Synopsis: Zhongli takes it upon himself to rid the world of those who sin Warnings: explicit violence,torn limbs, kinda gory, Zhongli is very possessive, Zhongli is completely feral Word count: 2223 A/N: Zhongli is definitely a terrifying yandere.
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Zhongli had always seen himself as a reasonable man. Even before he had taken on the name Zhongli. He valued respect and honour. Zhongli had always held a fondness for contracts and their power. He often preferred to negotiate rather than fighting. It was more proper after all.
It was however in moments like this, his polished appearance faltered and revealed the beast within that had slain many.
His glowed fingers loosened his tie before he elegantly slipped off his leather gloves. He placed both his tie and his gloves on the mantle on the unlit fireplace. He slowly turned to face the sinner that sat on his newly bought antique armchair. Zhongli's skin crawled at the sight of that vermin who had made himself extremely comfortable in his beloved chair.
The man whose name was Haoyu sipped on a cup of pipping hot tea. He showed no care for Zhongli's possessions and handled the cup with much carelessness.
Zhongli clenched his fists behind his back. Though a dragon was only one of his many forms, his bloodlust was still ever present. His fanged teeth clenched together as he recalled the days he had used those teeth to tear out his enemies throats. No matter what kind of form Zhongli took, his golden reptile like eyes and his long sharp fangs was something he never managed to conceal.
He walked over to the chair which was opposite of Haoyu's. His steps no different from a stalking predator. With elegance he sat down and crossed his legs. He leaned back in his chair as he picked up his own cup of tea. He inhaled the aroma and sighed him delight at the delicious smell. The tea hot and intense as it filled his throat.
"Do you have any ideas for your brother's funeral? Or any specific wishes for the ceremony?" he asked the black haired man.
Haoyu rubbed his goatee while he drummed his fingers on the armrest. "I don't have any specific wishes. I just want to have him buried as fast as possible. I am a busy man you see" his voice had the same pitch as that of an squealing pig.
"I see" Zhongli nodded. "As for payment, the director wants to know when you are able to pay" he continued with an almost bored voice.
"Soon. I just need to make sure my next business deal goes well. So maybe in a week or two. Two is more likely" the bearded man shrugged.
Zhongli's golden eyes narrowed before he chuckled. "Director Hu Tao needs the payment before Friday, meaning in three days. I have told you so many times" his smiled forced. The director of the funeral parlour was a remarkable young woman. Her youthfulness made Zhongli almost feel young again and he enjoyed her company. He acted as her counsellor and a kind of guardian. Though the guardian part was something that had happened over time.
