Starsun

So my first language isn’t English even though I have it pretty mastered so if I misspell often, please bear with me.

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The Divine Creator

Part 4 Part 5 (You’re here!)

The question struck like a blade. Ophiuchus. The serpent-bearer. A symbol of healing and poison, of a god who carried the weight of both. (Name)’s fingers twitched. Had he ever truly had a favorite? Or had his children simply assigned him one, another chain to bind him to their myths?

To remind him of his miserable existence.

"Legends say it represents duality," (Name) said carefully. "Life and death. Mercy and judgment."

Zhongli hummed. "An astute answer. Too astute, for a passing stranger." His thumb traced the rim of his teacup, a gesture (Name) recognized. The Archon was weighing his words, measuring each syllable against millennia of memory. "You speak of the Assembly’s final hours as if you breathed its air. You debate the texture of Rex Lapis’s scales with the certainty of a sculptor. Who are you?"

The weight of that gaze was unbearable. (Name) fought the urge to step back. He didn’t know who he was, but he knew what he’d seen and lived. He’d seen his first children raise their eave against him for giving his mercy to humans as equally as he gave it to them. He has kneeled in a temple as devotees pressed bloodied hands to his robes. He’s been a boy who’d loved a world that now hunted him.

"Just a scholar with a good memory," he lied.

Zhongli’s eyes darkened. "Scholars cite texts. You speak as one who witnessed."

The air thickened. "Why does it matter? Liyue has moved on from gods. Isn’t that what you wanted Morax?"

IDIOT!

A flicker of surprise. Then, almost imperceptibly, Zhongli’s posture shifted. "So you do know me," he said softly. "Not as a scholar would. As an equal."

(Name)'s pulse roared in his ears. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!

Zhongli reached into his sleeve and placed a single object on the table. A die, carved from noctilucous jade.

(Name) froze. His own creation, a game piece from his second life, gifted to a young Morax after a battle. No one should have this.

Zhongli, ever so watchful, noticed. He hummed. “Since you know me, and Teyvat seems to cling to you, you’ll know what this is. Right, your grace?”

(Name)’s breath hitched as he took a step back. There’s no point in hiding anymore, the god before him saw right through him. “If you have the slightest respect and love for me, you’ll respect my wishes on being alone.”

“Oh, but that can hardly be. We’ve been terribly terrified with your sudden disappearance. Shouldn’t it be fair that you make it up?” Zhongli interrupted and walked around (Name), now sure of the man’s identity.

(Name) stood planted where he was. Hoping, wishing for someone, anything to save him… but who is there even to wish to for him? No one would save him. He forced himself to remain firm. “Is this really how you speak to your creator?”

Zhongli smiled. “Why did your grace not go immediately to announce your arrival? We would’ve given you the best food and a bed with the best sheets.” He asked but didn’t get closer to (Name), the why the man’s hand twitched made him believe he preferred distance.

“I don’t see the need to inform my every move to the world.”

“Your safe-“

“My safety shouldn’t be constantly in eye, no creature in Teyvat can hurt me. I’m perfectly safe.” (Name) said firmly.

“Then why are you trembling?” Zhongli answered back with judging eyes. “If not even death can touch you here, why are you trembling like a leaf?” He inched closer.

(Name) froze and gagged on his own words, was he so used to feeling so weak that he could no longer even feel when he acted like if? He hadn’t noticed the way his fists clenched not from rage but from fear, how his knees buckled ever so slightly not from cold but from terror… since when had he become so easily shaken to the point of not even being able to hide it?

“I-I… I’m cold.” Oh, how pathetic.

Zhongli must’ve thought it too by the expression he made. “I was unaware your grace could feel the low temperatures of the night.” Zhongli mumbled and (Name) out of eternal stupidity or shame ran on the opposite direction. His actions were stupid and he knew it, his current form couldn’t outrun a dog, much less a God.

So he wasn’t surprised when he felt a hand firmly grabbing his, not allowing him to jump into the unforgiving bodies of water to everyone but him. (Name) did not care for the faces the humans passing them made, he needed to get away. Yet, just like stone, Zhongli was unmoving, untroubled.

Curse this damn body.

“I didn’t expect our God to be do weak as of now, but fear not. I’ll restore you to yourself.” The brown haired god said. “So don’t worry your grace.”

I’m so sorry it’s short, I’m just not motivated with school and all 😩😭

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The Divine Creator

Part 3 Part 4(You’re here!) Part 5

The journey from Mondstadt to Liyue had been uneventful, though (Name) found himself oddly soothed by the rhythm of his own footsteps. The wind carried whispers—prayers, pleas, the distant hum of his acolytes’ frantic searching—but he ignored them. He had no intention of revealing himself yet, not when his bones ached with the frailty of a human body.

He needed to wait, he wouldn’t want to be weak before them.

Liyue Harbor sprawled before him in all its golden glory, a city of commerce and contracts, of stone and salt-kissed air. The scent of spices and simmering broth wafted through the streets, drawing him toward Wanmin Restaurant. His stomach growled, avulgar reminder of mortality.

Xiangling was behind the counter, her usual exuberant self, animatedly discussing ingredients with a customer. When (Name) approached, she beamed at him.

“Welcome! First time in Liyue? You’ve gotta try our specialty—the Black-Back Perch Stew! Or, if you’re feeling adventurous, I’ve got a new Jueyun Chili-infused—”

“The stew will be fine,” (Name) said, offering a small smile. Hunger gnawed at him, bitter and unfamiliar. As he waited, the chair beside him scraped against the stone floor. A familiar figure settled in—tall, composed, golden eyes glinting with quiet observation.

Zhongli.

(Name) didn’t react, though his fingers twitched imperceptibly against the table. Of course he would be here.

“A traveler, I presume?” Zhongli’s voice was smooth, measured. His gaze swept over (Name)’s attire, lingering on the faint dust of roads not native to Liyue. “You don’t carry the weariness of a merchant, nor the urgency of an adventurer.”

(Name) chuckled, feigning nonchalance. “Just passing through. Liyue’s beauty is worth the detour.”

Zhongli hummed, sipping his tea. “Indeed. Though beauty often conceals deeper truths.” His gaze lingered a second too long. “You have an… unusual presence.”

Damn it.

(Name) kept his expression neutral. “Do I? Maybe it’s the lack of sleep. Traveling does that.”

Zhongli didn’t press, but the weight of his scrutiny settled like a stone in (Name)’s throat. Before the conversation could continue, the restaurant’s door swung open. A familiar blond-haired traveler stepped in, Paimon floating beside him.

“Xiangling! We’re back—oh!” Aether’s eyes flickered to Zhongli. “Ah, Mr. Zhongli, we meet again so soon.” He approached, then noticed (Name). crease formed between his brows. “And you are?”

(Name) turned, meeting the traveler’s gaze. The hero of Teyvat, who’d once been his pawn in another life. “Just mister is fine,” he said, smiling slightly. “You must be the renowned Traveler.”

Aether nodded. “Yes, though I didn’t introduce myself properly—”

(Name) waved a hand. “No need.”

Xiangling bustled over to take Zhongli’s, Aether’s, and Paimon’s orders. The meal passed smoothly, until the conversation veered into Liyue’s history. (Name) and Zhongli debated archaic trade laws, the Archon War’s lesser-known battles, even the texture of Rex Lapis’s scales—details no mortal should know.

Zhongli's fingers traced the rim of his teacup. "You mentioned the 'scent of glaze lilies in the Assembly's final hours.'' His voice was deceptively mild. "An odd detail for a historian to know. Even texts from that era omit it."

(Name) stiffened. Shit. He'd let nostalgia color his words."Poetic license," he deflected, swirling his stew. "Unless you were there, Mr. Zhongli?" A beat of silence.

Zhongli's smile didn't reach his eyes. "One could ask you the same… you speak of these events as if you witnessed them.” His voice was light, but his eyes were sharp as a blade.

(Name)’s pulse stuttered. Why couldn’t he keep his mouth shut? “I’m a history enthusiast,” he lied.

Aether’s spoon froze mid-air.

Across the room, the door creaked.

Wanderer didn't move, but the air thickened. The at his hip flickered teal, casting jagged shadows. (Name) knew that look-the same one the puppet had worn when executing traitors. Then, with a laugh too sharp to be genuine, Wanderer turned to Xiangling.

"One extra-spicy dish, please. I'm in the mood for... burning things." His gaze cut back to (Name). "Isn't that right, mister?"

"Since when does he eat spicy food?" Paimon muttered. Aether said nothing.

The stranger's face had gone pale as a corpse.

Shit.

(Name) exhaled slowly. Pathetic. He couldn’t even hide for a few weeks

Wanderer’s lips curled, just slightly.

Found you.

After that it was quite noticeable that (Name) quite literally stuffed the food into his mouth, hurrying to leave.

Your grace

Ethan

Useless child

where are your manners?

(Name) said his goodbyes and hurried to leave, his heart almost breaking his ribcage to leave and hide, his lungs suddenly feeling claustrophobic. An ugly sensation forming itself on his stomach and his head being hit by a pathetic voice that once brought comfort.

Very coincidentally after a few minutes of wondering around the streets of Liyue he felt the wind change, the steps of the lord of geo getting closer to him like how a tiger would with his prey.

Zhongli faked a surprised expression. “It seems we meet again.”

(Name) stared at him and forced a smile out of his lips, unnoticeable after centuries of doing so in the past.

"The stars over Liyue are clear tonight," Zhongli remarked, falling into step beside him. "Though I suspect you've seen them from... higher up."

(Name) forced a laugh, knowing where he wanted to take the conversation. "I'm just a traveler."

"Funny. So was I." Zhongli paused. "Tell me—what do you know of the Creator's favorite constellation?"

Fuck you.

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The Divine Creator

Part 1 part 2 part 3(You’re here!) part 4

(Name) had never anticipated this would be the outcome of his choice for rebirth instead of resurrection, it worked but in exchange of a lot of trauma that a being like him shouldn’t even have been able to feel. Being born in a lower middle class household with a single mother for half of his life before his father got tired of other cunts and went to play house with his mother. (Name) wouldn’t lie and say he had been happy about it, in his eyes he had no father.

He didn’t know what a father’s love was if it meant his father was only there to receive his A+ calcifications and then vanish.

Then he came across a certain game. His 12 year old self was eager to play the game that had fascinating art and allowed him to forget about his life. Here’s the thing… he was more often than not sulky. Perhaps it was because he had been bullied for smiling at “stupid manwhas”, perhaps because his father beat every smile out of him when his mother was away.

Playing Genshin kept him from jumping off a bridge, he knew it was stupid but he had genuinely gotten attached to them. He told the characters encouraging words from time to time and got furious when violence or any type of harm came their way.

Obviously he freaked out when he started receiving body parts on his mail, more so when he witnessed Zhongli cut off a hand for him and calling him “your grace” while begging for forgiveness through the screen.

…

“Your grace, this lowly servant can’t bear serving you without admitting one’s crimes.” The brunette spoke, interrupting a scene from Fontaine’s mission. (Name) would’ve normally skipped but decided to keep listening, Zhongli appearing on Fontaine’s mission, why had no one made a fuss about this on Tik Tok? He however was taken by surprise when Zhongli pulled out a dagger.

“I need to be forgiven and the only way I can do so is by showing you just how sorrowful I truly am.” He said before raising his arm and cutting his hand off.

“What the fuck?!” (Name) yelled in a shock and disgust and stood up. His eyes widened when the characters that had previously been out of the screen suddenly appeared and tried to pull Zhongli away. (Name) couldn’t handle seeing anymore how blood dripped out of Zhongli’s arms while he begged for forgiveness, Wriothesley trying to pull him back along the lunch guy. All of it stopped when (Name) turned off the game.

…

He stopped playing after that. Then his 15th birthday came, that same day he woke up with a fever but was forced to still go to school. He passed out while crossing a road. And now he was here.

In Teyvat. With his memories.

He had spent the last 2 days on this temple, thinking of what he was supposed to do. He was far too weak to use his powers, his body needed to be “molded”, he should unify (Name)’s body to his own to at least have a decent shape, or he wouldn’t be able to use his powers. By now his acolytes must be running back and forth, going crazy over the where he is. He could barely shut up the voices of their prayers.

Sleeping became a challenge because of the whispers, and because he really wasn't tired anymore. Either way it sucked. (Name) took all his mental strength to bother rising from bed, he needed to eat. 2 days had passed since he last ate. (Name) stretched his limbs and yawned, he walked out of the temple that went back to being a mere rock as soon as he left.

Without any rush he started walking towards Mondstadt, he was definitely in the mood of exploring it this time. When he got to the city he took the time to recognize its beauty, the stone walls certainly looked quite intimidating, it made a good defense against enemies or natural disasters. 2 knights were at the door, (Name) acknowledged their watchful yet concealed eyes, it was clear they took their job seriously but made sure the people wouldn't feel uncomfortable.

When he walked in he was greeted by a stand of flowers, the vendor however was missing. To his left was a blacksmith diligently working and to his right there were other stands. The stone construction added a special touch to the town, it reminded (Name) of one of the earth countries, Germany. It seemed like a place where those romantic moments were bound to happen.

Moments that even his human reincarnation wasn't able to experience. How pitiful.

(Name) wandered through the cobblestone streets of Mondstadt, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling city. The aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of blooming flowers from the nearby stands. The city was alive with activity—children playing, merchants haggling, and adventurers preparing for their next journey. It was a stark contrast to the quiet, desolate temple he had just left.

The windmills turned lazily in the breeze, and the statue of Barbatos stood tall in the plaza, its serene expression almost mocking him. He wondered if Venti, the carefree bard who was secretly the Anemo Archon, was somewhere nearby, strumming his lyre and singing songs of freedom.

He headed closer to certain individuals who he had attracted his attention ever since his reincarnation saw them through that screen for the first time, he wondered how they’d treat a stranger to their lands who held no particular talent unlike the blond haired one.

He wondered off to them and pretends to bump into them. “Oh, my apologies. I did not notice you.” He said with a worried expression as he faked embarrassment.

Jean, the Acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius, standing before him. Her blonde hair was tied back neatly, and her blue eyes held a warmth that contrasted with her authoritative demeanor. “It’s fine Mr,” She paused as she seemed to not know him and realization flashed her… another traveler?

“Welcome to Mondstadt, sir. Is this your first time here?” She was accompanied by Kaeya, the Cavalry Captain, who leaned casually against a nearby wall, his usual smirk playing on his lips.

“Ah, yes,” (Name) replied, offering a small smile. “I’ve heard much about this city. It’s even more beautiful in person.”

Jean nodded, her expression softening. “I’m glad to hear that. If you need any assistance or have questions, don’t hesitate to ask the Knights of Favonius. We’re here to help.”

Kaeya pushed off the wall and stepped forward, his eye glinting with curiosity. He took notice on the stranger’s unique and unknown attire… much like Aether’s. “You seem... different. Not your average traveler, are you?”

(Name) chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. “Just a wanderer passing through. Nothing special.”

Kaeya’s smirk widened, as if he didn’t quite believe him, but he didn’t press further. “Well, if you’re looking for a drink or some entertainment, the Angel’s Share is the place to be. Just don’t let Diluc catch you slacking off.”

Jean shot Kaeya a disapproving look before turning back to (Name). “Ignore him. If you need anything, feel free to visit the Knights’ headquarters. We’d be happy to assist you.”

(Name) thanked them and watched as they walked off. His friendly and nervous smile vanished. These were the characters that were willing to do such atrocities for his attention, and oh he knew that if. they knew who—or what—he truly was he’d be dragged somewhere “safe” by them as soon as they noticed his current form was quite useless in terms of fighting.

As he continued his exploration, (Name) found himself drawn to the sound of music. Following the melody, he arrived at the plaza, where a crowd had gathered around a bard with a lyre. It was Venti, his green hat tilted at a playful angle as he sang a lively tune. His voice was soothing, and for a moment, (Name) forgot about his troubles.

When the song ended, the crowd erupted into applause, and Venti took a dramatic bow. His eyes met (Name)’s, and for a brief moment, there was a flicker of recognition in his gaze. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by his usual carefree smile.

“Thank you, thank you!” Venti said, waving to the crowd. “Your support is always appreciated. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I believe I’ve earned myself a drink.”

The crowd dispersed, and Venti approached (Name), his lyre slung over his shoulder. “You’re new here, aren’t you? I haven’t seen you around before.” (Name) nodded. “Just arrived today. Your music is... captivating.”

Venti grinned. “Why, thank you! Music is the soul of Mondstadt, after all. Say, would you care to join me for a drink? My treat.” (Name) hesitated. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to engage in casual conversation with someone who could potentially recognize him easily. But the earnest look in Venti’s eyes made it hard to refuse. He was still but a weak man to his creations.

“Sure,” he said finally. “Lead the way.”

As they walked to the Angel’s Share, (Name) couldn’t shake the feeling that he was dooming himself more, the wind of Teyvat hadn’t betrayed his will yet. Yeah, that’s why Venti invited him, to see why Teyvat’s wind refused to spill the secrets of his past. With that he relaxed more, reassuring himself that the bard wouldn’t notice how different he was from the local human.

Mondstadt was just the first step. Liyue awaited.

Took me long enough ik, I also got lazy at the end 🫠 hope you enjoyed it though

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The Divine Creator

Part 1 Part 2(You’re here!) part 3

You stood up from the floor with shaky legs, your joints clicking back together, the consequences of not using this physical form in many millennials. Your back ached worse that than that of phone-addicts or students. Leaning against the massive oak tree for support while gathering your strength was the best option for now, the sharp sense of your nose actively ignoring every other smell that wasn’t one of food while your stomach rumbled. 

Staying here for 2 days straight without moving an inch had terrible consequences. Light work though. After a moment or 2 of trying to re-learn how to walk, you gave up and just switched forms to (Name). Winderise, a beautiful sight for your eyes, the giant oak tree that had served as your shield from the sun these past 2 days could no longer protect its creator from the rays of sun as this one headed to that sweet smell.

It took you probably around an hour to reach Mondstadt, walking slow was best right now, you took in the view of what Barbatos had made of the land and to be honest, it was cozy. It looked better than through someone else’s eyes, you wondered. Had Aether noticed your lack of presence? Probably.

All those thoughts were pushed to the back of your mind as you went through the walls and into the city, doing your best to keep the winds controlled and hide your presence from a certain drunky. A god could never be so drunk to ignore its creator, you’ve figured that out in your first life, the things you created to keep planets with guardians while you drowned in wars and tears. Putting aside your own depression you managed to get to the food part.

Ordering a juicy steak from Sara and paying with freshly made Mora, you went to take a seat in the nearby tables. As you ate you took a moment to think, what would be your name? If you said (Name) everyone would freak out because that’s what Teyvat called you and had reserved strictly yours on this planet. If you used Ethan, Aether and Celestia would know it’s you. 

So you’d go with the trusty one, Sir or Mr. “Great idea (Name), you’re such a genius.” You thought while eating. Damn, this was good. Maybe too good. Why instead of giving you corpses they don’t give you this delicacy? Of course they wouldn’t, all they know how to give is corpses and war. As if a god that creates those lives would like to see death for such pathetic reasons.

As you finished your meal, leaving your stomach content you stood up and left. Had your mood been better you would’ve looked around Mondstadt but honestly, fuck that. All your body wanted now is to drop somewhere and close your eyes till you had enough energy to behave like how you’re known for. The energy to be present and living was not in the room, it rarely was nowadays. Your creativity was slowly vanishing too, thinking of new worlds, stories and ideas made your head hurt too nowadays.

Maybe this was the result of squeezing everything out of your mind and powers for millions of years without a rest.

As you walked to a nearby temple you failed to notice your acolytes pleas for your return or how whole Mondstadt looked rather depressing.

Saying that people were alarmed would be an understatement, they were horrified. 5 days had passed since their creator last used a vessel, they normally didn’t take this long. As tired as they may be, they had always AT LEAST done their daily tasks, or stored the resin. It was only natural for Aether and the main acolyte to enter an internal panic mode when their grace didn’t. Wanderer had managed to mask it with his behavior while Aether had done what he always did, stay quiet.

Honestly Aether was expecting it, in all the stories Ethan had always been described as unpredictable. It wasn’t surprising for him to be uninvolved with history for decades if he pleased or just because he randomly disappeared. That made his presence even more wished for. Yet for HIM to be experiencing it was TERRIFYING. He was losing his shit! And to make it worst Mr. Emo here was making crazy conclusions. Both their asses were sweating when the creator’s main shield, Zhongli, asked why they hadn’t been called yet.

With steel and possibly, non-existent, balls Wanderer had basically told him to fuck of, “Aren’t you just irritating? Do you think you’re worthy enough to demand his grace’s presence? He’ll see your pesky face when he wishes to.” Aether could only nod, the wanderer had taken advantage of those privileges he held from being the most used acolyte once again and no one could do anything about it. So the retired god had to suck it up and leave, unaware of how that the favored one himself was also bombarding (Name)’s temple’s in pleas for him to appear.

(Name) was a caring god, a quiet yet attentive god. Yet as caring as he was, Wanderer had noticed his lack of actual emotions. Sure, he told all the acolytes compliments and encouraged them when controlling them, but something was always off about him all along. He sometimes failed to feel surprised by their actions, the many gifts and offerings they received never took any reaction of him. Not pity, happiness or anything really, it was like he was practically dead. Yet as soon as it involved violence he reacted, and it wasn’t a good reaction.

But in was a reaction nonetheless. That’s why the sacrifices started, it was the only way their creator showed worry and just anything. It wasn’t odd for acolytes to have some scars here and there from their weekly offerings. Wanderer had been one of the few to notice the terror in their graces eyes when this one saw a cup of blood on what he called his “mail”. After that he could see whatever joy the creator had faded as soon as the offering came, so now he wondered. Was that why their grace had abandoned them?

Aether told him it couldn’t be that and to stop making crazy claims.

They failed to notice the star that fell from the sky during those moments. The same stars that fell when an acolyte was invoked.

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The Divine Creator

Part 1(You’re here!) part 2 part 3

Everyone knew who their creator was. (Name), the divine creator of Teyvat, the one who even Celestia prayed to and so did the seven archons. There was no beast, no animal, no human, no god, no being that didn’t hold him in the highest pedestal of all.

They celebrated in his name, killed in his name, fought on his name, drank on his name, and died on his name. He was the poet, the knight, and the king, he was all, is all.

From the warm summers of Liyue, to the cold winters of Snezhnaya. Their grace was praised.

The joy they all felt when the golden vessel came was unimaginable, joy that turned to jealousy. That vessel whose name was Aether wasn’t worthy of you, what could you see in this outsider? Was what every being wondered. Yet no one dared go against their divine god.

They knew you were watching them through those golden eyes, analyzing every movement and going through all the nations. Barbatos was ashamed of himself, he was unable to give you a proper welcome. Morax tried to stop his contract, he wanted to greet you personally, give you a tour and show you how well they were doing in comparison of Mondstadt. He couldn’t. He cursed himself for this, he should’ve waited more, he should’ve went after the Tsaritsa.

Ei was clueless and ashamed of her actions, how could she do this to you? She wanted to drop to her knees and beg for forgiveness but she couldn’t. Nahida was embarrassed, which is why she tried to be as helpful as she could. Furina and Neuvillette were both surprised and relieved at the same time, their nation wasn’t the worse one, surely you could understand that Celestia could be… difficult.

Aether took advantage of his title as the divine creator’s vessel to find his sister. He knew who you were, you were praised all throughout the stars and worlds yet he didn’t say a word to the archons. He quickly noticed that unlike his homeland, Teyvat was still a relatively young world. He marveled at the idea of being one of the first to know of your most recent work as the order still hadn’t added Teyvat into the system.

He forgot his sister for a moment.

He knew more of you than the others did. His mother had told him and his sister all about you in tales. While not much was known of your first life, they knew a lot of your second life, when you were introduced as Ethan of house Talix almost 6 billion years ago. The union between the goddess of knowledge and peace, and the god of life and nature. From that union was born a boy who held resemblance to the one who created life, Ethan.

He was told of how you overcame corruption and freed them all from the cruel world they built in your absence. How kind you were to go as far as reincarnating, breaking the rules you yourself had made, all to save them. They recognized their wrongdoings, they tainted the paradise you had built for them, it was only right for them to make it up for you. Aether was a bit… ashamed that Teyvat, a world that was still far too young and didn’t know all that history, acted so loyal since the start and followed your law.

Something this own homeland didn’t do… they had to see you be born again and suffer to free them for them to finally praise you as you deserved. They made you lose your life a second time.

…

Ethan, your grace, father, divine grace, your highness, prince, (Name)… who were you anymore? You didn’t know. From the start, you didn’t know. You were what everything else was, a mere atom floating around, well… many atoms that united like sticky balls to evolve. How long were you alone? Far enough to learn how to make others like you. You didn’t want worshippers or servants, you just wanted company. But of course, your wishes were always just dreams. So you kept yourself busy with building and making more life.

Fixing their problems, you learned to tolerate their “gifts” that consisted on sacrifice. You accepted your deaths and rebirths, as if you hadn’t already tried to completely eliminate yourself from existence. Not like a knife of divine blood to the heart, a curse to your soul, a night of bleeding out or being burned alive could do anything to you.

When you awoke in Teyvat you felt the same way as in those other planets, numb. Yet the smell of a warm meal made the hunger in your human body awake. That was the only thing that encouraged you to rise from the ground.

Ik this is confusing, ik. You’ll see everything as the story goes on, I have no schedule. I’ll pretty much update when I feel like it’s enough so don’t wait for a weekly update. Bye! 😊