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Soooo quick question for ya, how do you think Satan would feel with an MC who's really into astronomy (the sciencey stuff, not spiritual) books? They have a whole collection of books that are about the history of the stars, constellations and other deep space stuff, and they try to get as much astronomy related info and things as they can get.
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Hiii 🦢 !!!
Okay going with the more scientific side of astronomy I’d say Satan gets really, reallyyy excited about it!! and ofc he has some very, very, old books you don’t-
astronomy is one of the oldest natural sciences after all + a few other books about the history behind stars ‘n deep space books he bought a long time ago when he was more into the subject himself yk- and because Satan seems to have books about almost everything jsksjks
then like I said Satan gets soooo excited to share them with you and give you even more recommendations of his favorite books from the library!!!- AND because the human world sky/stars are different from the Devildom sky/stars- Satan has books on both!!! So there’s even more for Satan to share ‘n for you to read / collect XD
But if Satan somehow doesn’t have books about it, or more likely doesn’t have the same books you do- (because, again, different sky/stars) he’ll ask to borrow yours or what books you’d recommend while looking into it more himself so that you can still talk about astronomy, stars ‘n space together!
He’ll take you shopping for books specifically on the subject too! any reason to buy more books is a good reason!!- ‘n Satan gets to spend more time with you!
Satan would totally buy you little astrology related gifts too! like whenever he wants to give you something special or just spoil you a little! he wants to make sure it’ll be something you like!!!
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Where Am I?!!
A yandere genshin sagau so if your not interested you can skip
This is based off of my “Knowing Au” which in short means the reader has read fics before so knows what could go down in the genshin world and if they end up in a gruesome au. Which they did
Tw: Angst, more angst, crying, mentions of attempted murder, trauma, guilt, me ripping your heart out with even more angst. I cried on the inside while writing this.
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It was cold in the grand church, one where the former “god” had taken residence in.
It was cold outside, where the warm sun used to bathe the brightly colored world.
It was cold, where warm blood would pump and circulate through the body of the broken god.
It was cold where their heart should be. Where they should feel any kind of warmth. Not even out of love, but out of life. Out of living. It was cold.
But nothing could surpass the frozen silence and time when their rightful god, sat upon the impostor's throne gazed upon them. The unfaithful acolytes. Could it be considered gazing at them? Their eyes seem too...cold, empty, and gone.
“Your-your grace we didn’t mean-”
A swift hand from their grace silenced the bowing, sniveling bard.
“How many did you kill?..How many did you senselessly murder?”
Their gentle voice asked. Just light of a whisper, but heard by everyone in the room as they were attentive for their creators voice. Anything that wasn’t a shrill, glass shattering scream was what they all wanted.
“How. Many.”
They demanded this time when the acolytes hesitated at the question. The voice losing it’s once gentle touch, but no louder.
Yae Miko, one who was at their side from the beginning, wordlessly handed a book to her creator. She knew that they were in a fragile state, and she didn’t have the heart in her to say the number.
“Thank you.”
The creator quietly let out. Even in such a devastated state they were still kind and polite to their creations. To those that deserved it.
The flipping of pages echoed through the walls and as each second ticked by, the more the hearts of those in the building, dropped. The more they started to cry, and the more it turned into quiet weeping as page, after page, after page, after page was slowly turned.
“We’re so sorry..”
“Please forgive us your grace.”
“We’ll take any punishment you see fit!”
The archons cried out in desperation. Anything for their god to look at them with love again.
But amidst their weeping and their pleas, they couldn’t see that their god was also crying. Crying over how many were slaughtered and what they lost.
“Why? Why did you kill so many just because they looked like me?! Some of these are even kids! Children!”
The broken sound of their god made them raise their heads from the floor to see their god weeping, which caused their hearts to shatter even further, if that was possible.
It was their fault that their god couldn’t look at them. It was their fault they could be near them. It was their fault they couldn’t stand them. Yet they asked for forgiveness anyways cause they couldn’t fathom doing anything else.
“They were impostors your grace!”
Venti blurted out.
“You being here confirms that they weren’t the real all creator!!”
Zhongli tried to reaason.
“HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?!!!”
Their god shot up from their seat as everyone looked at them in surprise at the sudden increase of volume.
While yes, they had screamed as they were tortured by their acolytes and when they were about to be executed. They had always tried to be quiet, to be gentle, to be nice, to be forgiving. But this scream, this shriek held all the anger that they had yet shown.
“DID NONE OF YOU MORONS EVEN CONSIDER THAT IT COULD’VE BEEN REINCARNATION?! THAT MAYBE THERE WERE SO MANY IMPOSTORS BECAUSE YOU KEPT SLAUGHTERING ME?!!! THAT IT WAS TEYVAT ITSELF FORCING ME TO COME TO YOU?!!! TRYING TO TELL YOU THAT YOU WERE KILLING YOUR OWN GOD?!!!”
The full choir of cries and wails now filled the nation as not only the acolytes, but the followers as well heard their god’s rage, their sorrow, their grief as they were right. They had never taken that into consideration.
The new idea of killing their god over and over even as they took on an early stage of life made them feel even worse. The sin of harming or even killing their own god was what they considered as the worst transgression they could commit, until their god said that. The act of killing their god repeatedly was so much worse.
“We’re sorry we’re sorry, we’re so sorry!!”
“SORRY FOR WHAT?? FOR HURTING ME? OR THAT YOU FELL FROM MY SO CALLED GOOD GRACES? OR IS IT BECAUSE YOUR’RE FACING THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR STUPID ACTIONS??!!!”
The room was filled with cries that were desperately trying to be suppressed. Sniffles and hiccups littered the room, but none were as attention grabbing as the ones coming from their god, who collapsed into the chair exhausted from finally letting their bleeding-heart speak.
“Your gra-...Y/n..”
Yae corrected as she rested a gentle hand on their shoulder. While formality was strict when it came to her god, she knew they hated that name for what it brought them. She also used their name because that was the only thing that could get their attention in their state. Their true name being said was such a rarity, Yae saw the light in their eyes come back when she said their name. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for her. Enough for both of them.
“-We can go back to the shrine, or even Snezhnaya if this is too much now.”
Yae waited for their tears to calm down for their answer, but her god asked her a question so meekly she didn’t hear it.
“Where am I?”
“Yo-Y/n?..What do you mean by that?”
She cradled their face in her hands as she stepped in front of them, blocking their view from the acolytes. She was concerned about why they would ask that. They’d sustained so many injuries it was possible that it could be a side effect or something that they missed.
“Where am I?”
They repeated a little louder. As fat, warm tears rolled down their cheeks and onto Yae’s hands that tried to wipe them away.
“-This isn’t the Teyvat that I fell in love with. These aren’t the people I fell in love with.”
They uncontrollably started crying as they curled in on themselves. Their voice growing until even the acolytes on the floor could here them,.
“My Teyvat would never do this. They would never slaughter kids and they would never hunt down someone for such a simple thing.”
Yae’s, and the recently appeared Tsaritsa’s heart broke as their god coninued on.
“This isn’t the Mondstadt I fell in, this isn’t the Izuma I fell in love with. There’s nothing here I loved before.”
“Surely you don’t mean-”
The Tsaritsa tried to cut in.
“I loved the people who would smile, I loved the people who would protect others and those who wished the best for others. Those who followed their ideals and dreams without influence, and those who were kind. But I’ve seen none of it here in this world. This world is cruel and unforgiving. It murders any that resembles me and has no qualms committing atrocities even against the innocent and young. It’s just a husk of what I love rotting from the inside desperately pretending it’s still alive.”
They choked out one more thing that even broke the ones who were in their god’s favor.
“This isn’t the world I loved.”
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@chocoenvy
This was the first time making anything really angsty so I’m sorry if it wasn’t as sad as the Tw warnings said it would be.
Reblog, but don’t repost or copy guys. :D
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