Morning in the Abyss did not bring sunlight.
It brought discipline.
Black banners rose along the palace towers. War
drums echoed once — signaling the beginning of Night Court.
Wei Wuxian stood beside the throne platform, dressed in layered black and deep green robes. The color of spring woven into darkness.
Below them, high-ranking devil nobles gathered.
Their eyes were not friendly.
They were testing.
The Devil Court Begins
Lan Wangji sat upon the obsidian throne.
Cold.
Unmoving.
Unquestionable.
Wei Wuxian stood at his right side.
Not behind.
Not lower.
Beside.
That position alone caused quiet unrest.
A senior devil lord stepped forward.
“Your Majesty, with respect… the Heavenly Third Son
cannot be trusted.”
The hall grew silent.
Lan Wangji did not speak.
He simply watched.
The devil lord continued.
“He is a God of Spring. A symbol of Heaven. How can
we allow him access to Abyss secrets?”
Many agreed silently.
Wei Wuxian’s smile remained calm.
Before Lan Wangji could respond—
Wei Wuxian stepped forward slightly.
“May I answer?”
The hall froze.
Lan Wangji looked at him.
“You may.”
Permission given immediately.
No hesitation.
The Genius Speaks
Wei Wuxian’s voice was light but clear.
“For a thousand years, both realms fought.”
He walked slowly down the steps, observing reactions.
“If I wished to weaken the Abyss, I would have
advised Heaven to continue war.”
Murmurs.
Logical.
Sharp.
He continued,
“Instead, I chose marriage.”
His green aura shimmered faintly.
“Spring does not destroy. It restores balance.”
He looked directly at the devil lord.
“But balance requires both sides to survive.”
The logic was flawless.
The devil lord frowned.
“Words are easy.”
Wei Wuxian smiled slightly.
“Then allow me to act.”
Proof of Loyalty
Suddenly, the palace trembled slightly.
The ancient sealed energy below stirred again.
A crack of chaotic aura burst from beneath the palace foundation.
Several devil nobles stumbled.
Wei Wuxian reacted instantly.
Spring power surged from his hands.
Green light spread across the black floor, stabilizing the tremor.
Lan Wangji stood at the same time.
Dark aura surged downward, reinforcing the foundation.
Light and darkness intertwined.
Perfect coordination.
Without speaking.
Within seconds—
The tremor stopped.
Silence returned.
The devil nobles stared in shock.
The Spring God had just protected the Devil Realm.
Without hesitation.
Lan Wangji’s voice echoed calmly:
“Does anyone still question his position?”
No one spoke.
The devil lord knelt slowly.
“This subordinate was mistaken.”
Lan Wangji did not respond.
He simply reached for Wei Wuxian’s wrist briefly.
A subtle gesture.
Checking.
Ensuring he was unharmed.
Wei Wuxian glanced at him.
“I’m fine.”
Lan Wangji’s fingers released slowly.
But his golden eyes did not soften for anyone else.
After Court
When the nobles left, the throne hall emptied.
Wei Wuxian looked down at the black floor.
“It’s getting stronger.”
Lan Wangji stepped beside him.
“You confirmed it.”
“Yes.”
Wei Wuxian’s tone grew serious.
“The war was never the root problem.”
Lan Wangji’s expression darkened.
“You saw more.”
Wei Wuxian hesitated only briefly.
“In the future, the seal breaks completely.”
A pause.
“And you are injured.”
Lan Wangji’s voice remained steady.
“That is irrelevant.”
Wei Wuxian looked at him sharply.
“It is not irrelevant to me.”
Silence lingered.
Lan Wangji studied his expression carefully.
“You stand with me.”
It was not a question.
Wei Wuxian answered simply,
“Always.”
No dramatic vows.
No emotional confession.
Just certainty.
Lan Wangji’s aura subtly shifted closer.
Protective.
Possessive in the quietest way.
The Hidden Watcher
Deep beneath the palace—
The ancient seal pulsed again.
The chaotic presence sensed something troubling.
Spring energy.
And something else.
A bond.
It whispered into the darkness:
“If they unite fully… I cannot devour either realm.”
A massive crack split across the ancient formation.
The final awakening had begun.
A Quiet Balcony Scene
That evening, Wei Wuxian stood on the palace balcony.
Lan Wangji joined him shortly after.
“You handled court well,” Lan Wangji said.
Wei Wuxian smirked lightly.
“I prefer solving problems instead of creating them.”
Lan Wangji’s gaze remained on him.
“You were not frightened.”
Wei Wuxian glanced sideways.
“Should I be?”
Lan Wangji’s voice lowered slightly.
“Only if I am not beside you.”
For a moment, neither spoke.
The wind moved through their robes.
Darkness and spring aura intertwined gently.
Not clashing.
Not overpowering.
Balanced.
Wei Wuxian looked at the divided horizon.
“In every future I saw…”
Lan Wangji turned his head slightly.
“You stood in front of me.”
Lan Wangji answered calmly.
“I always will.”
And beneath the realms—
The ancient force began gathering power.
The thousand-year war had ended.
But the real enemy was rising.
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