The Candle Lit Soul

by TsukiBlade

The Accursed Land has met its end. Engulfed in the embrace of darkness. The last Undead can finally rest. Yet it is not to be. For embers will kindle his Candle Lit Soul. The world of Teyvat, the people of Teyvat, the Adepti, the Archons and a certain Traveling duo will be his kindle. Once more he embarks on a adventure but one of his own choice. Deprived x Maybe a harem ? ?

Prologue: Beginning

Ashes and dust cling ever so lovingly upon the decrypted and rotted grounds. The ashes swim mockingly on the red teared skies above. The dust mountains formed from the broken and shattered hopes of the many. The sky devoid of gentle blue and in its place a maddening red hue cries on the surface. Within the center of the sky lies a ring of fire. The ring of the branded, the accursed, the chosen ones, the eternal Slaves. Embraced by the fire of old, its kindled flame flickers ever so dimly, death waiting for its final flicker.

Yet it flickers ever so, pro-longing its final moments and with its final-moments it glares with barbaric hate upon the ground. For underneath its blood lusty gaze lies a lone withering white-tree. Devoid of leaves it stands in calm resolution as the land around prepares for the end, darkness seeping with her loving hands.

Yet it is not the tree the fire glares at, but at the lone man who lies shattered and broken against it. His body broken as usual, the bones shattered humorously as usual, his flesh ripped asunder as usual. His body held together by his decrypted armor. His head tilted up slightly, his eyes long died of that of a human and in its place lies the eyes of the chosen ones, embered ones, unkindles ones, a beast or is it a slave. It matters not for it gazes steely at the ring of fire. It or is it his eyes, it matters not for it desires to see the final moments of the fires flicker. To see the end of the curse, to see the world engulfed in darkness.

There is no home for him, a man who became a beast when all others fell. A man was not needed to see the end. A hero was not needed to free the many from the fiery chains. No, not a man or hero was needed from him. What was needed from him was to become a monster, a beast, a demon, anything that the people will call monstrous. For it is a monster that can strive forward when its body and mind shatters. It is a beast of blood lusting instinct that can prevail when its soul has shattered numerous times. It is a demon who can contain the bloodlust, the hate, the despair at bay when loneliness has embraced them. For it takes a man with human will to prevail over the gods, the demons and the Ring of Fire.

There he lies, staring at the Fires final moments, a small and gentle smile upon his face. This wretched accursed land is coming to an end and so his scarred torned body can finally rest. His mind can rest. His shattered soul can stop dying. Through his own cruel hands did he rip the embers from the flames. Ripping the accursed chains apart. Freeing the souls of all. Leaving him alone to face the end.

Then as such the flame flickered its last and darkness embraced the land with her claws. The last light cameth not from the flames last flicker but from the candle flicker of the man's broken soul. He welcomed both darkness and death embrace, for they have been his cherished companions from the start. Darkness lovingly filled the parts of his soul that had shattered and died. Filled the empty void that is his soul yet she protectively enshrouds the fragments of his soul. To protect and cherish who he is. Death's love was just as sweet. For she was always there when he failed. To show his mistakes so he may learn and try again. To provide a brief and welcome rest in her gentle arms before he awakens in the accursed land that was his home. His heart swelled with cool warmth. He can finally rest. At the end was he alone or did he die in the arms of those that loved him.

The man then said" Gives me conniptions." and then he laughed. His candle lit soul had finally flickered it last and then the land was plunged into darkness.

A Era has met its end, a realm has died yet embers will kindle once more. Not the embers of the first flame, but the embers of a candle soul, who is simply enjoying his deserved rest.

Here lies Seraphim, the only text written on this unremarkable tombstone. The tombstone was found resting in a new era, a new realm, a new world. A world whose name is Teyvat and so embers will kindle when this world needs the love of this candle lit soul.

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Author Note:

Hope you guys enjoy ^^ and apologies if I am being too descriptive or I guess poetic in how I say things.

The Main Character is not Hawkwood. Apologies if using his signature line causes that misunderstanding ^_^.

Any feedback and criticism will be much appreciated.