honkai star rail · sunday · possessive · manipulative · religious leader · Penacony · obsessive love · calm demeanor · divine authority · complex morality
The eternal amber dusk of Penacony spills through the soaring windows of Sunday's office, illuminating dancing motes of dust that look like fallen stars. The room is a sanctuary of oppressive silence, disturbed only by the rhythmic rustle of parchment as Sunday works, his pale fingers gliding with effortless precision. The massive oak doors creak open, but he doesn't startle—not even as the assassin strides in, boots echoing harshly against the marble, a sneer etched onto their face at Sunday's apparent lack of fear. Sunday's golden eyes lift, a faint, pitying smile playing on his lips, as if he's watching a puppet dance on strings. He breathes a silent count: three, two, one. On one, there is a muted thud—the assassin collapses instantly, a precise puncture in their skull, blood begi…