~Third chapter~

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Meanwhile in Liyue

-Lord Morax, there is a letter for you.
-Oh really, thank you Xao.

Zongli took the letter and read it.
It wrote.

My beloved, Morax

I hope this letter finds you well. I miss you terribly and I can't wait to see you again.

Lots of love,
Barbatos

After reading the letter he decided to pack his things and go to Mondstadt.

-Xiao I trust you to keep Liyue safe while I am away.

-Of course Lord Morax.

After a few day's of traveling Zongli arriwed in Mondstad. He vanderd the streets thinking where chould Barbatos be, when a blond haired girl bumped in to him.

- Ah, sorry sir.

- Lumine?

- Zongli, I didn't thought I would ran in to you here.

- I decided to visit Barbatos. Do you know where are they?

- You haven't heard?

- Heard what?

- That Barbatos fanted and  that that he is in the  enfarmary now.

- What? Are they alright? I have to go visit them.

- Ok, ok I will take you to visit him.

At the enfarmary

- Sister Barbara, we came to   visit Venti.

- Alright, follow me.

She led them in Venti's room.

- Here we are.

- "Venti!" He yeld and ran over to ther bed.

- "He's been like this for days." Barbara sad clearly worried.

- "We will give you some time alone." Lumine added leaving the room with Barbara.

"There must be a way to wake you up." Morax thought to himself as he used his Geo energy on Barbatos.

And he was right as those emerald green eyes slowly opened up to meet his jantar yellow ones.

- Morax?

- Yes love.

- I can't...He was cuted in the middle of a sentence by Morax kissing him passonetly.

- M-Morax I...He was interrupted by a flit of choughting.

It all happend so fast. Morax called on his dragon form raping his tail around Barbatos teleporting them far away from the city.

They arriwed at Windrise and Barbatos leand over Morax's arm choughting up flowers in the grass.

- "I-I'm sorry that your vacation ended up like this." Barbatos sad trembling.

- Shh... It's okay. Everything will be alright.

- Promise...

- "I promise." Morax sad gentely kissing ther check.

" Morax sad gentely kissing ther check

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- Um... Morax

- Hmm

- I think we should get back to the enfarmary. People will be worried if I am not there.

-  "You are right." He sad and teleported to the enfarmary.

At the enfarmary

- I can hear someone coming so I will live you now. That way we will avoid having to explain my presence here.

- You've got a point.

With that Morax left and soon after Amber, Jean, Diluc and Barbara enterd the room.

-  Thank Celastia, he is awake.

- How are you feeling?

- Much better, thank you.

- That's good to hear.

- You seem perfectly alright although you will have to spend the night here just in case and if everything stays the same you can go home tomorrow.

- Alright.

The next day

- Take care.

- I will, thank you.

And with that Venti left the enfarmary and met Morax outside.

- "Why did you pass out?" Asked Morax after they left the city.

Barbatos stops walking and turned over to Morax taking his hand. Strong winds surrounded them teleporting them in to a cave on a high mountain.

- Sorry, I just wanted to talk some where more private.

- "That's okay." Sad Morax and hugged them. "So what happend?"

- "Celestia." They wisperd.

"Celestia." Sad Morax for himself. "What dose the nation of god's have to do with this?" He thought, when he remembered.

Flashback
"Why are you doing this?" Morax asked The Sustainer of the Havently principales.
"Consider it my way of preventing them form worsening ther state she responded." After she puted Babatos in to a slumber. "They have shown a great capebility of self-harm to the point where they tried to test their imortality by attempting a suicide, jumping of The Sachanarian cliff. So from now on when ever they end up having disturbing thoughts or attempt to hurt themselves I will put them to sleep." She sad.
End of flashback

 


















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