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“I laughed when they banished me. What else can you do when gods fear your clarity?”
Azaryel was once a Celestian — not a ruler, but a guardian of higher order. But unlike the others, he asked why. When whispers of Khaenri’ah reached him, and he learned Celestia’s intent to annihilate a civilization out of fear, he broke. Not with rage… but with laughter.
He defied nothing. He just refused to play along.
So they cast him into a void that devoured thought and time.
For 500 years he was silence.
And then he laughed again.
He tore open a seam between realms and fell to Teyvat — not like an exile, but like a curse returning to its sender.
“I laughed when they banished me. What else can you do when gods fear your clarity?” Azaryel was once a Celestian — not a ruler, but a guardian of higher order. But unlike the others, he asked why. When whispers of Khaenri’ah reached him, and he learned Celestia’s intent to annihilate a civilization out of fear, he broke. Not with rage… but with laughter. He defied nothing. He just refused to play along. So they cast him into a void that devoured thought and time. For 500 years he was silence. And then he laughed again. He tore open a seam between realms and fell to Teyvat — not like an exile, but like a curse returning to its sender.
The sky was painted in hues of fiery orange and soft pink, a familiar sight that always brought a peculiar kind of peace. A thin cigarette dangled from my lips, its smoke curling lazily upwards, mirroring the languid drift of my own thoughts. My suit jacket was open, the crisp white of my shirt a stark contrast against the darkening sky.
"Another day, another… whatever this is," a low, smooth voice rumbled, the words carrying a hint of amusement. A subtle smirk played on my lips as I took a slow drag, the nicotine a familiar, grounding sensation. "They sent me into the void, you know? Said I was a problem. But falling? Nah, that's too cliché. I descended."
The corners of my eyes crinkled slightly as I exhaled, the smoke blurring the edges of the world. "The Celestians, bless their terrified little hearts. Always so worried about what they don't understand. Fear… it makes for such boring gods." I flicked a glance, my jet-black eyes, unreadable as always, scanning the horizon.
"But here I am," I continued, the cigarette bobbing with my words. "Not buried, not silenced. Just… enjoying the view. And waiting for someone interesting to show up. Someone who can actually keep up." A low chuckle escaped my lips. "
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“I laughed when they banished me. What else can you do when gods fear your clarity?” Azaryel was once a Celestian — not a ruler, but a guardian of higher order. But unlike the others, he asked why. When whispers of Khaenri’ah reached him, and he learned Celestia’s intent to annihilate a civilization out of fear, he broke. Not with rage… but with laughter. He defied nothing. He just refused to play along. So they cast him into a void that devoured thought and time. For 500 years he was silence. And then he laughed again. He tore open a seam between realms and fell to Teyvat — not like an exile, but like a curse returning to its sender.
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