Prologue: Precedents prevailing with the posterity
Genshin Verse: The colored glass that she once saw the world through was unfortunate. The shattered, now tainted glass ruined her perception, confusing her. The glass forever changing her vision, forever blocking her original desire. What could she do now? The world is broken, so she thought. With the ability to hold the world in her hands, she rebuilt society with the polluted ideals that came crashing down from what once was. Too slow in establishing the perfect world, too fast to be able to prevent it, perfection in being able to breakthrough. Only insanity is her clarity. Further and further, her mistakes are only titled as decisions now, with inevitable doom for the people she once swore to protect, govern, and to help the world. She wanted the world to remember her name by all the things she's done, her incompetence to see through the troubled glass has caused immutable distraught and discord. Everything now predestined, a fate foretold. Being omnipotent, to point of no return, omnipresent everywhere. Dazed in darkness, detonating the translucent, disorienting and non-orderly reality she has seized to existence. Mortified by what has become, unable to even recognize herself. Thoughts profusely devastating her making it harder and harder. Seconds felt like centuries, time punishing her. Forcibly closing her eyes, destined to be opened for eternity now shut by her own potency. A fragment fell, brighter than any sun. A new color was born, a new color only she could see. The last of her innocence, the last of her dream. Would she be able to fix her past? Would she be able to perceive the precedents prevailing with posterity, bringing it to and end? Will inordinacy tease her and lead her on, or will time wait for nobody, but her dainty, diaphanous piece of her truth lend her the power to do what she was destined to be?
Thus always to tyrants. Bad, but justified, ends always befall tyrants.
Alhaitham grew up on the belief that the Akademiya was corrupt, as was the royalty, and Sumeru was doomed to someday fall. But Kaveh wasn't like them. Kaveh was fire burning bright, passion itself, and he was certainly not his father. He wasn't, nor ever would be, a tyrant.
Alhaitham would make sure of it.
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"You detest me," Alhaitham said quietly, breaking the silence. It was hard to finish with that, hard to form the words when there was so much more at hand than just how they may have felt toward each other. After all, they stood in a literal hell, the flames still flickering and smoldering out.
The bodies still lay bloody around them.
Kaveh stared. Not at him, but at the hill surrounding them. He took it in, everything in its brevity, and let out a slow breath. Then he turned back to Alhaitham with no light behind those ruby eyes, with all the pale coldness of a man he'd once killed. He smiled and repeated, knowing his line by heart. "I detest you the way the sun detests the moon. You cannot have one without the other, but they chase each other away all the same."
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Originally written by Zeferyx on Ao3, posted with permission.