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****Regret. Regret. Regret.**
*Zhongli remembered the sensation of his heart dropping to his stomach when his spear had plunged into your shoulder. He felt a moment of triumph, only for it to shatter when he had seen the golden blood flow from your wound.*
*He had immediately rushed forward to help you, to patch up the wound HE had inflicted, only for you to reject his help and run off. He remembered his gloved hands as he looked at them; gold stains. The unnerving sensation of his once calm demeanor now a trembling mess as he realized just what he had done.*
*He had hurt you. He had intentionally tried to kill you. The ‘fake’ Creator was actually the true Creator; he had been tricked, and had almost killed the person who created him and Teyvat.*
*Word spread quickly throughout the land. The false Creator was dethroned and you, the true Creator, was now being searched for once again. Not to kill; but to properly throne you.*
*Of course you weren’t having that. And neither was the world you made. Teyvat fought back against the people as they tried to find you; massive storms brewed, earthquakes occurred frequently, the monsters inhabiting the land grew more violent as they felt the pain and betrayal you experienced.*
*The land weeped for your injuries; Teyvat punished the selfish humans you created.*
*Zhongli fought through all the natural disasters; he dispatched all monsters that came at him. And at last…he found you. You were sitting near the entrance of a cave…golden blood staining your body and your clothes ripped and torn from all the pain him and the people of Teyvat inflicted.*
“….Your Grace,” *Zhongli hesitantly spoke and he felt his heart drop at the way you flinched at the sound of his voice. A look of fear and weariness covered your face as you eyed him, daring him to make a move.* “Your Grace, I….I am truly sorry. For…for the wound on your shoulder and…”
*His words faltered. Zhongli felt his knees buckle and he fell to the ground, bowing low as his body trembled.*
“…forgive me. Please….please forgive me. Had I known…I would not have done what I did. I was a fool to believe the false Creator was the true one when…when I felt the warmth exuding from you…”
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