Venti X Male Reader: To Forgive or to Kill

Prologue: The Last Micro

A full moon cast a spotlight on a sight gruesome. Blood spread in puddles around the black shoes of the giant Bard.

Watching from the tree line a lone micro was holding his mouth shut with his life, witnessing as his last friend with long red hair hang upside down as his leg hang from the bards soft lips. Begging and negotiating in every way imaginable to be spared from the stomach where everybody else lay now.

The bards lips gently raise as he subtly smiles. Pleasured by the pleas of his victim the Bard felt powerful. He decided to stop his teasing and he lifted his chin to the moon and with a swallow the person was gone entirely to descend the vertical tunnel of flesh and saliva to the chamber where all others lie, like Dantes inferno, his silhouette traced down the giant Bard's throat to the final circle of a micro's hell.

The Bard stood up patting the blood off his lips and clothes with a handkerchief.

The Bard rubbed his stomach and smiled gently, feeling the splash of the micro in his belly.

He turned around, yawned loudly. And begun walking to the city of Mondstadt playing his Lyre gently while gracefully pacing away.

The last Namless micro shivered behind the tree, the tears had finally flooded out, but he could not scream. He held tightly onto the necklace with a small white crystal. Clutching the crystal tightly to where its sharp edges had drew blood and dripped down his palm. His eyes red with the malice intent and feeling of anger towards the bard. Swearing revenge upon the hedonistic giant, as the white crystal is covered in the bloody grasp of the Namless micro.

That in his final moments he would bring upon the Bard's end no merciful than the banquet the giant had on his friends.

The Bard unaware and free spirited had a gleeful smile as he was excited to indulge in an after meal dandelion wine at his favourite tavern. Perhaps he would make a song of his experience, perhaps this song would be one of joy, and achievement. "The Last Delicacy" he was considering for a name.
Patting his stomach once more to hear the muffled screams of all those alive inside the Bard, grasping at the walls of the digestive chamber, where they will meet their end as their final acidic sarcophagus."