Everything is being destroyed. Our home. Our palace. What is this? Who is this man? The demonic hand with spikes is obviously being controlled by someone. Lady Yu Ziyuan grabs my arm. 

"What is this?" She screams.

"I...don't know." I breath.

"You should know by now." A familiar voice says.

I look up at the man wrapped in cloak. The demonic hand was on our roof. I grip my sword. Lady Yu Ziyuan takes out her whip.

"Who are you?!" Lady Yu Ziyuan screams.

"Wow. That hurts. After three years you don't recognize me? Ouch." The man takes off his hood.

"Wuxian?!" I yell.

"Hello Father and Mother. Oh wait, my bad. You're not my father and my mother." He says.

"What have you done?" I ask.

"Made a deal for power." He says.

"You're alive-" She starts. 

"It wasn't easy. After you sent me to the battlefield, I rotted in a cell for three years experiencing inhuman torture. Drowned, whipped, starved and my favorite sexually abused." He says.

"I'm sorry." I say.

"Too late for that." He says.

He jumps down. His eyes. They're yellow and snake like. He looks demonic. He looks angry.

"For three years, I've dreamt of nothing more than destroying you both." He licks his lips.