Hits of Love

Aaaaand another day in the demon realm. Looking out a window, the sky was tinted red -as always- and- "Qinghua," the (former) Peak Lord of An Ding heard a certain ice demon say.

 "Da Wang," he replied, turning around frantically.

"Get dressed," he said, throwing him festive robes and turning away from him.

After he had changed, his king put a chain around his neck - a nicer one and above all heavier than the ones he had received from him in the last few months - looked down at him with one of his illegible looks and grabbed his shoulder hard to pull him along.

 The grip didn't loosen a bit on the way -where to?- and Shang Qinghua was glad that he had a sufficiently high cultivation level that his bruises disappeared again after a few hours. Otherwise his skin would now be just as blue as his king’s! -okay, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration. But still! What had he done to deserve this kind of rough treatment?

 "Da Wang-" he started again, only to be interrupted by a squeeze from his shoulder. OK, then he wouldn’t talk. Confused, he looked around when his king sent him into an adjoining room of the throne room and closed the door after giving him a nod.

Besides him, only Sha Hualing was in the room. She was leaning against a wall with her arms crossed and pushed off to walk towards him.

“I am here to prepare you for your Sarvoquwa. To be honest, there is not much to consider, which is why I am only now explaining it to you. So. If you go straight to the throne room, you will select a demon that Mobei Jun will have to fight for you because you don't have any family here to do it. Then you have to drink his blood while he drinks yours and that's about it."

"Um.", Shang Qinghua cleared his throat while Sha Hualing was already rolling her eyes, "The only thing I would like to know now is: What is a Sarvoquwa?"

 Smiling embarrassedly, he watched her face slowly fall.

 "I really don't know what Mobei-Jun sees in you." After cursing quietly, she began to speak: "A sarvoquwa is a bond between two people. It is what a marriage would be for you. Don't say you didn't even know about your own Sarvoquwa."

Shan Qinghua coughed embarrassed. It was true, the whole ritual had somehow seemed familiar to him.

“And why does Da Wang need to fight for me? Oh, probably because he's my boss, right?"

There was a loud clap as Sha Hualing slapped her forehead.

 "Oh my goodness, you don't even notice, do you? Didn't you notice that Mobei-Jun showered you with presents?! And didn't he hit you every now and then?!"

 He shook his head in embarrassment, realization creeping up on him. His king really had done all that, but he'd always thought he didn't want him to look shabby. What king would want a servant who didn't look adequate for his work? As for the hitting… well, in modern times, it wasn't really seen as a token of love.

 "But he never asked me to marry him," it occurred to the former A-Ding Peak Lord.

"Of course he did. You know he doesn't say much, you probably just didn't get it when he did." She shrugged. "But you know what? It's not my job to discuss this with you. If you don't want the sarvoquwa, then just go. But if you want your Da Wang, then hurry up. I'm going to the throne room now, because I have the feeling that every second I spend with you, one of my brain cells dies. Stupidity. Rubs. Off."

 With that, she turned gracefully and left the room.

"Hey!" Shang Qinghua called after her a little belatedly. He wasn't stupid! - just a bit slow sometimes, but that didn't mean he would let himself be insulted.