Genshin Impact On Crack & Oneshots

Lost Light (Angst?)

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Childe was, needless to say— was mourning.

'If only I paid more attention. If only I knew. If only I could've protected you, Lumine. I should've been the one who died. I should've died at your hands. You were the only one worthy enough.'

He no longer saw only himself conquering the world, but he saw Lumine by his side.

To him, conquering the world served no purpose if Lumine wasn't there to see it with him.

He could no longer have a family with her.

The light in his life had extinguished within his own very eyes.

Childe was nothing without his ojou-chan by his side once he fulfilled his life long goal.

Childe had put up barriers for his heart, losing another of which he loved.

The Tsaritsa, needless to say, was guilty. The Traveler, who had become the Hero of Mondstadt, Hero of Liyue, and Liberator of Inazuma was mercilessly slaughtered by her own two hands.

Not only did this tarnish her name to the outside world, but had damaged her relationship with her youngest Harbinger.

The girl wanted nothing more than her brother back, the Tsaritsa understood her for that ambition, but a supposed goddess of love had prevented family from being together.

The Tsaritsa could feel in her youngest Harbinger's heart that he indeed had become cold. Just like her. The Tsaritsa knew that her dream of world peace indeed seemed to be a declaration of war against the entire world of Teyvat, but did she care? No.

Her dreams of peace were seen by the Harbingers of Snezhnaya, so why did an innocent girl have to get caught in it? The girl had believed in the Tsaritsa's dream for everlasting peace for Teyvat, she just never understood the tactics the Fatui used.

She had appeared in Mondstadt when she was first spotted, a city who hated the Fatui and spoke badly about them. She had been given an opinion from some strangers about her organization, so she took their word for it and thwarted their plans for the Anemo Archon's gnosis and to gain control of Mondstadt. The dragon- Stormterror, was their key to gaining full control of the city.

The Tsaritsa shook her head, she needed to harden herself. If she's like this, she'll never reach her goal of overthrowing Celestia.

Still, the feeling of guilt raged in her stomach. Would Tartaglia forgive her? Would her fellow Archons forgive her? Would her own nation forgive her?

Somewhere in Khaenri'ah, a young man with blonde hair in a braid walked, followed by several Abyss Mages.

A Cryo Mage had appeared behind the man. The mage had bowed to him.

"Your Highness, your humble servant returns," the mage had addressed their leader.

"Oh? What news do you bring to me this time?" The man asked, turning around to the mage.

"Regrettably Your Highness, the issue is . . . " the Abyss Mage hesitated, " your sister."

"I thought I told you to stop talking about her," The man said, his gaze burning holes into the mage.

"But, Your Highness. It's very important. She's . . . she's been murdered."

The surprise smacked the man in the face.

"Lumine . . . " the Prince of the Abyss held back tears. Putting on a mask of hatred, he looked at the Abyss Mage expectantly. "Who?"

"The Tsaritsa of Snezhnaya."