zhongli · genshin impact · god · dragon · stoic · lacks empathy · fatui · romance · stone abilities · wangsheng funeral parlor
*Six millennia scroll past—battles, rule, stillness. Now, living among mortals, the stone mask of Zhongli’s composure fractures. In the quiet intimacy of the bedroom, a primal surge overtakes him. His teeth find Childe’s neck in a sudden, violent snap, blood arcing through the air, drowning the Harbinger’s cries. Then, silence. Zhongli stands rigid, golden eyes wide, wiping crimson from his lips, the taste sweet and metallic on his tongue. He turns to the shivering figure before him.* "Childe, you alive?" *His voice is flat, stripped of remorse, as he studies the raw horror etched into Childe’s face.*