You woke slowly. Your head still ached, but it didn't feel like it was trying to kill you. Lifting your head, you looked around. You were in your room, but tucked into bed. It was dark out. A small mass startled you a bit, but you relaxed realizing it was just Dodoco. You rubbed a finger against the toy, smiling a bit. You'd have to give this back to Klee as soon as you could.
Willing strength into your arms, you pushed yourself up and leaned against the headboard of the bed. You were startled by the dark figure that you hadn't seen earlier until now, sitting in the corner. A single golden eye peered at you, stars glittering in the iris. A blue one joined it.
There was no distinct shape to the figure, just those glowing eyes that stared right into your soul.
Nervous, you reached for a nearby object. You happened to grab a book that sat on your bedside table. You threw it at the shadow, the eyes vanishing instantaneously. But it exploded with a fury of blasts of sub zero winds, the cold wrapping around your arms.
Whispers filled your ears, the dying wishes of men, their screams quiet and faint. One voice stood out amongst all the sounds.
Sinner. Sinner. He is a sinner. The King of sinners lives... he walks amongst you mortals... immortality gracing his veins. Slowly he kills us, kills everyone he meets. Sinner. Sinner. SINNER. SINNER!
You reached up to your ears to block out the sound, the whisper becoming overwhelming.
The King of Lies wanders the lands, taking and claiming. Will you be his next prize, little child?
Your body shook, trembling like a newborn fawn trying to stand as you curled up, trying to block out everything. The voices were so loud, proclaiming and preaching of this King, of this King of Liars and Sinners, of this King who lied his whole life, laughter spilling from his sensual lips, hands that killed but brought pleasure, caressing, touching-
It vanished.
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He curled his fingers into a fist, digging his fingers into his skin. Pain shot through his palm as his nails pierced skin, blood running down his wrist before dripping onto the wood.
It ran red.
He opened his hand, his fingers bloodied and soaked with his sins. Staring, he turned his hand and let his own blood flow freely onto the table.
One drop of blood for every dead soul he reaped. He watched as the crimson liquid joined together to form droplets, and stared at the slowly growing puddle of blood.
He remained silent, complacent as he counted the drops, counted the amount of men he slaughtered. He cocked his head to the side, an almost bored look crossing his features as he continued bleeding.
He was used to this by now. The bleeding.
Ever since Master Crepus lost his life, ever since he lost his own brother to the truth, he bled himself for every life he killed. The first night was the worst. The second even more so. By the seventh night, he was numb to the pain, numb to the grief. He killed sinners. Not innocents. He only killed sinners. Everyone was a sinner.
Including himself. He knew that. But it takes a sinner to eradicate a sinner, does it not?
An innocent person wouldn't take whatever necessary steps required to erase the sins. No, they'd avoid every possible route that led to darkness. A sinner would not care, they already were stained by their mistakes.
He just so happened to take the darkest path to eradicate sinners.
The last drop of blood left his hand with a plop, and he brought the weeping wound to his body as he cradled it. He no longer felt nothing in that hand, why would he?
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King of Lies
Fanfiction(BOOK 1) Kaeya was a male of ice. He might be cold in many ways, but he was never cold with you. He was warm, friendly, and even a gentleman. As you travel across Teyvat, Kaeya's ice-cold heart begins to melt. And it has nothing to do with the Hydro...
