Summary: She was one of the Seven that ascended to Celestia and archived the title of the Pyro Archon. Her heroic actions during the Archon War were a folk tale within the lands; she was honored till this day by her people. They would praise her accomplishments, talk of how she wielded her sword strongly, skillfully, bravely; how she defeated the enemies and lead her troops to victory, ensuring her people’s safety within her land.
She climbed the ranks, ensuring that one of the seven divine seats at Celestia was reserved for herself.
As history glorified her achievements, all she remembered was the hardships she endured to get to the end of the rainbow. All the past friends and lovers she lost due to war; the blood, sweat and tears she shed to secure the well-being of her people.
This was not only her story to tell; it was their story to share. All the hardships they endured, the loses and disappointments, it was theirs to tell. Together.
This will be their tale that will be written down in history: the reunion of two Gods. A story of what could have been and of what will be. A story of the memories they will make together; the once lost love growing within them once again, as it should have been from the very start.
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Read the prologue on: AO3
Relationship: Zhongli x Reader / Zhongli x Original Female Character (because I hate writing Y/N or using first/second character POV.)
Rating: E
Trigger Warning: Description of Death, Violence and Blood.
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The scenery of snowfall might give a feeling of protection to some people: the gentle fall of snowflakes all around a person, decorating the nature beautifully might feel joyful, the snow blanket coating everything around might give a sense of security, as if it hides you from the corrupt world all around you. But for her, snow was just a bitter reminder of what she had lost. Even a glimpse of snow makes her tremble, and not because of the cold. Every time she saw snow, her mind is filled with blood. Blood coating the pure white, turning the once snowfield into a bloodbath.
She remembered the awful stench, the horrifying scene of piled bodies of humans and adepti all around the mountains edge.
What was once a beautiful view was tainted with death and destruction.
Some might believe that death and war was familiar for her, but the sheer gruesomeness of this place even baffled her.
She took slow steps into the battlefield; every step forward made a sickening crunch under her feet. Nose scrunched because of the reeking corpses, she went through the bloody mess, sweat lingering on her skin despite the raging blizzard that was happening all around her. She kept a keen eye open in case some poor soul survived to tell the story of this massacre, but alas, the only thing in sight were the remains of the soldiers, large gashes on their bodies, some still gushing with blood, but the soul within the vessel long gone.
Every instinct told her to turn away, to get away from this place as fast as she could, but she kept on walking, grip tightening on the handle of her weapon.
How many minutes she spent on walking around, she wasn’t sure, but the more she kept on moving forward, the more she could hear a lullaby being sung. It would have sounded lovely if it weren’t for the hiccups interrupting the melody every two seconds. A broken lullaby it was, as the voice was gentle, but the sniffles and chokes were a dead giveaway to the immense sadness and heartbreak the singer felt. Someone must be grieving, she thought. What happened in this place?
She came to a stop once she heard the lullaby more clearly and found herself in a field of bloodstained glaze lilies, the once beautiful flowers tainted with specks of blood. She felt dizzy; there was a lump in her throat that makes it hard to breathe, every inhale hurt her throat. There was a throbbing in her head and a burning sensation in her eyes, but she couldn’t pry her eyes away from the sight before her.
In the middle of the bloodstained flowerbed on his knees was Morax, cradling a body closely against his chest, humming the melody to the woman and gently tracing her cheek. It wasn’t hard to recognize who he was holding: the God of Dust, Guizhong. A naïve person might assume she was asleep, but the telltale marks of death were unmistakable. Gone were the once intelligent eyes, replaced with an empty look. She stayed quiet to give him time to grief and to show her respect to the Dead, but she must not have been discreet enough.
“What are you doing here? How dare you show your face around here.”
Morax wasn’t looking at her as he spoke, still stroking Guizhong’s cheek tenderly. His voice resonated all around the mountain, the once gentle humming tone gone, replaced with a resentful ring that could bring thousands to their knees. Was she anyone else, she too might have fallen to her knees and begged for mercy, but she stood still, slowly sheathing the claymore into its holder.
A bit bewildered at his tone, she replied, “What do you mean what am I doing here? Someone sent for me. Do you know what happened?” Her eyes darted between Guizhong and Morax, an unsettling feeling spread within her the more Morax took his time to answer. For some reason, she felt like she was walking on thin ice, like any wrong push and she would topple down. She felt on edge, seeing the emotional mess of Morax, of someone who was usually so reserved and calm.
Something is terribly wrong here, she thought.
Morax tucked Guizhong’s hair behind her ear one last time before delicately laying her down to rest in peace. A polearm manifested itself into his hand as he stood up, a scowl on his face, amber eyes piercing through the God before him. With lightning speed, Morax dashed forward, ready to strike the God down, if it weren’t for the withdrawn claymore acting as a shield.
“What is your problem?!”
“I don’t show mercy to traitors.”
“Traitors?” she questioned; the once hesitant behavior replaced by irritation at the accusation thrown at her. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“There is no use for lying,” Morax growled, “I shouldn’t have allied with the likes of you. That was my mistake, but you clearly don’t feel any remorse for breaching the contract, so I won’t feel bad punishing you, either. I will make sure you regret the day you decided to go behind my back.”
Millions of questions were swarming around her head with no answer to any of them. All she could do, as Morax was too enraged to think about his actions properly, was to dodge incoming attacks as much as she could and not engage in the fight.
“Breach of contract, you say. Has grief overtaken your mind that you can’t even think straight anymore, Morax?”
“Karma will find you for what you have done. Mark my words.”
What nonsense is he talking about, she thought, a snarl on her face at his roundabout way of speaking. A hot flush grazed her face as anger slowly took over; she began to swing her weapon around, trying to create some distance between them, uncaring of damage she did around the flower field, around the final resting place of Guizhong. A tiny part of her was remorseful because of the disrespect, but all she wanted to do was to get away from this place as soon as possible; to get away from him. As she attempted to avoid the tip of the polearm once more, Morax succeeded on slashing her on the chest, dangerously close to where her heart is.
“You can’t run from fate forever; take what is coming for you,” said Morax, not a hint of the God she knew him as was present in him. Instead, all she saw was a ruthless Adeptus, ready to strike the enemy down, ready to strike her down. As a one last attempt to put distance between them, she spun her claymore around in an arch, forcing him to step back. With a small huff, she placed her hand on the cut, feeling blood soak through the chest bind and soiling her hand in the process.
She was tired of unnecessary fights happening around her. Her movements were sluggish as she supported herself by leaning on her weapon, a snarl on her face, anger and disappointment creeped into her voice as she said, “Fate will have to wait since I have no idea what I should be punished for. Tch, what a waste of time. I have better things to do than entertain this nonsense… and I thought you needed me. What a fool I am.”
On that day, she remembered leaving him behind; she turned around and went to assist her troops at the front line, who had requested for her aid for a while. She had been foolish; had she known which nonsense she was going to receive when she got there, she wouldn’t have left the forefront in the first place. So, she left him; she left to help her people with no regret at that time.
She should have regretted it, though. If she thought back to that day, a lot of things popped up within her mind that she regretted not doing. Actions she could have done differently; actions that could have changed everything. For the better or for the worse, she didn’t know, but in the end, she could have avoided the death of her beloved person. She regretted not arriving to help her people sooner, not listening to the advice of the council; she regretted not handling the misunderstanding with Morax sooner. Instead of clearing the issue, she left him behind with the hatred that was clearly taking root within him.
She learned the hard way: actions have consequences.
What a fool she was, indeed.
That day was unforgotten by Liyue’s people as it marks the day they lost one of their beloved Gods. Still, they carried her values within their hearts, honoring the God of Dust till this day.
It marked the day where two Gods lost one person they cherished to the hands of Death.
A memorable day it was, where they lost the slowly blooming love for each other due to war.
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"You could get up early and do it before work" I could also wait for a magic beanstalk to start growing in my living room LMAO. Let's focus on things that happen in the real world
