#everytime i write impostor i think of among us im sorry

[miomines]

left to dust

hey,,, so i heard that u guys like genshin ocs,,, and also sagau,,, u mind if i uuh join u,,

here's some villain/impostor au,,, enjoy,,

Several decades ago, the young lord Mingyu had given up his belief in the archons. Prayers remain unanswered even with his multiple attempts. Celestia was something no average person could ever achieve. He had no one to rely on but himself.

Tao showed up in a blaze of fire and chaos, burning his prison to the ground and taking refuge in Mingyu's body. After nineteen years of unanswered prayers, a demon is what comes to his rescue instead. He would never be alone now and the comforting warmth of Tao will always be with him.

He was no longer just Mingyu. His spirit and the demonic spirit of Tao had merged. They were one in the same and yet different. He was still Mingyu. They were still Tao. However they were much more now that they were together.

He had never mourned over the fact that he was never chosen to be a vessel for the Creator despite his vision. The Creator simply existed in his peripheral vision, never to be looked at directly. He had prayed to higher beings for years, hoping for the comforting warmth of a deity casting their gaze on him. Instead he was left to rot, to get saved by the blazing hot fire that was Tao.

It's been several decades since the burning of his family home, a crime that remains a mystery to this day. Several decades he has been alive and yet he still looks as young as he did the day the manor went ablaze.

Mingyu did not worship anyone. His belief was meant for himself and Tao. While others hoped for the warmth of the Creator, Mingyu focused on his work. He refused to put his belief in a deity that will just ignore him, just like all the others.

He had never encountered the Creator and didn't plan on going out of his way to. Occasionally he would accept a request to eliminate a target only to find that the camp was already decimated and the lingering feeling of the Creator. For a long time he kept his distance from the three nations that the Creator was rumored to be, only returning when they seemed to have disappeared.

He settled down back in Liyue, finishing jobs quickly and avoiding the gaze of the Yaksha as well as a certain exorcist. Mingyu kept to the shadows, never lingering in one place too long before he left. Liyue, despite being his home, was not a place familiar to him. 

Without a further thought he was on the path to his childhood home, a place he lovingly dubbed his prison. The land was cold and the air was still. The entire place reeked of misfortune and bad luck. Strewn across the field was debris from destruction long ago, the crumbles of a manor that once stood there proud.

A monument was structured near the front and from what he remembered, there were four graves behind the remains of the manor. Of course, only three had actual bodies buried. His own grave is the only one that has ever been visited, despite not actually being dead.

(His family never deserved those graves. Withholding food, carving ruins into his skin, locking him in the basement if he even breathes a certain way. They could've rotten underneath the debris. That's what they deserved.)

Nature had already started reclaiming the space, growing over the mountains of ruins. Mingyu encouraged it. His family legacy would die here and he would go his own separate way. As he stepped around the ruins of his old prison, he made his way to the back of the manor.

On his grave there was a letter taped to it, 'Tao' scrawled carelessly across the front. A part of him growled in annoyance as he took the letter without care and opened it. Inside were two simple sentences, ones that made him scoff.

'Kill the one who impersonates our Creator. Your payment will be sent once the impostor is dead.'

Annoyed, he crumpled the letter and threw it aside. A stupid request, and even if he wanted to there were no details on where this so called impostor was. Mingyu knew a lot, but he is not someone who knows everything.

An impostor. He scoffed. That's not a crime worth death. That's not a target he would go after. Whoever sent that request is delusional and he won't play into it.

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 When he arrives in Mondstadt, the city is in chaos. It's strange and his mind flickers back to the request taped to his unused grave. Surely that's not the reason? Weary and confused he makes his way deeper into the city, keeping to the shadows and staying out of sight.

As he gets closer to Angel's Share, he starts to figure out more. The situation almost makes him laugh. He stays just out of sight, close enough to listen in.

The words 'impostor' and 'Dragonspine' stick out to him and he makes his way out of the city silently. He doesn't plan on killing this 'impostor'. The city of freedom is in chaos and he wants to see the cause of it. The request he had gotten also just makes him curious.

Mingyu remains out of sight, his approach silent and determined. Once again he's thankful for Tao. If he was still a regular human, he could not travel these distances. His dear demon friend makes things so much easier.

Dragonspine is as cold as ever, not that it's surprising. A good place to hide from angry devotees. It's only by chance does he take notice of a shine out of the corner of his eye, confusion filling him as he steps closer.

Liquid gold?

The blood of the Creator, whispers Tao.

Mingyu stares at the snowbank in an incredulous manner. He almost wants to laugh. The impostor he was hired to kill was actually the Creator? The cause of chaos was the Creator themselves? 

He shakes himself out of his stupor and lets Tao follow the trail of golden ichor. Amusing, so amusing. He can't help but feel pity for the poor Creator. His gaze trails up, focusing on the site of a slumped body against the mountain.

Poor thing.

Without a second of hesitation, he draws near them and scoops them up (thank you Tao for the inhuman strength). He ducks into some ruins without a second thought. The ruins will keep the biting wind at bay.. Carefully he sets the Creator down, letting instinct take over as he gathers materials from his pack to make a fire.

Mingyu glances back to the Creator, sympathy tugging at his heart. He's not a healer, most of his potions are poisons but there's no way he's going to let them bleed out here. The poor thing isn't even dressed appropriately for Dragonspine weather..

The fire sparks and grows. Tao, in his chest, purrs at the warmth. He shrugs off his cloak laying it on the ground before he carefully moves them onto the fabric. He digs through his pack to find some bandages and gauze that gets immediately thrown to the side.

A single healing salve is all he has but at least it's something. He turns back to the Creator (still out like a light) and carefully smears the salve against their wounds, bandaging them up gently. In the back of his mind, he's incredulous. He's bandaging up a deity. The most important deity at that.

He leans back and sighs after each wound is covered. It'll do for now. Mingyu carefully wraps the cloak around their shoulders, propping them against himself to get them closer to the fire without fear of burning.

The Creator shivers and curls closer to the warmth but still doesn't awaken. All Mingyu can do is sigh and get comfortable. This is the strangest situation he's been in and he grew up in a cult worshipping Osial. He's quite literally possessed by a demon, and yet this situation is at the top of the list.

He slumps back against the ruin walls, dropping his gaze to the sleeping deity.

Tao, what the fuck have we gotten ourselves into?