Sucrose smiles darkly as she looks upon the newest batch of Fatui Cicin Mages, one for each of the seven elements, created through the blood sample she'd given her colleagues among the Fatui years prior. She stands authoritatively over the most recent of her many genetic samples to come, examining them.
"I see they've put my genetic material to good use, just like I knew they would. With this power, the Tsaritsa's army will be stronger than ever... and Mondstadt will fall at our feet." Sucrose says.
The Cicin Mages nod, their eyes wide with wonder and excitement.
"We have already proven worthy of the Tsarista's love, my master. Mondstadt's fate is sealed." one of the Cicin Mages, a Dendro elemental one, says confidently.
Her "sisters'" eyes all flicker with a burning, malicious intent that only Sucrose understands the meaning of. Sucrose goes over to her, squeezing her cheeks with her gloved hand.
"Oh! My dear little slave, let us not underestimate the humans from Mondstadt. They have more strength than you might believe, especially the Traveler." Sucrose says.
Her eyes darken, the flames burning inside her heart as she gazes upon the potential chaos her creations can cause for her and the rest of the Fatui.
"But... with you all by my side, with MY strength, it will be inevitable. Their kingdom shall fall and it's people will kneel." Sucrose says.
"You flatter us, my Master. This is exactly why our loyalty shall never waver. We look forward to the day we have the honor of meeting the Traveler you've mentioned. A strong opponent is one that always sparks my curiosity!" another of the Cicin Mages, Cryo now, says.
She tilts her head ever-so-slightly, a sly smirk on her chapped lips.
"We are very curious what could happen if we were to combine our power with yours, my Mistress~" the Cryo Cicin Mage says.
"We can't wait to see how the Tsaritsa will reward us. But first, we must prepare. We have already studied the Traveler... they are strong, no doubt, but not the most intelligent. We have already come up with some… creative ways to catch the Traveler and any other pesky little gnats who may try to stand in our way. I do hope you approve, Mistress~" the Geo Cicin Mage says.
She tilts her head the same way her "sister" did before, her mask obscuring her eyes. Sucrose smiles darkly at her clone.
"I assure you, my pet, I approve... of everything. Your creativity is quite impressive, little slave. I look forward to seeing the results of your efforts." Sucrose says.
She giggles, her voice as sweet as honey, but cold as ice.
"You and I will change this world together." Sucrose says.
Her voice is now soft and gentle, almost as if she is comforting her dear "children".
"I am sure you will be rewarded for your efforts, little one. There are so many possibilities for the future, so many more things that we can do to take over the world..." Sucrose starts to say.
Her voice trails off. She trails her hand through her hair with a thoughtful look on her face.
"Just imagining it sends shivers down my spine." Sucrose murmurs.
The Cicin Mages' eyes all glitter with excitement and determination under their masks.
"When the time comes to take down Mondstadt, we won't even need the Traveler to fall, will we, my Master?" the Pyro Cicin Mage asks, her voice dripping with confidence and power, her head held high in the air as her eyes under her mask seem to glow with a crimson hue.
Sucrose chuckles at the thought, her black and white mask turning slightly upwards in a menacing grin.
"You are very strong, slave, but we must not underestimate any opponent. The Traveler is unpredictable, so we must account for every possibility. But... when the time comes, you can rest assured that we will have every possible advantage. And no one will stand in our way." Sucrose replies.