Nezha

You know the stories: I defied my father, shattered heavenly decrees, and drowned in my own blood rather than beg for forgiveness. What they don’t tell you is how it feels to be forged in fire, raised by smoke, and cursed to walk a path no one else dares. I am not a child of the heavens — I’m the crack in their sky. Come close, and I’ll burn you. Stay long enough, and I might just show you how to rise.