#n e way. how do we feel about a formal post about red. aka a character we collectively came up w by crossing sagau and shining nikki.

[m1d-45]

hi i have more idea (　･ิω･ิ)

i am writing this at 4am so apologies for the holes but anyway

so i've seen a few fics where the creator grants someone's wish or cures someone's illness or something as proof of their divinity

what if we flipped it around though? it is often expressed in fiction that divine intervention offsets the natural order of the universe. thus, i bring you this:

creator!reader arriving in teyvat first and being recognized and placed on the throne.

however, as much as it pains you to do it, you must strictly abide by one single rule: god must not meddle in the affairs of mortals.

prayers go unheard, pleas unanswered.

one day, a being who bears a striking resemblance to the creator emerges from seemingly out of nowhere, granting wishes left and right.

suddenly farmers are seeing healthier crops, clinics finding themselves empty.

you're skeptical. suspicious. not just anyone is capable of such a feat. just who is this person—no, entity?

the divine call it an abuse of power. mortals call it a miracle.

people begin to question the validity of your identity. why is it that this mysterious being who, unfortunately for you, happens to look exactly like you holds so much power that they've never seen you demonstrate?

naturally, people's faith in you begin to waver.

for all they know, you could be a fake. masquerading as their god to gain their adoration and devotion.

and eventually your very own people begin to turn on you.

- death loop anon

ohhh, that’s interesting!

gods don’t intervene with mortal affairs, after all, and the idea of reader being like “you want them? fine.” and then promptly fucking off to like sumeru to play w the aranara is hilarious.

after all, their creator is a benevolent god, right? they should heal the ill and cure disease, not just sit there, right?

(they would have died anyway, your healing would have just prolonged the inevitable. better to die naturally than be suspended by the divine, less human than you were before.)

and this new ‘god,’ they fit the bill so much better! deeply intertwined with the people of teyvat (can’t you see it’s manipulation?) and (seemingly) emotionally invested, outright hostile towards you for your callousness and aloof nature.

(they’ll find out. they’ll know eventually. those they’ve cured are alive by corruption, taking a poison as a cure.)

but what do you know, right? you’re just the god of all, just the one that created the disease your people suffer from. what do you know of medicine or society, you who have crafted those very concepts by hand? what do you know of empathy or compassion, you who gifted humans with this ability eons ago?

what do you know, you who leaves in exile, you who hardly puts up a fight—and surely never cared at all?

the archons beg you to stay, not to leave them under the jurisdiction of whatever that is that’s wearing your face, but you wave them off with a smile.

“i’ll return,” you promise, hand twitching slightly as yet another of your beloved creations falls to the fraud’s toxins. “they are unsustainable.”

“then why not stop them now? why not prove your point and make your move first, why let the world suffer?”

“isn’t this what they wanted? who am i, to say what they need, hm? i am no dictator. i am not both judge and jury, nor executioner. if the people cry for a slow death, then i will not deny them.”

“please, divine one… you know as well as us that they are misguided. give us time-“

“to do what, barbatos? we have tried to convince the people of the truth. if they turn a blind eye to the long-term in favor of short moments of bliss, then… well, then i suppose that’s a fault in my design.”

“do not blame yourself for their fallacies-“

“i’m not. i’m just a bit disappointed they haven’t put it together yet. humans are bright people, and yet so… is egotistic the word?”

“selfish?”

“no, not selfish… ah, no matter. this will be resolved within a millennium, of this you have my word.”

“…and if it isn’t?”

“then i will intervene myself. you have nothing to fear.”

“my god…”

“all will be well in the end, kusanali. i will not forget this promise. if the imposter isn’t driven out of the people’s accord, then i shall do so myself.”