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Family Trip To Hell (Diyu)

Little Star chapter 7

Summary: Wukong, Liu'er and Ma go to the underworld to get their kiddos names out of the book of the dead. Wukong's mom has a long overdue talk with her son.

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: Wukong and Macaque's past(mostly Wukong's tho), mentions of death(they're in the underworld), mentions of murder, implications of destructive tendencies,

A/N: There is a very minor OC here, he is a Diyu registrant/receptionist, so I've decided to call him Zhù Cè Rén which means registrant according to the translator I've been using. He and Liu'er are buds so Liu'er calls him Zhù Cè which is to register and that's why his name is that. His name is his job.

Yuze(Wukong and Ma's mom)

Shadowpeach Family AU Masterpost

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“Boring! This is the most boring way into the Diyu!” Wukong whined.

This entrance of the Diyu was pretty dull and mildly depressing. All the cool stuff was at another level. For their business today, they didn't need to go too far into the Diyu. Liu'er had insisted on not pissing off the underworld gods, again, so they were going the boring way.

“This place is depressing.” Ma commented, looking around at the large, cave-like passage they were using.

Unlike either of them, Ma had (luckily) never been to the Diyu before.

“It's the underworld, it's not supposed to be very fun.” Liu'er pointed out.

“Eh, guess so.” The albino monkey shrugged, adjusting her grip on Xuěhuā.

They walked for a few minutes longer, following behind Liu'er, they passed another set of guards checking for the living, his mate had a quick chat with the guards, who like all the others were happy to see him again, before they were allowed through.

A little further down, the passage opened up into a larger cavern. There was what looked like a desk carved out of the wall and a demon sitting at it, doing whatever it was underworld demons did when they weren't dealing with souls.

“Zhù Cè!” Liu'er called out, waving to his friend.

The demon glanced over and blinked a few times before scrambling to his feet to greet the shadow monkey.

“Liu'er! I haven't seen you down here in over a century! I was starting to think something happened to you!” The underworld attendant said excitedly.

“I've been a little busy. I thought I told you and yuè mǔ when I was last down here.” Liu'er said, lifting Chao-Xing out of his arms.

The little cub giggled at the sudden uppies. Zhù Cè stared at her with a scrunched up face.

“How in here did you two manage to make something so cute?” he asked, letting the cub grab one of his fingers in her little hands.

“Hey!” Wukong objected.

“No, no, I was wondering that too.” Ma said.

He glared over his shoulder at his annoying older sister. His daughter’s giggles brought his attention back to his mate and their child. Chao-Xing was playing with some squishy ball toy Zhù Cè had on his desk that she somehow got her little hands on.

The demon was staring at the playing baby monkey with more scrutiny than before. He pulled a pair of glasses out of his pocket, leaning closer to the infant.

“Zhù Cè…? What are you doing?” Liu'er asked, slightly leaning away.

“Oh… this is exciting!” Zhù Cè exclaimed, scrambling to write something down in the notebook Liu'er said he always had on him.

“What is exciting?” Wukong asked.

“That is a brand new soul!” Zhù Cè pointed at Chao-Xing.

“We haven't seen one of those in over a thousand years! … Odd that it's just the one, these usually happen in groups… oh! But you two made this one, it's impressive that you made this one, new souls are hard to create and maintain to term-”

“Hang on, can you back up a bit to the whole “brand new soul” part?” Liu'er said.

Yeah, what the actual fuck does that mean?!” Wukong agreed.

The demon shrunk back, searching his desk for something. His dark eyes lit up when he got whatever he was looking for. A heavily used scroll.

“Let's see here … ah- there it is. Celestial monkeys, you two, exist outside of the natural order, your creation doesn't happen the natural way. You don't have past lives, these are the first incarnations your souls have had,” he paused, gesturing towards the now bored infant chewing on Liu'er’s fur, “she's just like you, she doesn't have a past life, she's a new soul.”

Wukong glanced down at his daughter, the cub met his gaze with a cheerful chirp for snacks and cuddles. Liu'er passed her back without much fuss, he settled the little monkey in his arms. Considering how they made her, the new soul idea made sense.

“Does the new soul thing have any negative side effects?” Liu'er asked, masking his worry with a sense of curiosity in his voice.

“Nope. If anything, she's better off than the normal souls, she won't have any of the déjà vu they sometimes get from their past lives cause it doesn't exist for her.” Zhù Cè shrugged, setting his scroll back on his desk.

Wukong's ear flicked, Ma was cutting up a pear for Xuěhuā; the pair of albinos must have gotten bored with all the soul talk that didn't concern them.

“It's no wonder it took you a century to have a kid, new souls are hard to make.” Zhù Cè was saying.

“Really?” He asked, zeroing in on the demon.

The attendant shifted under his gaze.

“Yeah, if you didn't know how to do it right, it wouldn't work, no matter how hard you tried.” He said.

And here he was, thinking the problem had been them all along, turns out the problem was their species.

“That's all very nice, Zhù Cè, but be a dear and step aside. I'd like to talk with my son.”

The voice of Wukong's (recent) nightmares echoed throughout the cavern.

A monkey demon appeared in front of the Kings with crossed arms and a thoroughly pissed expression.

“Oh you are absolutely fucked.” Liu'er whispered.

“Not helping.” Wukong whispered back.

Yuze glared up at her son, scathing green eyes burning his skin as she examined him. She definitely wasn't pleased.

“Mā.” Wukong greeted nervously.

“Shí Hóu.” She growled.

“Yeah, you're so dead.” Ma commented.

Wukong glared at his sister, who cracked up behind him. Yuze growled a low warning, snapping her son's attention back to her.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” She prompted.

“Uh, we had a baby?” Wukong tried, holding Chao-Xing out for his mother to see.

The dull brown and gray monkey glanced down at the cub, happily chewing on her own tail completely oblivious to the tension.

“Cute. You're not getting out of this.” she said.

“I'll just take that from you.” Liu'er took Chao-Xing out of his doomed mate’s hands.

“You are in so much trouble, mister.” She growled.

Yuze grabbed him by his ear, dragging him further along the cavern. He heard Liu'er snickering from behind, and while he knew this was deserved, he couldn't stop himself from shouting,

“Hey! You did a lot of shit too! Why isn't she mad at you?!”

“She already talked to me about all of that. And I visit at least once a decade!” Liu'er shouted back.

Wukong reluctantly let his mother drag him to his doom. She took him further down the path, to a distance where her inevitable shouting wouldn't bother the cubs. No doubt Liu'er would hear every second of it.

Yuze finally stopped and turned around to face him. He winced at the anger in her eyes. She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she shook her head.

“You've done a lot of shit, Shí Hóu, I don't have the time or patience to cover everything. Just the big ones, alright?” She said, resting a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“You're not shouting?” He asked in surprised confusion.

He'd been certain his mother would scream and shout, he was so sure she would be furious, that's why he avoided her for so long.

“I thought you were-”

“Shí Hóu, I was, and still am, but shouting won't get us anywhere. Let's just talk, okay?” She gave him a soft, understanding smile.

Tears stung his eyes. Over the centuries he forgot how understanding his mother could be.

“Talking sounds good.” He nodded.

She smiled before gently pushing him down.

“Get down there so I can see you properly.” She instructed.

Once he was sitting, she flicked his hair around with her tail, laughing not so quietly as she paced in front of him.

“Where do you want to start?” He asked nervously.

She paused, her tail tip twitched.

“That lion and his brotherhood.” she growled.

Wukong flinched, his old brotherhood was a sore subject for everyone involved, most recently with the whole DBK situation. Liu'er had never much cared for (or trusted) any of the others during their days as a brotherhood, he'd gotten closer with DBK after, mostly due to his relationship with Princess Iron Fan, and with what the others did, Wukong was perfectly fine with never discussing them again.

“What was the deal with him? Was he really able to convince you of his short sighted delusions that easily?” She asked, looking down at him with something akin to pity.

Wukong shifted under her intense gaze. Looking back, he wanted to strangle his younger self for trusting that liar. He wanted to strangle his younger self for a lot of things actually.

“I thought I could trust him, it was a stupid decision and I really should have seen the signs sooner, but I guess I just ignored them because I liked the way he made me feel.” he admitted slowly.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” She asked.

“I… not with them… not for a while…” he answered.

“And what were you looking for?” she pressed gently.

Wukong didn't want to say it out loud, he knew in his gut she wouldn't be offended, it still felt like a betrayal.

“… help…”

That was the simplest way he could put it. He knew she was well aware of what he was trying to find back then.

“Even when you already had it?” She pointed out.

He winced, she gave him a more stern look.

“You have a bad habit of trying to deal with things yourself, xiǎo guǐ.” she told him.

“Yeah… I know.” He sighed.

“Then why haven't you stopped?” She asked.

He looked up, about to rebut her statement

“Don't say you have, you stayed up on the mountain for three years dealing with a death by yourself, Mihou doesn't count, he had to go through the same shit. You didn't go to anyone about it, you still haven't.” she swiftly cut him off with a sharp stare.

“Back to the point, why did you listen to him over everyone else? Mihou hears the future, his abilities weren't as well developed back then but they still gave him an idea of what would happen, yet you ignored his warnings. I know you were arrogant and headstrong and didn't think about consequences, but that seems pretty extreme for you, you used to always listen to what Mihou said,” she paused and shot him a questioning look, “unless you were worse than I thought you were after I died?”

Wukong gave his mother a sheepish grin.

“Of course.” Yuze sighed heavily, rubbing her face.

“I'd ask where I went wrong, but I know where I went wrong.” She muttered to herself.

“Well, is that the only reason, or is there something else?” She said.

“He was saying what I wanted to hear… what I thought I needed to hear… it was pretty stupid in hindsight.” He said with a weak chuckle.

“Táo huā, everything looks different in hindsight.” She said lightly.

His chest warmed at her words.

“I’m glad you dealt with them, the elephant can be released someday, but the other two can stay in there for eternity for all I care.” She said.

“I couldn't agree more.” He nodded.

There was an awkward (to him at least) lull in the conversation.

“The eyes are new.” She said finally, gesturing to his face.

“Oh, uh, yeah… they've been like that for a while.” He scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

“I know.” She nodded before letting out another heavy sigh.

“Shí Hóu, we need to talk about what happened on your journey.”

“Mihou and I-”

She raised a single hand.

“You killed your mate. You killed your best friend. We need to talk about that.” She insisted.

“It's one of the reasons you've been avoiding me.” she added, crossing her arms.

Wukong shrunk away from her knowing gaze.

“Take your glamor down, I bet your hair's a mess.” She instructed.

He would have argued, but she was one hundred percent correct. His hair was a mess, Chao-Xing had decided to climb onto his head on the way here and chew his hair, she was definitely developing a chewing habit.

She sat down behind him, running her skilled fingers through his hair, eliciting fond memories from simpler times when he and his mother would talk about anything and nothing for hours on warm, sunny afternoons.

“I was confused when he showed up dead again, and when he told me what happened… I was… angry to say the least.”

“Now, I know what happened and why it happened, I know that it was a mistake, for both of you…” she trailed off, he felt her claws working through a tough knot.

“But! Just because I understand doesn't mean I'm not still just a little bit disappointed in the both of you. I thought I taught you better.” She finished, moving onto another knot.

“It broke him, you know that? Sure he was partially responsible for it, but never in his life did he think you would kill him, even if it was an accident.”

“He was so hurt when I first saw him, so hurt. He got angry later, but under all that anger and bitterness was a pain he didn't know what to do with.”

“He returned to life lost and broken. He had no idea what to do with himself, and while I suppose he ultimately went down a better path, he very easily could have gone the other way.” She told him somberly.

His mother fell quiet, working on his fur, Wukong finally found it in himself to ask her something.

“Do you know what happened after he came back? He's frustratingly vague about it whenever I ask.” He asked.

“Hmmm… nope!” She chirped smugly, popping the ‘p’.

“You do know!” He shouted, glaring over his shoulder at her.

She laughed, tossing her head back.

“It's not my story to tell Shí Hóu.” She said.

He huffed and turned around grumpily.

“I'm sure you'll find out soon, he's just saving it for some prank.” She patted his shoulder gently.

“You know that you've both been lucky so far, right?” She prompted a few minutes later.

“Hmm?”

“You worked through that issue, it took you ages and you dragged poor Chenxiang into it, but it's done now. So what are you going to do about the others you have? Or others you will encounter later?” She said, finally working out all the knots in his hair.

“What other issues?” He asked, glancing back at her.

“The business with Demon Bull King? Mihou was pretty upset when he told me about that.” Yuze pointed out.

“Oh.” She knows about that. He guiltily looked away from his mother's sharp green eyes.

“That's another thing I wanted to talk about.” she said, running her hands through his groomed hair, gently pulling and twisting it back into a braid.

“I didn't want him to die…” he admitted.

“Can you explain it?” She requested gently.

“He wasn't stopping, he was hurting innocent people, if he didn't stop they were going to do something about it… so it was either kill him or make him stop some other way!” He shouted

“… and he wouldn't listen to reason…” he finished.

“Reason means little in the face of emotion. You should know that by now.” She scolded lightly.

“I- uh- yeah, I should.” He relented.

“Oh little Shí Hóu, you still have no idea how to communicate.” She sighed fondly.

He huffed at her statement, slightly offended. He could communicate just fine!

“Here’s what you do, when he gets out, and I bet it's going to be soon, you need to have a talk with your brother. Explain your actions and motivations, then listen when he tells you his.” She told him.

“I'll give it a shot.” He said reluctantly.

DBK was unlikely to forgive him for what he did, he could have, should have, done something else. That way Princess Iron Fan wouldn't have had to defend her territory and raise her son all on her own, his former brother could have seen his son grow up, and Wukong took that from him. Gods, why didn't I do something else!

“Get out of your head, Táo huā.” Yuze snapped calmly.

He glanced at her, she raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“I'm still your mother, even if it's been over a thousand years, I know what you look like when you're lost in your thoughts.” She said, tucking a flower she got from… somewhere, into his now braided hair.

“Now, how are you and Mihou going to handle this going forward?” She prompted.

What do you mean?” Wukong turned around to face her.

“Are you going to tell your daughter?” She asked.

“Yes…?” He said uncertainly, praying she wouldn't elaborate.

“The truth, will you tell her the truth?” she specified, narrowing her eyes.

He coughed, he'd been hoping she wouldn't ask that.

“About what?” he asked, feigning ignorance.

Yuze swatted the side of his head.

“All of it, what you two did to each other, what you did to your brother. Are you going to tell her the truth about you?” She almost growled out.

Mango and I haven't even talked about this with each other yet… how the here am I supposed to answer that? He avoided his mother's all too knowing gaze.

“She has Mihou's ears, what will you do when she hears something you haven't told her about yet?”

“They don't seem to work the way his do, maybe they just look the same.” He suggested.

She glared at him. Yeah okay that wasn't the best suggestion, and Liu'er suspected that she would grow into her hearing.

“Are you even going to tell her at all?” Yuze growled.

“I don't know when we'll tell her!” He shouted.

“Once she's old enough to understand for sure, but we will tell her! Eventually.” Wukong insisted.

Yuze rested a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“It is better if you tell her sooner rather than lie to her longer.” She said knowingly.

“Are you going to say anything?” He asked hesitantly.

“I may not agree with your decision but I will respect it. Besides, it is not my story to tell.” she said.

Wukong let out a sigh of relief.

“But if she comes asking, and you haven't told her yet, I won't lie to her.” Yuze warned.

He nodded in understanding. She smiled, satisfied enough to drop the subject, for now.

“Let's head back, I've got grandkids to meet.” She said, fluffing up the top of his head as she stood.

He followed her up.

“Nuwa wants to know when you'll visit.” Yuze said out of the blue.

Wukong hummed in response. His relationship with his… creator… wasn't the best, not by a long shot.

The goddess never had anything to do with him. It had been easy enough to think that was just because Yuze had taken him as her own when he was younger and didn't know any better. But no! Nuwa had never gotten involved in his life at all, not even when he went to the celestial realm. She never paid any attention to him, never showed him anything but apathetic disinterest.

She didn't care.

That's what he thought for most of his life anyway, the truth wasn't much better.

She didn't think she needed to do any of that.

She hadn't thought she needed to take any action because by the time she realized he existed, Yuze had already taken him as hers and in her opinion, Yuze was doing a better job than she ever could, so she just didn't do anything!

The irony of a Mother Goddess being such a shit parent to her creation was laughable.

“Can’t wait to deal with that.” He grumbled.

Yuze swatted the back of his head.

“Nuwa fucked up, everyone, including her, can agree on that. She thought it was for the best and she was wrong. The important thing is that she realizes and admits she's wrong and she's trying to be better.” Yuze scolded him.

Wukong huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Give it a chance, it's not like you won't be fucking up with your own kid.” She told him.

“Wait, do you think I'm going to mess up that badly?” He asked, dread making his fur puff up.

He already had his doubts, his past experiences with teaching someone hadn’t gone well, if he was that bad of a teacher how bad of a parent would he be?

“Every parent messes up a little bit, mistakes are part of parenting.” She said.

“Really, how did you mess up?” He snapped.

She raised a challenging eyebrow at him, he immediately regretted his question.

“I didn't teach you murder was wrong. Because I didn't think I had to.” she said smugly.

“fuck.” He pouted.

She laughed, tossing her head back, as they finally got back to the main cave.

Wukong stepped to the side to avoid being knocked over by the blur of white slamming into his mother.

“Ma! How have you been, xiǎo guǐ?” Yuze chuckled, hugging her daughter.

Wukong gave his mother and sister some privacy, heading over to where Liu'er was sitting with the cubs.

Xuěhuā was squinting in the direction their mother went, undoubtedly only seeing a fuzzy patch of white in the darkness, while Chao-Xing was chewing her cousin's tail, because they obviously weren't using it.

She stopped using her cousin as a chew toy when she realized he was back. His little cub squealed, reaching her adorable little hands out for him. Chuckling, he let her grab onto one of his fingers.

Unsurprisingly, she started biting it.

“We have got to work on her biting habit.” He said to Liu'er once he sat down.

His moon nodded.

“One of these days she's going to try eating her own ears.” He sighed.

Liu'er's ears were covered in teeny tiny bite marks from their curious cub giving the glowing ears a little nibble whenever she was near them. She didn't have the strength to hurt anyone yet, and when one of them said “ouch” she'd stop and lick the spot she was just biting in a little apology.

It was one of the cutest fucking things he'd ever seen.

“Where'd Zhù Cè go?” Wukong asked, noticing the underworld demon's absence.

“Oh, he had to take care of something, got an urgent message from his boss. He said he'd be back soon.” Liu'er said.

Wukong felt the fur on the back of his neck standing up. He had a gut feeling there was some sort of trouble brewing. A quick glance at his mate showed he had the same feeling.

“We'll talk about it later, if it's not solved. He whispered as Ma and Yuze came back to them.

“If what's not solved?” Ma asked.

“Underworld business. Zhù Cè had to leave.” Liu'er answered easily.

His mother narrowed her eyes skeptically, but didn't make any comment about it. Instead she sat down and flicked her tails towards the pair of cubs.

“Now, who are these cute little cubs?” She asked.

Ma picked up her cub, bringing her closer to their mom.

“This is Xuěhuā, they can't see shit and refuses to wear glasses.” Ma said, setting the toddler cub into Yuze's arms.

The mostly blind cub blinked their pale eyes cluelessly at the strange monkey.

“Who you?” they asked.

“I'm your grandmother.” Yuze said.

“Mama's Mama?” They inquired.

“Yes, that's me.” She answered.

“You smell good. I like you.” Xuěhuā chirped, happily cuddling up to her.

“Well, I'm so glad I smell good.” Yuze chuckled.

“Yeah, smell like a baby! Sweet!” Xuěhuā nodded aggressively.

“Like a baby? No that can't be right, babies are stinky.” Yuze shook her head.

“I can prove!” Xuěhuā insisted.

They scrambled out of their grandmother's hands, scurrying over to Chao-Xing sitting on his lap.

“Can I borrow?” Xuěhuā asked him.

He glanced at Liu'er, his moon nodded, a soft smile on his face at the toddler's antics.

“Sure thing kiddo.” He allowed.

Xuěhuā squealed, happily taking Chao-Xing out of his lap. The smaller cub let out a confused squeak as she was carried over to the brown and gray monkey.

“Here! Smell!” Xuěhuā demanded, shoving their cousin into Yuze's face.

Chao-Xing gave them the angriest baby face she could muster up.

“Hmm, this baby doesn't smell like a baby, she smells like fruit.” Yuze said.

“That's all uncles feed her!”

“hmm… I think this baby is made of fruit.” Yuze concluded.

“No! She's not fruit!” Xuěhuā giggled.

“Here! You check!” The albino toddler just dropped his cub.

He swore he had a heart attack.

Nothing happened, Yuze had her hands underneath Chao-Xing the entire time in case Xuěhuā slipped.

“Xuěhuā, you can't drop the baby.” Ma scolded lightly.

“Okay.” Xuěhuā turned back to Yuze.

“She's not fruit.” Xuěhuā stated confidently.

“I guess not.” Yuze conceded to the cub.

“Oh! She's got two tails! And glowies! I like glowies!” Xuěhuā chirped.

“I bet she's much easier to find.” Yuze agreed, frowning slightly at the cub in her hands.

“How old is she?” She asked.

Wukong's tail twitched anxiously.

“About six months.” He said.

“She's a bit small, does she eat enough?” She inquired, her fur puffing slightly.

“She's got Wukong's appetite.” Liu'er snorted.

“Ah, well all cubs grow differently, some slower than others.” She said.

“What's this little one's name?” she asked.

“Sun Chao-Xing.” His moon said proudly.

“How long of a fight was that one?” Yuze snickered.

“They fought for about a decade.” Ma said.

Wukong stuck his tongue out at his sister.

“I'd expect nothing less.” His mother laughed.

They spent another hour or so talking more until Zhù Cè finally came back, with the king of the underworld himself in tow.

King Yama had the Book of the Dead and miffed expression on his face.

“Sun Wukong, you are permitted to remove the names of your child and your sister's child, no others.” Do you understand?” The king growled.

Before he could even say anything to the underworld king, his mother grabbed him by his ear, yanking him towards her.

“Don't try anything.” She warned with a growl.

“I won't! I promise!” he squealed, absolutely embarrassing himself in front of the present company.

Yuze released him. He rubbed his sore ear. The underworld king had a barely concealed smirk on his face.

“I understand.” He nodded.

“Very well, the pages have been marked in advance.” King Yama said, opening the book.

Wukong took Xuěhuā’s name off first, then Chao-Xing’s. He didn't get to take much of a look at the page once he crossed his daughter's out, Yama shut it before he could get a good look.

“Your business is finished here. Please get out of my domain.” King Yama ordered somewhat politely.

Liu'er snickered. Wukong knew Yama had a pretty good reason for not wanting him down here, the last time he was here he wrecked a lot of important stuff looking for answers, but that didn't mean he wasn't a bit offended by it. Yuze grabbed his arm.

“Yes, you're on your way out now, I'll see you to the exit.” She said, glaring at him pointedly.

He rolled his eyes, it's not like he had any reason to cause trouble this time. Liu'er said goodbye to Zhù Cè, Wukong noticed the demon was considerably more nervous than he had been before.

Maybe Yama’s mad he wasn't doing his job. He thought.

He and Liu'er walked ahead of his mother and sister, they were talking about ways to see each other more frequently, apparently his mother had a few favors with Nuwa she could cash in.

The only good thing he could say about his creator is that it certainly looked like she was trying.

They reached the entrance to the Diyu pretty quickly, Liu'er was wished goodbye and good luck by everyone they passed.

“Don't let the little ones test their immortality too much.” His mother warned lightheartedly, playfully flicking each cub's fur up with her tail.

“We won't.” Ma said, hugging their mother.

“We leaving nǎi nai?” Xuěhuā asked sadly.

“Cheer up bèi, you'll see me again.” Yuze told the cub.

“Okay Nǎi nai! Bye!” Xuěhuā chirped, waving their hand excitedly as Ma stepped through to the other side.

“You two be careful with that little one there okay?” Yuze said.

“Of course Mā.” Liu'er nodded to her.

“And don't smother her either.” She added.

“We won't.” Wukong laughed.

“I expect to see you again before she turns two.” She said, giving them both a tight hug.

She had to stand on her toes to reach them properly.

“You both got too tall.” She huffed.

They all laughed.

“Well, you better not keep Ma waiting.” Yuze said.

“Right, see you soon.” Wukong said.

Yuze watched her son and son in law leave the Diyu. She turned, heading back into the Diyu.

The realm’s King was beyond her reach, he didn't like her much anyway. Zhù Cè was helpfully scared of crossing her, he had let her know when her son arrived.

The registrant paled once he saw her.

“Zhù Cè, what's going on down here?” She asked.

“I'm afraid I can't tell you that.” He admitted.

She glared at him.

“Is it going to be a problem?” She prompted.

“No…” he glanced away.

“Is it a problem for my family?” She hissed.

“I'm really very sorry, but I can't tell you.” Zhù Cè insisted.

She growled.

“It is none of your concern regardless.” King Yama said from behind her.

She glared over her shoulder.

“I think it's time you returned to your mistress, monkey.” He sneered.

“You know, I'm glad I don't have to be stuck here.” She snarled, baring her fangs at the King as she left the underworld.

Nuwa glanced up once she returned.

“How'd it go?” the Mother Goddess asked nervously.

“Yama is an asshole.” She growled.

“Something happened in the Diyu while we were down there. He doesn't want anyone to know what it is.” She crossed her arms with a sigh.

“Think it means trouble?” She glanced at the goddess.

“It's not anything good, that's certain.” Nuwa sighed.

Yuze watched her friend carefully, she had been acting differently for the last three years. Something weighed heavily on her mind.

“I got to meet the little one.” She said, changing to a lighter subject.

“What's she like?!” Nuwa asked excitedly.

Yuze smiled, happy to spend the rest of the day gushing about their granddaughter and her grandchild.

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I rushed it a bit at the end, mostly cause I just wanted this chapter to be done. I've been working on it for almost 4 months. It was fun but lots of big emotion stuff and it kept getting away from me and I have a bunch of notes on the stuff in this chapter so please feel free to ask questions if anything confuses you!

Next chapter is shenanigans!

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