𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫

𝐘/𝐍'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I opened my eyes and fire surrounded me. The chains were gone...Zephial was gone and I instantly sat up. 

I was stuck smack middle in some sort of arena. Thousands upon thousands of Natlan citizens were seated above, watching me. I turned my head, seated on my own throne in its own special box was Lysithea. Standing beside her was Zephial, the man with deep blonde hair, a tall and slim man with dark blue hair, and Greater Lord Lacour. 

I hissed and stood up. The arena smelt of shit, piss, and blood. 

"Good Morning, Y/N." Lysithea smiled. My eyes stayed on Zephial. He was chained from wrist to ankle. He had small leaves stained into his arms and he looked sick. 

"What is this?" I growled. "It's kind of Ironic that you thought you could come into my region without any consequences." Lysithea grinned like a wolf and I rolled my eyes. 

"Come and fight me yourself, Lysithea." I hissed. Gasps echoed through the air from the citizens and Lysithea tilted her head slightly. "No can do, Y/N...we've all noticed something about you. You've gotten soft. You were so dangerous back then...now you're weak." Lysithea held up a hand. 

Weak? Maybe I have gotten soft. "Come and prove it then." I cocked my head slightly. "Come and see how weak I am, Lysithea." I spat out her name like venom. 

"You are picking a fight with the strongest living Archon, Y/N." Lysithea started. 

"COME AND FIGHT ME, YOU MOTHER FUCKING COWARD," I screamed at her. Lysithea barked out a laugh and stood up. Her dress, entirely made out of fire turned into a glistening armor made of obsidian. "If you so desire." She turned into nothing. My eyes widened and she appeared in front of me. 

"You lose, I kill your boy." She breathed out, blood lust hid behind her pupils. 

"You lose, I kill everyone in this fucking nation." The blow came harder than expected and my blood splattered across her knuckles. I stumbled back and caught my breath. 

Lysithea held her waist and snapped her fingers. Fire surrounded every single exit in the battle field. Weapons of all sorts fell from the sky and crashed into the ground. She smiled and circled me. "Weapons are a little boring, don't you think?" I scoffed and my eyes followed her. Lysithea stood beside me and pointed at Celestia. "Why do you think Celestia glows red?" I turned to her. She smiled. 

"Because Celestia is a star...the Red Star falls for the people of Teyvat." I whispered. I could feel Lacour smile from all the way here. 

"The Red Star doesn't fall for the shitwaste we call a world." Lysithea breathed out. "What does it mean then, Lysithea?" I glared at Lacour. My fingers slowly wrapped around one of the sword handles. 

"Nothing burns like the cold." I whispered softly and the blade went straight through the obsidian breastplate. Fire sent me flying and I crashed through the ground. I winced in agony and sat up straight. Lysithea laughed and her grip tightened around the blade and she pulled it out of her. 

I gained my balance. Hardened ice covered my sword handle and I pointed it at Lysithea. She just smiled. 

I shook my head slightly. "Shall we?" I felt my blood trickling down my nose. "With Pleasure, Cyro bitch." 

"To the death." We both hissed in unison and the crowd went wild.