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starter for @bitbrumal's Tsaritsa! || thanks so much for liking my starter call! (o´▽`o)ノ please enjoy this unhinged, battle-hungry maniac aslfkjdfkd I am so sorry for everything about him
Another mission complete meant another opponent defeated. Another inferior life taken: that of a feral beast, this time, but no less formidable for its lack of humanity. Could the same be said for the Abyss-tainted Harbinger himself? Smears of vivid crimson formed a trail to where Childe knelt before the Tsaritsa's throne. The same color stained his clothes, though most of it was not his own.
"The drake that's been hindering our supply lines in the North has been slain, Your Majesty," he reported with audible glee. Reaching into his coat, he withdrew one of the dragon's talons as proof of his orders fulfilled. Dried blood caked the wicked curve, the shape of it a perfect match for the tear in his coat and the puncture gouged deep into his left shoulder. Hot rivulets leaked down his arm beneath thick layers as he held out the talon as if it were an offering, but Childe showed no sign of pain. "Our agents will no longer have difficulty transporting their cargo."
The fist of his free hand rested over his heart: pious and loyal. However, the clenched fingers that formed it trembled with the thrum of the void in his veins. Restless. Howling for another fight.
More blood, more fighting, more death, let me k i l l—
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When he dared lift his gaze to the Archon, that insatiable fire smoldered in the slates of his eyes. "Have you something else for me to kill, Your Majesty? I am your weapon to command."
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