How to finsih your bucket list before you die by kaeya alberich

Chapter 3: Diluc and Other Things Notes:

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Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Major Character Death

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Razor imbues his sword with electricity, he knows that like this, he can break the hardiest of magic crystals, amber that is already crumbling within a human body would never stand a chance.

Kaeya is not the first human he’s killed, but is certainly the most unique. Razor thinks he’s never felt a human’s flesh give like Kaeya’s had, with a pained wheezing breath, the muscle fibers had loosened and his blood shattered as if he was simply a rotting piece of flesh half imbued with geo.

Kaeya’s torso crumbles from the force of Razor’s strike, and he catches the top half of Kaeya before he hits the ground, his legs tumbling to the floor and shattering at the knees.

“I’m more geo than human, right now,” Kaeya had said when Razor asked anything more?, “I’d like to have the geo parts of me crushed to dust and the flesh part burnt to ashes. If it’s possible, please scatter the geo powder of my body off the edge of Starsnatch Cliff. I can only pray that they’re durable enough to fly to my homeland. The ashes I’d like to be buried by a bed of mist flowers.” They always were his favourite.

Razor can easily crush the geo, but his electro isn’t good enough to reduce flesh and bones to ash. Oh, the other red-burny girl, she has a pyro Vision. Razor knows she lives somewhere in the Knights’ dormitories, so he seeks her out.

When she opens the door to her room for him, she’s rubbing sleep out of her eyes as she asks, “Razor? What do you want so late at night?”

He takes her by the hand and says, “help.” and he leads her to Kaeya’s remains. When they’re out in the courtyard, the geo fragments glint off the moonlight and Amber turns stiff in his grasp.

Razor knows he hasn’t done anything wrong, Kaeya was already dead and needed to return to being dead, so he was doing what was natural but… the scream of anguish that rips from Amber’s throat as she collapses to her knees makes Razor’s heart shake.

 

 

There’s something not right.

 

There’s been something sitting heavy in the air, it’s been pushing on Diluc’s throat from the moment Kaeya was waiting outside the Angel’s Share, seven nights ago. The song Venti sang, the story Kaeya told, it’s probably the most information Diluc’s ever gotten from Kaeya about his past and it makes him feel sick.

The unease settles in his chest and crawls into the rest of his body when, in the midst of his festivities, Barbatos pauses and with a sad smile says, “it truly is the night of nights.”

Diluc swallows as the atmosphere turns oppressive but no one, not one single person in the tavern, seems to feel it. Something is wrong, wrong, wrong, why can’t anyone else see it? The wind is whistling in all the wrong directions and it’s so loud Diluc wants to drop to his knees and cover his ears.

“Bar-d, what’s going on?” Diluc asks, “do you know anything?”

Barbatos strums a chord and says, melancholy and grief in his voice, “I know many things, like how the wind wails and the earth whispers longevity and the completion of contracts. What I didn’t know until now was how the moon weeps and with it’s pale light, a corpse.”