From ( X ) @spinaea.
Moonlight set in blotched shadows cast from the clouds passing. A high moon, full moon granting a pale illumination cast across the whole of Tevyat, & Mondstadt being no exception. The low light gave the rabble of lowly gangs credence to navigate the night, believing their actions be enough enshrouded to ambush the foolish or unfortunate. Those of the land sent screaming back into the dark half millennia ago too used the night, glowing moon or not. It too, beckoned another to act in opposition; a young lord of three houses still in the Free City’s relevance.
What the man witnessed was of ghoulish slaughter to the norm, a precises application of violence to another. Still warm corpses lay like broken dolls, slumped along grass & soil that seeped crimson with the skirmish victor supported by the equally bloodied weapon. Diluc’s intervention was to go unopposed whilst the heavy steps of boots on stone plate armor shifting & jingled with the dangle of scabbard clinking across metal cuisse. Two patrolling knights not to witness the fight instead to catch the fleeting screams on a rolling wind.
Action beget action with gaudy boots set in motion before the oncoming investigators. The wayward sister, her victims strewn across & gave no pause to scoop at the bend of her knees, the cradle of shoulders. Diluc carried the thirst stricken away despite the protest. What stirred below the pale flesh, those eyes like moonless night eluded him only to confirm another suspicion,
❝ Shh. ❞ He hushed at the abyssal, watching over the hillside behind eld, stone wall. The remains just north of the great tree Windrise as the oncoming knights halted at the signs of slaughter. His gaze turning back to the sister having denied what he believed her reason for the previous killing. He’d naught known what she was, why she needed what was there but only the act itself before setting down behind the cover in efforts to evade detection.
