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by CherrysLilDrabbles

Summary:

The Scroll’s Curse, ever since it was created, had always grappled with the suffocating feeling of loneliness. So, it created a little being of pure light, something that would always be protected as long as the Curse existed.

Then the little light vanished. As much as the Curse ripped through the chapters, tore through the copied ages, it could not find the perfect, pure child of its creation.

Until fate is kind and returns the child twenty years later. Only now it wants to leave again.

It is frightened. Why is its child so scared of it? Why doesn’t it remember its creator?

It won’t be for long. The child shall stay forever this time.

It will make sure of it.

 

Or: Basically an AU where the curse of the scroll is a more sentient creature and created MK to be its kid. Insert the events of S4.

Notes:

I made an edit of this on my TikTok, Sami_Lee456! I also have a tumblr called alilcherry, so feel free to send asks there!

Chapter 1: |+|Prologue|+|

Suffocating.

That’s the only word it can use to describe the first eons of its existence. Just suffocating, agonizing loneliness.

There were mortal souls locked away, yes, but they didn’t help one bit. All it could do was torment them with flashes of their misdeeds for all eternity. They were useless.

It wasted many years waiting for an answer to come. A solution to this unbearable problem.

Then it came to it. As it was wandering aimlessly through the artificial woods, it came across a small, quiet home. Upon investigation, it found a father tending to a child’s injured leg. Something about the way the two of them were (perhaps it was the trust in the child’s eyes or the protectiveness in the father’s), sparked something within the creature.

Perhaps all it needed was a little creation to call its own. A pure, perfect child of its design to care for and protect forever and ever. So, it immediately set to work.

It knew of the tale of Nuwa, the Goddess who created the mortals and other earthly creatures from clay. Perhaps that would be a good foundation for the child. But what to fill that vessel with?

Light was always pretty to the Curse. Darkness and agony was what it was made from, but that didn’t mean it never got tiring after a while. It nearly beamed at the thought of having a small, perfect bundle of light under its care.

So, it drew the essence of the false Sun and took inspiration of that simian, Sun Wukong, for the child’s design and abilities. Its claws then scrapped up the mud and clay, shaping the child’s body and filling it with the light it had gathered. The child, its child, was now complete. Only when it had finished filling the earthy vessel, the shape suddenly twisted and morphed into an egg-shaped stone.

It was thoroughly alarmed until a thought struck it. This must be part of the process. The child was forming in the egg. All it had to do was wait. And wait it did.

Its massive form shrank, turning into a simian creature and curling up with the little stone. It would be safe under its care. That much was assured.

No one, not even the Ten Kings or the Celestial Host would rip the child away. Not without a fight.