The Black Saint is My StalkerCh126 - Shall we continue?

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After arriving in New Lidway, Han Li made a beeline home. And there, he didn’t stay for long either. ZQuefi

Han Li dropped off his gear in his room, which served as nothing more than a storage room for his items. He rarely slept there. All his clothes were in the other room, technically Graham’s, he supposed. But really, if both of them slept on that bed equally, should it count as his too?

It wasn’t the time to get hung up over odd details though, because Graham wasn’t home and Han Li had no reason to stay for long either. After a shower, he put away all his hunters’ gear and took out a backpack to toss some fresh clothes in there. Just enough for a night of two.

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Clad in tight dark wash jeans and a black hoodie that was at least two sizes too big for him, Han Li was out the door and wait— shit.

He should have dressed up a bit. cydkJU

But clearly, he wasn’t thinking straight, too excited and eager for a change of pace.

Han Li hopped into his car, one that he bought with his own money. It was silver and nondescript and suited him just fine. Though the day was already getting dark, he began to drive out of the city.

Just before the whole Fredrick Cooper shenanigans, Graham went out his way, like the gallant knight in shining armor that he was, to buy a whole damn lake house and the surrounding property. No second thoughts, just like that.

Graham was an imbecile when it came to money.

Han Li scoffed at the thought but was smiling despite himself. Sleep-deprived with a headache pounding in the back of his skull, Han Li still found enough energy to find the little side road that led his car into the dark woods, where a lake house awaited with only a single dim light on within.

Crickets chirped along with wind rustling trees and clouds obscured the stars. It was eerie.

Curtains fell over the windows where light glowed, hiding whatever was within. Han Li did not know the layout of the place well, he had never been there before and didn’t bother looking at too many pictures before Graham went ahead with the purchase.

Too impatient to find a side entrance, or test the security of the windows latches, Han Li merely walked up to the front door. oICHMK

The knob turned without resistance but when he tried to push the door open, it was held shut by a chain.

Han Li clicked his tongue. What kind of cheap trip was this? Scoffing at whatever schemes and ploy awaited him, all he had to do was exert a little extra force and— crack!

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Where was the Saint of Eternity?

Han Li’s eyes darted around the lobby before shooting toward the stairs that led to the second floor? Everything seemed suspiciously still, undisturbed, as though no one was present at all.

But Graham’s car was most certainly parked outside. At this point, Han Li even had the license plate memorized. cWXgUa

Where was that bastard hiding?

Han Li smirked, drawing talismans out of his back pocket in preparation.

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They had said no to direct engagement with pointed weapons and firearms were out of the question (much to Han Li’s disappointment) but spells like his talismans were okay.

Graham surely knew of his presence the moment he broke open the front door chain, so there was no point in concealment. Han Li shouted, “Come out and get me, you damn coward!” J82AbC

The effect was instantaneous.

Perhaps, even more instantaneous than Han Li expected. The shadows behind him rippled, and he regretted not using his demonic strengths earlier.

He pivoted quickly on his foot. But by then, the shadow had already grown ten feet. A wide-swinging arm came at him and he barely reacted in time to block the blow.

Han Li stumbled back. The Saint of Eternity appeared from the shrouding shadows. He was glorious, a sight to behold as always. A thin black turtleneck encased a defined figure and that perfectly symmetrical stoic visage. Ah, but Han Li wouldn’t miss that mischievous glimmer in those sharp eyes of his. Graham’s dark curls had been slick back from his face. Oh, Han Li liked this hairstyle. He particularly liked messing it up. And in Graham’s left hand, he clutched a silver dagger with a black handle. Wisps of shadow still simmered around it. XsDELq

Han Li chuckled. “We said no to bladed weapons, in case you forgot. Though I suppose you did, with that old brain of yours, huh?”

With a flick of his wrist, a set of five talismans shot toward Graham, electricity buzzed and flashed wildly. But before they could land on their intended target, Graham swung his left arm. The dagger was encased with a divine glow, its power clashed with the talismans, nullifying them and reducing them to nothing more than useless pieces of paper that fluttered to the ground.

Graham tossed the blade aside, letting the ancient artifact clatter against the expensive coffee table without much ceremony. “The agreement stated was against the use of bladed objects in direct combat. We did agree to allow magical artifacts in play. Or perhaps your young and excitable mind had since forgotten?” Graham’s mellow voice did not betray the thrum of excitement he felt.

Han Li sneered. “You’re a real jokester, huh?” He lunged forward with his fists, holding back none of his strengths. khnYJw

His movements were read, a gloved hand reached out and caught his wrist without effort. But that too, Han Li had expected. He pulled Graham towards him and used his other arm to elbow the saint in the ribs—

But his elbow too was caught. Graham was quick, without even a sliver of hesitation, his intuition as sharp as a wolf’s. Han Li was quickly flipped and without any mercy, he was thrown to the ground. The impact was powerful enough to shake the building, the floor beneath him creaked. Graham held his wrists behind his back and dug his knee into Han Li’s spine.

“Too easy.” A haughty scoff could be heard in his usual monotone voice and it sent all of Han Li’s blood rushing southward.

“Haha. Just wanted to let you feel like you had a chance.” Han Li taunted before reaching within him and calling forth his demonic power. Miasma rushed through his veins and gave him life in the form of wrath. His eyes glowed red. IXeqz5

Graham, stunned by the sudden powerful blast of miasma, did not recover quick enough. The Saint of Eternity was thrown off and their positions reversed. With a loud thud, Graham’s back crashed into the floor and Han Li trapped him beneath his powerful thighs, his hands clasped around Graham’s through. He smirked, fangs poking out of his lips. “Too easy,” he parroted.

A small smile appeared on Graham’s lips and oh did Han Li want to obliterate that smug look on the saint’s face. He tightened his grip around Graham’s throat, enough to cut off his air supply.

But the Saint of Eternity didn’t even react to this abuse, calmly lying on the ground and scrutinizing Han Li with those sharp eyes of his.

How disconcerting. osOu8b

Han Li could drown in that gaze forever. Fuck, was he in love?

(Probably. Han Li had known for some time.)

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In an instant, Graham reached up and pulled Han Li down, and drove his knee upward, right between Han Li’s legs.

A sharp pain numbed his groin and Han Li doubled over with a gasp. Graham pried him off. He coughed, voice hoarse and mocked, “You lack focus.” qKJA4

Han Li, dizzy, staggered to his feet. This damned saint was already playing dirty. What a piece of shit. He laughed. “We’ll see about that!” And he lunged again, fist raised.

Graham was right there to meet his blow.

More attacks exchanged, wild and unbridled. Neither held back, neither went too far. Han Li’s skull shook when he carelessly allowed Graham’s elbow to catch his jaw. Dazed and pained, he reveled in the adrenaline and coursed through him and caught Graham by the collar, not hesitating to throw him into the wall. It left a dent.

Oh well, fuck it. Graham had enough money in his pocket to have the whole place demolished and rebuilt. ODd70A

There was no reason to hold back.

It was Han Li’s birthday after all.

Graham’s head might have hit the wall a bit hard, a stream of blood came down his handsome face. It only served to turn Han Li on even more. He rushed forward.

But Graham’s dazed appearance had been nothing more than a ruse. Because when Han Li tried to finish him off, all he got was a bone-shattering punch to the ribs. Rivets of divine power hammered into him and knocked him off balance. l93V2s

Shit, he’d been careless.

Han Li’s heart roared ceaselessly as he fell. His body did not hit the floor; Graham caught by his upper arm, hauling him up like a rag doll.

Their eyes met. Han Li wet his lips. He could taste copper.

“Shall we continue?” BJhAkW

“Fuck you,” Han Li spat.

Between the two of them, that meant yes. So Graham threw him onto the couch.

Author: In case it wasn’t obvious, this fight was…hmm essentially planned between the two of them, for Han Li’s enjoyment. I have no excuse for my son and his weird kinks U__U;;

also! here’s some fanart from sweet ColdChilliRamen! qxuKSe

and more art, since I’m a people pleaser so when people ask, I deliver even when I should be doing other things…T_T

Story translated by Chrysanthemum Garden.