gates opened.

The Devil King

Inside the grand hall, darkness gathered like a living presence.

At the end of the hall sat the throne of obsidian.

And upon it—

Lan Wangji.

Silver-white hair cascading over black robes.

Golden eyes calm, cold, unreadable.

His aura pressed heavily upon the hall. Even

high-ranking devils lowered their heads.

Wei Wuxian did not.

Their eyes met.

The air tightened.

For one long second, neither spoke.

Lan Wangji observed him carefully.

The Spring God’s aura did not clash with the Abyss.

It blended.

Balanced.

Unexpected.

“You replaced the Princess,” Lan Wangji said.

His voice was low. Even. Emotionless.

Wei Wuxian clasped his hands politely.

“She had other plans.”

The Devil generals shifted at the bold tone.

Lan Wangji’s gaze sharpened.

“You are not afraid.”

Wei Wuxian tilted his head slightly.

“Should I be?”

Silence filled the hall.

And then—

Something subtle changed.

Lan Wangji stood.

His black robes fell like shadows around him.

He walked down the long stairs of the throne platform.

Each step echoed.

His aura was powerful enough to crush immortals.

But when he stopped before Wei Wuxian—

It did not touch him.

The Spring aura gently pushed back, not aggressively, but steadily.

Balance.

Lan Wangji looked down at him.

Closer now.

He could see the faint green light in Wei Wuxian’s eyes.

He felt—

Warmth.

For the first time in a thousand years, something inside his chest moved.

He did not understand it.

He did not like not understanding it.

But he did not step back.

“You are younger than I expected,” Lan Wangji said.

“And you are less cruel than I imagined,” Wei Wuxian replied smoothly.

A sharp inhale spread across the hall.

Insult?

Teasing?

Madness?

Lan Wangji’s golden gaze remained steady.

“Cruelty is for enemies.”

Wei Wuxian smiled softly.

“Then I suppose I am safe.”

A faint pause.

Lan Wangji extended his hand.

Not roughly.

Not forcefully.

Just offering.

“You will stand beside me.”

Not as a hostage.

Not as a prisoner.

As a partner.

Wei Wuxian looked at the offered hand.

In his future visions, this hand always reached for him first.

He placed his own hand in it.

The moment their skin touched—

Darkness and spring light intertwined.

The palace trembled slightly.

Above the Abyss, clouds shifted.

Far away, the ancient seal cracked a little more.

The Wedding Decree

Lan Wangji turned to his court.

“The marriage will proceed tomorrow.”

No hesitation.

No negotiation.

Absolute authority.

Some devils were dissatisfied.

Some were curious.

But none dared object.

Wei Wuxian studied the throne room carefully.

He memorized exits.

Energy flows.

Weak points.

Genius never stops observing.

Lan Wangji noticed.

“You are analyzing my palace.”

Wei Wuxian smiled.

“I like to understand where I live.”

Lan Wangji’s gaze softened slightly.

“Nothing here will harm you.”

It was not romantic.

Not dramatic.

Just a fact.

And for some reason—

Wei Wuxian believed him.

Private Conversation

That evening, Wei Wuxian was shown to his chamber.

It was dark stone, elegant, simple.

Moments later—

Lan Wangji entered without sound.

Wei Wuxian looked up.

“Your Majesty.”

Lan Wangji stood a short distance away.

“You may call me by name.”

Wei Wuxian blinked slightly.

“Oh?”

Lan Wangji’s voice remained calm.

“You are my spouse.”

A simple statement.

Direct.

No emotional exaggeration.

Wei Wuxian laughed softly.

“Very well… Lan Wangji.”

The Devil King watched him quietly.

“I will not touch you without consent.”

Wei Wuxian paused.

That was unexpected.

Lan Wangji continued:

“This marriage is political. But your safety is not.”

Green flag.

Cruel to enemies.

Gentle to his wife.

Wei Wuxian felt warmth bloom in his chest.

“You are not what Heaven described.”

Lan Wangji’s eyes darkened slightly.

“What did they say?”

“That you are merciless and heartless.”

Lan Wangji did not deny it.

“I am.”

Then he looked directly at Wei Wuxian.

“But not to you.”

Silence.

Soft.

Steady.

Outside the palace, dark winds blew.

Far below the realms—

A shadow stirred.

“Spring… has entered the Abyss.”

“And the Devil King has chosen.”

The war of a thousand years was shifting.

And destiny had begun moving.

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