by: thehopeoftomorrow
Diluc's blood sings of anger and sorrow.
He knows that Venti had no hand in his father's death. It was Ursa the Drake, the Abyss Order and the Fatui's weapon against Mondstadt. But why does his heart whisper to him--
If he was like the other archons, maybe he would've helped your father.
If he wasn't sleeping for centuries, your father would've lived.
He needs to be punished.
Punish.
Punish the foolish god.
Show him the wrath of a Ragnvindr.
His hands itch to grab Venti's arm and to drag him back to the Rangnvindr Manor. He wants to deprive the god of his senses, strip him off of his dignity, his pride, his control. He wants him to be deprived of everything.
Just like how he was when he had lost his father.
Right now, Lumine, Jean, Venti, and him are in talking about restorning the Holy Lyre der Himmel. Venti explains that gathering three more tears from Dvalin would be enough to power the lyre and to purify the dragon. We could always beat him up and make him cry, was Diluc's first thought but of course, he doesn't voice that out and instead agrees to help find the other tears. As Venti was explaining, the redhead could see the curves of the seemingly young boy. They were perfect and they would probably be a bit too big for his hands. Maybe they were good enough to bear a child? Although Diluc banishes that thought, because the god was a boy.
As soon as the rest of the squad leaves, Venti stays behind and asks Charles for a drink. The barkeeper looks at Diluc for confirmation, and he nods. He'll allow a short-lived freedom for the bard. After that--
Venti will be deprived of his freedom.
Two hours past midnight, and Diluc observes the bard from far away, just like a predator watching their prey. Their discussion had ended an hour ago, and up until now the bard is still drinking the famous Dandelion Wine and singing songs of whatever they may be. His choices in songs were peculiar, to say the least.
The clock ticks loudly, and Diluc can't take it anymore. The anger is almost reaching it's limit inside him, and he needs to take this out on something.
Or rather, someone.
Diluc grabs the slightly inebriated wind god by his forearm and drags him to the nearest teleporter. "D-Diluc...? Where are we *hic* going?" Venti asks, slurring over his words. Diluc chooses not to say anything and activates the teleporter, bringing them to the statue of the seven near Dawn Winery. When they reach the manor, the servants don't dare to question their master for they could see the anger and the pain their master is emitting.
The redhead brings the bard to his room, and almost shoves the bard onto the bed. Venti didn't mind however and grins lopsidedly. "Oh we're doing this I see. Lemme just--" before Venti could strip down, Diluc grabs his hands and squeezes them tight that it earns a yelp from the shorter one. "Ow! Diluc—"
"You shall call me Master Diluc, you foolish god."
Diluc could immediately see the effect of his voice on the bard; he shivers and the bard's knees slightly go weak. "You have no right to call me by my name. You've done something so horrible, that a punishment will be served swiftly." With a flick of his fingers, the bard's clothes are burnt into crisps. "M-Master DIluc—!" Diluc shoves the bard onto the bed. He then grabs a piece of rope from under the bed and ties it around the bard's wrists, effectively stripping him of any freedom to move.
