(HIATUS UFN) Theatre Of The Fools [Yandere Genshin Impact Males × Female Reader]

0 • "Glory of Winter."

"Proud Fatui comrades, I know your hearts harbor both the fires of rage and the cold of eternal winter."

Behind the podium, stood the very first Harbinger.

"Each one of us has borne witness to the absurd callousness of the foundational principles of this world."

And an almost endless army of soldiers and diplomats alike stood before the podium, listening intently to his words.

"So, let us don our masks in mockery of the world, as we go forth and rewrite the rules of destiny."

One by one, ten by ten...

Each and every soldier and diplomat cast on a mask -

A mask of mockery. A mask that shields one's own emotions. A mask that would be worn for millennials to come.

"We will be the ones to lead both Snezhnaya and Her Majesty to glory! The rebellion against the divine!"

...

In a grand room of the Zapolyarny Palace, there was a round table.

On this round table, there are a total of eleven chairs.

On each chair, sat an influential member of the Fatui.

They are known as the Eleven Fatui Harbingers.

Childe, Tartaglia.

The Knave, Arlecchino.

Marionette, Sandrone.

The Fair Lady, La Signora.

Damselette, Columbina

Balladeer, Scaramouche.

The Rooster, Pulcinella.

The Doctor, Il Dottore.

Regrator, Pantalone.

The Captain, Il Capitano.

The Jester, Pierro.

Yet today is a day of fate, for today, one will add to the group, making it twelve.

"From this day onwards, you shall be known as the Twelve Fatui Harbingers."

Despite the quarrels and objections for this order, the verdict has already been handed down by The Tsaritsa herself.

None can ever disobey the rule of Her Majesty, after all.

And thus, a girl stepped inside the grand room, her footsteps echoing against the cold walls.

She walked with a small smile on her face,

And stepped onto the table, walking to the middle of it as her tapping feet shook the board ever so lightly.

A few were caught off guard by this seemingly arrogant and pompous action.

While the Balladeer spat words at her.

"Hey, what makes you think you can just walk on like that?! Get your dirty boots off the table!"

"..."

The girl did nothing but stare forward, to nothing at all, as all eleven looked at her, wondering her next move.

"Hey, are you deaf, or just stupid?" The Balladeer was irked by the lack of response.

But instead of an answer towards his words, the girl spoke of something entirely different.

"Call me Corriere, the Messenger," She began.

"My alias is...Rawgabbit.
My real name is...(Y/N)."

The smile on her face grew wider by an inch,

"I'll be working with you all from now on, so please treat me well."

She spoke as of there was no one there, full of confidence.

"Her Majesty, the Tsaritsa, has written a new role in this theatre play for me..."

She giggled,

"I hope everyone will continue to perfectly act out your roles too, after I'm here."

With that, she turned her heels and walked off the table, going back outside the room.

"..."

It goes without saying, everyone seemed to be intrigued by her actions and words.

"Corriere, hm...?"

"I like her confidence."

"Tch, I hate how she just ignored me like that. What an ego!"

"You are one to talk, Scaramouche."

Little by little, whispers filled the room and exchanged between the Harbingers' ears.

"You Majesty, just what do you see in her that makes her worthy of being one of us...?"

The Empress laughed, and rested her head on her knuckles as she replied with a smile on her face.

"For she, like you, wholeheartedly wants to lead Snezhnaya to glory. That is all there is to it."

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