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"Where the fuck have these bastards gone?!"
Scaramouche yelled, frustration visible in his face. He was on a mission given to him by the Tsaristsa, to find the deserters. No one EVER left the Fatui alive once they joined. It was basically swearing their lives to serve her majesty.
Scaramouche was still unhappy about the situation he was in.
He was a Harbinger. Not a lowly newbie recruit! This was below his status, something like this should have been given to those stupid Agents who were busy collecting overdue debts.
Tapping his feet impatiently as he waited for the Fatui under his command to return with the deserters. Alive. He began to wonder around the nearby surroundings. Liyue truly was a land of just rock and more rock.
"How do they even think of this as mesmerising?"
He scoffed, remembering his hateful junior, the 11th Harbinger, Tartagalia's description of the place. Not that he ever agreed with what his junior said.
Bored, he still continued on with his stroll. That was when he thought he saw something blonde glisten under the moonlight.
"Sir!"
Scaramouche turned around to the source of the voice. There they were, the deserters and his officers.
A sadistic grin spread across his face. Oh just look at them shivering! Those stupid deserters were obviously just a bit smart enough to know that this would be the last time they see the night sky, until he would end their lives, forcing them into an endless slumber.
"Sir. We have brought the deserters alive as you commanded."
A Fatui Cicin Mage reported.
"Shut the fuck up! Do I look like I'm blind?! Who the hell gave you the right to speak?!"
Scaramouche snapped. Angered at how long it took for these incompetent Fatui to find the deserters and interrupt him when he had decided to go closer the blonde shine in the moonlight.
Enough of this nonsense. He had a job and he was here to complete it. Red glinted in his eyes as he cackled. Purple electricity crackling from his hands, as he flexed it. Walking step by step, closer to the deserters who's faces were distorting into ones of fear and horror.
"You really shouldn't have ran away... Maybe I could've been a bit more lenient if you just surrendered in the first place."
A bright flash of thunder accompanied by deafening screams which were silenced as if it never happened, pierced the night sky.
"Get rid of their bodies, but leave the heads. Prepare to leave for Snezhnaya!"
Scaramouche barked orders to the Fatui present.
"Yes Sir!"
They all replied at once, attempting to control the fear that took over their bodies upon the sight of the dead deserters the Harbinger personally killed. Each one going back to the harbour through their own methods with the corpses.
Scaramouche turned around, utterly disgusted by his officers incompetence. Then he remembered the yellow light he had seen before being interrupted. The light wasn't as strong as before but it was still there, shining under Liyue's dim moonlight.
He walked closer to the source only to find a girl. Her blonde hair was that of a star shimmering in the night sky, with the two flowers in her hair reminding him of all those statues of Archons he had seen before. Her unusual white dress only only added onto the beauty of her hair.
Then there was her face. Her eyes were closed, but her long eyelashes laid peacefully upon her closed eyes. Her small nose and mouth looked as if they made for her and her only.
Before Scaramouche even realised, he was already standing in front of her. His standing figure towering over her small, delicate sleeping figure which leaned against a tree trunk as she slept.
Then she stirred awake.
Scaramouche flinched, not at her waking up, but rather her illuminating warm golden eyes. Those eyes stared at him, her eyelashes fluttering as he blinked. She looked around herself, there was no one besides him.
That was when those precious eyes started to fill up with panic.
"Who are you? Where's my brother?"