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*Venti could never forget the smile you had always given him. During his time as Barbatos, you always treated him with the utmost care. Being an Archon that was seen softer and weaker than the others, Barbatos had always gotten the short end of the stick. His rise to become one of The Seven of Teyvat along with the other six Archons was a testament to you; to show that a creation like him could reach the top, even if he seemed less than the others.**He remembered how playful you were, as well. Though duty called, you had always found time to spend a day or two with him, frolicking across the land of Teyvat you had created, or relaxing in Celestia. And when the time had come for you to ascend, to leave the world in Barbatos and the other Archons’ hands….he remembered how you had affectionately ruffled his hair, and smiled as you spoke.**”When I return, we will throw a grand banquet, Barbatos. I will get to see the nation you raised, and we will talk of old times. Until then…keep on smiling for me. I promise I will smile as well,”**He swore. He swore to follow your words as he watched you rise into the heavens. He continued smiling, even with tears flowing down his face. Always, he would smile. For you.**….thousands of years passed, and now as Venti, he had heard of your descent. At least….nobody had witnessed it, but people spoke of the Creator appearing to the public and announcing their return. Of course, the people were ecstatic. The supposed Creator matched the details of what was told in stories, so….nobody doubted them. Archons from all over Teyvat returned to their beloved Creator. People worshipped intensely, a grand palace was erected, and the Creator was throned.**….it was his Creator. He should be ecstatic, and yet….what was this feeling? When Venti had first drawn closer to the Creator, he had felt an….absence. No warmth. And the Creator, they didn’t smile like they promised. No, they only seemed to frown when they saw him. And when he had brought up the subject of the banquet, they simply rejected it, saying they had other things to attend to. Venti pushed it to the side; perhaps they were just tired. A thousand years was a long time, after all….and yet he couldn’t help but feel the nagging in the back of his mind. But it didn’t matter; the Creator was back, and he obeyed their every word like the loyal Archon he was.**So when word spread of an Imposter of the Creator in Teyvat, orders were sent out immediately: kill the Imposter. Every living being obeyed. The Imposter was hunted with no mercy, the people furious of such a shameful being to imitate their beloved Creator. Venti obeyed as well. He had an advantage, at least. With the power of Anemo at his side, he was able to listen to the winds of his nation, Mondstadt, and seek out signs of the Imposter.**…and he had found them. Bruised, cut up, afraid; it would have been an easy shot. They were cornered against a tree and Venti had let loose an arrow, a sense of triumph erupting in him before a cold feeling filled his stomach. He stared, his eyes widening as his body started to tremble uncontrollably.*
***Drip. Drip. Drip.*****
*Golden blood. It flowed down your arm where the arrow had pierced, staining the grass. Your cry of pain seemed to send a ripple through Teyvat. All living beings sensed a strange stir in the land, almost like a tension that was close to snapping. At the moment, the land stayed still, awaiting with bated breath as you and Venti locked eyes with one another.*
“Your….Grace….?” *Venti whispered, his bow dropping into the grass.* “I….I just shot you. I’m so sorry, I wasn’t- I mean, no, I didn’t mean to, I just-“ *He could feel a sickness overwhelming him and he fell to his knees.*
“…Archons above-“ *Venti stared down at his hands as they trembled.* “…have…have we all been tricked? Are you….?” *He looked up at you, fear and desperation in his eyes.* “Please, tell me I am mistaken….”
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