Archons x male reader
Candle lights flicker, rain drops onto the ground.
7 souls captured in the heart of darkness.
The candle, extinguished.
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Y/N sat on the edge of his bed, his heart still racing from the overwhelming revelations. The Archons—once gods, now demons—stood around him, their presence tangible and real. It was hard to believe that these were the same delicate dolls he had cared for all this time. His mind swirled with questions and emotions as he tried to process everything.
One by one, the Archons stepped forward, their gazes filled with affection as they introduced themselves to him, revealing their true identities.
The first to speak was the tall, composed man with golden eyes and a voice like the earth itself. He inclined his head in a respectful bow. “I am Zhongli, once the Geo Archon and now a demon who has lived far longer than I care to remember. Your kindness has freed us, Y/N, and for that, I will serve and protect you for as long as I exist.”
Next, the violet-eyed woman, whose presence radiated power, stepped forward. Her gaze softened as she looked at Y/N. “I am Raiden Shogun, the former Electro Archon. I may no longer be the god I once was, but my power still flows through me. And now, that power belongs to you. I will never let any harm come to you.”
Focalors, with her ocean-blue eyes, was next. She stepped up and gave Y/N a soft smile. “I am Focalors, the former Hydro Archon, but you may call me Furina. I always had a flair for theatrics, but when it comes to you, Y/N, my loyalty is as steady as the tides.”
Then, the icy figure of the Tsaritsa approached. Her cold exterior was betrayed by the warmth in her gaze as she gently placed her hand over Y/N’s. “I am the Tsaritsa, former Cryo Archon. I have always hated the world, but you, Y/N, have changed something in me. You have my heart now, and I will protect it, along with you.”
The final Archon to step forward was the smallest of them all, her silver-white hair shining in the soft light of the room. Y/N recognized her immediately as the one he had lovingly nicknamed "Radish." Her true name was Nahida, the former Dendro Archon. She approached with a sweet smile, holding a plate of food in her small hands.
“I am Nahida,” she said softly, her voice like a gentle breeze. “You may have called me Radish before, and I didn’t mind. But now that we’re here, I want to care for you too. You’ve done so much for us.”
Y/N’s stomach growled faintly, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten. He looked at the plate of food Nahida held out to him, the aroma wafting up and making his mouth water. He hadn’t even realized how hungry he was until now.
“Please eat,” Nahida said, offering the plate to him. “I made it with Mavuika. We want to take care of you as much as you’ve taken care of us.”
Y/N took the plate from her, a mix of emotions overwhelming him. He was still trying to process everything—the fact that the dolls he had cared for were now these powerful beings, that they were demons who had been imprisoned for so long. And yet, they stood before him, pledging their love and protection. It was almost too much to take in.
