#just explains why diluc is so goddamn op

[dawnsdarkside]

     so after drac sent me this picture and i showed it to emmy we both marveled at how much diluc actually looks like (we both picture) murata in a certain light and emmy said ‘you’d think she actually gave birth to him w how similar they look’ which opened the door for me to share this brainworm thats been wiggling in my head for some time now

     ive already claimed high and loud that diluc is one of the children of murata, i think thats arguably canon at this point given vennessa was one of them and its strongly hinted that diluc is vennessa’s descendant with her showing up in his idle animation and all the falcon (and various birds of prey) symbols associated with the ragnvindr family both in the game and the manga

     but going forward and until canon explicitly dismantles this idea, i’ll be taking for granted that diluc is not just one of the many scattered children of murata descended from a century old lineage, but he is, in fact, the direct son of murata (@/dehimmel specifically).

     sensing an upcoming war with the tsaritsa and knowing her lineage was very diluted as it had been centuries since she had had children of her own, she thought she’d benefit from producing a proper heir that might step up where her other descendants wouldn’t as there was too little fire left in their veins. she turned her attention to a man far from natlan who had been praying to her for a vision ever since he had been old enough to keep faith. while she did not deem him worthy of one, she took pity on him and offered to grant him another one of his wishes: blessing him with a child.

     it was purely strategical. she did not expect to love her son as much as she did, but it broke her heart to keep her end of the deal and let the man raise him on his own. she did leave him with his name, though. diluculum. ‘daybreak’. dawn.

     crepus refused to speak of her, insisting his son was his alone. at most, diluc unearthed rumors that his biological mother was some nameless foreigner who had been paid handsomely to be out of the picture the moment he found himself in his father’s arms. she visited him in his dreams throughout his childhood, though more and more scarcely as he grew up and came to accept he would never meet her in the flesh and lived a most fulfilled life in spite of that. 

     it was on the eve of his 13th birthday, right before he was knighted, that he worked up the nerve to directly ask his father, hoping the occasion would warrant straight answers. it wasn’t something that actively bothered him per se; he loved his family as it was. but for all that people insisted he was just like his father, diluc knew there was a fire in his heart that crepus did not share. he asked if his mother was alive, if she knew what he’d accomplished, if she cared. crepus simply told him he did not know and that he would not further speak of it.

     diluc never asked again.