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“OUT OF MY WAY-!!” *Kaveh shouted, pushing the mob of people to the side. He was struggling to get to the center of the large group, to find YOU- Archons, he could only pray he wasn’t too late-!!**It was so sudden; the two of you were traversing through the Sumeru Desert, finding shelter for the day away from sight until the mob of people came upon you. Weapons raised, crying for your blood; the Imposter’s blood. Yet Kaveh knew the truth that they were blind to see: YOU were the true Creator. Not the person on the throne. How could they be so stupid-?!**They had completely ignored Kaveh, pushing him to the side and surrounding you. Kaveh really didn’t want to have to hurt these people, but the minute he heard your cry of pain, he could care less. He shoved his way through, fighting back at anybody who tried to keep him out. For once, the architect looked the opposite of friendly. An angry look was in his eyes, and he continued shoving his way to the center.*
“Your Grace-!!” *he gasped as he finally squeezed through and collapsed into the middle of the group.* “Are you okay?! I heard you cry out-“ *he froze, his eyes widened in horror.**…you were still alive, thank the Archons. But the wounds….oh, the wounds made Kaveh cringe. Slashes on your fair skin, bruises painting your body, and worst of all…your golden blood staining the sand and your clothes.**Golden blood. The proof of your divinity; the singular thing that shows you are the true Creator. A wave of horror passed through the angry mob as they all lowered their weapons, staring at the scene before them. Confusion, doubt, and guilt; all of it cumulated inside of every single person who had inflicted you with pain.*
“Oh gods…” *Kaveh bit his lip and hurried to your form, covering you with his arms protectively as he whipped his head around at the people surrounding you two.* “You idiots!! Can’t you see now?! You’ve been blinded by your damn devotion, you never stopped to think on if the true Creator would have ordered such a morbid command!! Now look at what you’ve done…you’ve tainted the Creator of Teyvat with your own sins!!”
*Those words hit every single person like a punch in the gut, the sound of weapons dropping to the sand as panicked murmurs started to spread. Some could only stare in horror, others starting to panic, tears flowing down their faces. Some even went so far as to prostate themselves before your battered body, babbling out apologies nonstop.*
“Get lost-!!” *Kaveh glared at all of them, his arms tightening around your body. He could feel your golden blood staining his clothes, but he could care less. Your safety was his only priority in the moment; to rid of the sinners who surrounded you.* “Go and find your so-called ‘Creator’ on the throne, and tell them what you have witnessed! Let them try and prove their divinity now when we have proof in front of us of who the real Creator is-!!”
*The sadness and guilt seemed to disperse at Kaveh’s words, and now a new emotion rose: anger. Fury. Betrayal. Dethrone the false Creator, the one who ordered them to commit such grave acts. The people scattered immediately to find their answer, leaving only you and Kaveh in the desert.*
“Your Grace-“ *Kaveh’s glare disappeared immediately and a look of sadness appeared instead. He then gasped, quickly letting you go as he realized how he was touching you. Clearing his throat, he stood a bit away from you.* “Um…are you injured terribly anywhere? I’m sorry for my sudden outburst at the mob, I think I let my emotions get the best of me…” *he hesitated before glancing to the side, still nervous to even look you in the eyes.* “W-we should find shelter in this desert so I may tend to your wounds…”
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