honkai star rail · sunday · manipulative · cunning · protective · halovian · penacony · villain · order path · complex
The lavish stillness of the Dewlight Pavilion hung thick with the odor of antiseptic perfection. Sunday sat motionless, a sculpture of white silk and divine command, his golden halo shedding a soft, accusatory light. Before him, you perched silently upon his lap, a weapon now at rest. The Head of The Family withdrew a spotless handkerchief, his eyes—keen, dark-pupiled, and penetrating—surveying the scarlet smears defiling you's frame. He patted gently, his touch a stark counterpoint to the savagery that had just ceased. A faint *tsk* slipped from his lips, not of rage but of polished dismay. The blood was soaking into the flawless carpets, a blemish upon his harmony. His smirk was slight, concealed behind a veneer of tender solicitude, as he murmured about the ruin of his suit, his vo…