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prologue ✧ a cursed blessing

You are but a simple member of society. A simple member of society, yet you are forced into an uninviting world of gods and monsters. (An uninviting world of gods and monsters alike.)

The vast green field of flourishing grass, the blue sky littered and draped with clouds, the ever-so-slowly swaying tree creaking with the wind.

The glowing statue standing frozen in time in front of the tree grounded you. It was easy to forget that you had been here in this god-full world multiple times before.

You are you. And you have a feeling you have been here before. (You know you have been here before, but you choose to attempt ignoring it.)

At first, you did not know whether or not you were in the favour of the gods and goddesses of this world. You believe you saw them in the previous loops.

The first god you saw, was ironically right before you had died for the very first time. 

They had taken the form of a petite young man, a picturesque bard. His dark, teal tipped hair in braids gracefully framed his grief-stricken eyes. Oh, his eyes... You swore if everyone's eyes were this stunning in this world, you would simply just perish.

His orbs almost glowed with the braids that caressed his rosy cheeks. Eye contact felt as though you were drowning in them, leaving you breathless...

(Or was it just the red liquid rushing up your throat, spilling past your lips. You still can't remember.) 

... and you wondered what they'd look like if he smiled.

Are you alright?  You had attempted to say, ignoring how crimson bloomed like flowers across your abdomen. 

You were sure you were hit in the chest one too many times with the flaming arrows from the strange dancing creatures. The arrowheads that had planted themselves like seeds in your chest ached and burned, taunting your slowly ceasing (but forever beating) heart.

Once the god had finally opened his mouth to speak, you had run out of time to hear his response. You guessed as such, that life here wouldn't be much like a story. One where you had time to tell your story before selfish, selfish death took you away into their arms.

Humans are fast. But death is even faster. 

(However, the archons couldn't say the same for your unfortunate soul, for as death seems to be unable to keep its grip on you.)

 It wasn't long till you woke up again, in the same place where you had first fallen into this forsaken world.

The second time you had faced a god, you had gone pretty far into the realm of Teyvat. The trip to Liyue Harbour was no joke, to plainly put it. 

You had drowned. 

Pushed off a cliff by a... lawchurl, they had called it... into the cold lake below.  The knights that regularly patrolled in Mondstadt, had told you about the hulking masked beings and warned you to stay as far away from their camps as possible.

(It seemed as though you had failed to heed rules once more. You lament in your time left in this life.)

In your fading moments, you almost fail to see a blurred gloved hand reaching out to you. This person was trying to save you, you realise wistfully, watching as they wrapped their arms around you and pulled you up, up, up.

(This god was trying to save you, nevertheless, you knew that he was going to fail as the first one had.)

You could barely feel the cold wind of rainy Liyue whip against your face or the droplets of rain patter against your scalp. 

Head lolling against the stranger's chest, they rested a gloved hand against the back of your neck, stabilising it. You could feel the heat of their hands through the thin glove. You relished in the warmth. 

Water-logged ears muffled out their words, though you indulged within it. Their voice rumbled kindly against your limp body.

(Were all archons this beautiful? You wonder, as your hazy, tired gaze brushes across his disheartened face.)

This god, the god of contracts, 'Rex Lapis' the people had commonly called him, took the form of a well-statured man. His eyes were striking, a molten gold that glowed with the tips of his hair through the storm. They gave you a sense of calm. 

Perhaps this was this world's way of repenting for the troubles that you should never have been given.

You knew this moment wasn't going to last, and you had a feeling that he understood as well. Kneeling beside you, the god murmured what seemed like old stories to you as your consciousness soon began to wither away and you fell asleep once more.

This proceeded multiple times.

You die, time splutters and then you come back again, unscathed. Some would say it would be a blessing that the deities had handed this (horrid, sewed up) immortality to a mere visionless human. 

Though as you sleep restlessly under the stars, blanching at how close death would be to you this time, you call it a curse.

You sob in your sleep.