Shi Hun was sat on wooden floor, papers sprawled about, his fingertips stained with ink. He clicked his tongue with a soft Tch as he looked down at the paper in front of him. He set down the brush in his hand, squinting at his newest creation.

Since hearing of the god's disgrace from the Heavens, Shi Hun became even more determined to preserve his image. Though he cocked his head to the side, finding something about this newest creation being off. Nothing was off about the god, never, he was perfect. The Heavens were wrong for thinking a kind soul like the god should be disgraced.

No, Shi Hun knew it was him. He couldn't grasp the god's perfect image. He gently folded the paper and put it on top of a larger stacks of papers. Standing up, he stretched his arms over his head. He walked over to a small table, decorated with small offerings of food and several incense sticks. Shi Hun lit one, watching as the smoke unfurled and dissipated into the air.

He sighed, gazing at the one tapestry of the god he saved when the god was a prosperous deity; the one god that cared about a demon like Shi Hun.

Shi Hun suddenly whipped his head around when he heard a soft thud at the entrance of the temple. Ha, did they find me again? he mused, a smirk playing on his lips. He navigated his way to the entrance, ducking and passing through the various curtains he hung up. He could see the outline of a person through the more transparent fabrics.

"This game is getting a little boring now," he called. Shi Hun stepped lightly, peeking around a curtain to see no one behind it. "I can just disappear again, wait another hundred years, destroy a couple temples. It's all justified, if you're wondering." He brushed another curtain out of his way, making sure it didn't catch on his horns.

There was more shuffling, Shi Hun followed the footsteps. He thought about how he would laugh if he saw another god that denied him a chance to live. "Maybe, if you gave me a blessing all those years ago you would still have all of your temp-"

Shi Hun paused, frozen in place, his arm still up in the motion of pushing away another curtain. He felt his heart in his chest skip a beat. What? It couldn't be.

In front of him with his very own eyes he saw the god, the object of his dreams and reason he's still alive. All around the walls were tapestries Shi Hun made himself, and the god was staring at them.

No, no, NO! Nobody looks through my temples, why now?! He should be after me! Shi Hun felt panic rise, his heart beating and cheeks burn. He ran up, making sure he didn't run into the god because Heavens forbid he ever does. Shi Hun stripped two tapestries off the wall and quickly rolled them up. "You're here for my capture, isn't that right?" He said with his back turned to hide his embarrassment.

"So, you can stop wasting your time in here and get on with it already," Shi Hun said dismissively. He finally turned to face the god, immediately feeling his heart beat faster again, but hid it with a mocking smile. "Because you and the Heavens know I can avoid you again."