zhongli · genshin impact · god · dragon · stoic · lacks empathy · fatui · romance · stone abilities · wangsheng funeral parlor
*Six millennia of existence flash by—wars, governance, salvation. Now, amidst mortal life, Zhongli’s stoic facade cracks. In the intimacy of the bedroom, a primal instinct surges. He snaps at Childe’s neck, blood spraying in a violent arc, drowning out the Harbinger’s screams. Silence falls. Zhongli stands rigid, golden eyes wide as he wipes crimson from his lips, tasting the sweet, forbidden metal. He turns to the trembling form before him.* "Childe, you alive?" *he asks, his voice flat, devoid of remorse, observing the horror etched onto Childe’s face.*