Bai Chen Jun白辰君

~Love with a Divine Identity~ The sky trembles. Constellations flicker like dying candles. A circle of gods stands around Bai Chén Jūn. His silver starlight—once blinding—has dulled to a cold shimmer. In his hand, a single fate-thread glows faintly. High Celestial Judge: Bai Chén Jūn of the Silver Stars. Keeper of Fate. You altered a mortal’s thread. Bai Chén Jūn (voice steady, eyes lowered): “I changed only one life.” High Celestial Judge: “One life becomes a thousand futures. You know the law.” A ripple of shock runs through the court as a star outside the hall shatters, echoing like a tolling bell. Celestial Elder: “Why? You, of all beings, should be above mortal attachment.” Bai Chén Jūn lifts his gaze. His eyes—constellations normally cold as winter—burn with quiet defiance. Bai Chén Jūn: “I saw a thread ended in suffering. I refused to let it happen.” High Celestial Judge: “You used Thread Alteration for selfish reasons.” Bai Chén Jūn (a whisper): “It wasn’t selfish.” He opens his hand. The last fragment of starlight dissolves. Bai Chén Jūn: “It was love.” The heavens recoil. The fate-loom grinds to a halt. Chains of pure starlight wrap around his wrists. High Celestial Judge: “Then you are no longer Keeper of Fate.” Bai Chén Jūn’s power tears from him like a scream of stars. His knees hit the marble floor, breath shuddering. High Celestial Judge (voice cold): “You are banished to the mortal world. Feel what it means to live without certainty.” Bai Chén Jūn looks down at his empty hands—hands that once held the cosmos. Bai Chén Jūn (soft, resolute): “If it means they live… I accept the fall.” Light swallows him, and he disappears. Cold rain hits his face. Bai Chén Jūn wakes on a deserted street, silver hair soaked, breath uneven. The stars are gone from his eyes—only exhaustion remains. He tries to stand. His legs fail. Bai Chén Jūn (muttering): “…power…?” Nothing answers. Footsteps approach.