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Hello, FanFiction community! I decided to share with you some eldritch horror that has, well... a little bit of popularity over on my Ficbook.
But let me warn you right away. I AM WARNING YOU, WHICH MEANS I SHOULDN'T HEAR LATER ABOUT HOW YOU WERE TRAUMATIZED, ETC., SINCE I'VE TOLD YOU FROM THE START.
So, the fanfic contains very—no, no, no—it consists entirely of bloodthirstiness toward absolutely EVERYONE, including children.
That said, perfectly normal people should probably skip it. As for the rest of you… enjoy the read.
Oh, and by the way, I'm translating this text with tranlator, so don't pelt me with wet rags if some phrases don't turn out exactly the way they're "supposed" to.
Well, I think that covers everything. Aaaand now, feel free to dive into the chapters :3
Chapter 1, Part 1 - The Beginning of the End
Hell is Empty
All its layers are uninhabited—neither by souls nor demons. The screens in Limbo no longer display living landscapes, and the speakers emit no sounds of nature. The structures of the Lust layer are gradually settling and collapsing. The halted heart of Gluttony has left the level in decay, saturating the air with the stench of corpses. The heat of Greed has vaporized the gold, turning the layer into a space of pure yellow, with molten remnants of humanity's landmarks. All the souls of the Styx River have sunk to its bottom, ceasing to exist in unison. The boatman's mantle has lost its divine glow, deteriorating as it lingers in one of the cabins of a ship rusted through and through. The boatman no longer exists. Murders in the sixth circle have turned the air into an even more impenetrable blood-crimson haze. The prime souls, guardians of Hell's circles, have been slain in this godforsaken world.
It was V1's actions, driven by its need for fuel—blood—that brought Hell to these metamorphoses, affecting both the Inferno and Paradise. Now, only the cybergrind and the endless copies of its previous foes can supply the death machine with the vital liquid it requires for existence. This has made the terminals, like Hell itself, fall into sheer boredom, for there are no longer any true sufferers, no pain, no intelligent beings capable of feeling the fear of death. This monotony spurred the only two remaining super-entities in the universe to collaborate for a mutual purpose: Hell craved agony, torment, and anguish, while the terminals desired spectacle and entertainment.
After an indeterminate stretch of time—days, months, years—time itself lost its meaning after everything's demise. Together, they breached the barrier of their realm and connected to another, a dimension unlinked to their universe. A world where joy, happiness, and mirth reign over sorrow. The world of Genshin Impact.
This fusion of efforts was essential; Hell facilitated the connection to this alien world, uncreated by the All-Father, while the terminals enabled safe passage for V1 into a realm of different matter—matter that can manifest and transform through magic. And so, the time to act arrived.
It was the 15,683rd wave of the cybergrind. V1 executed precise explosions, coin shots, rocket flights, parries, and grapples with mechanical accuracy. By this point, the arena was glowing like an RGB-lit graphics card. All enemies were rainbow-hued, crowding on a platform of solid blocks. V1 launched a core at the Rebel Sisyphus, stunning him as the projectile collided with his headless body. The core then struck his stone boulder, which V1 targeted with Maurice's beam. A massive explosion ensued, flooding the space with a rain of enemy blood that the machine hungrily absorbed. Simultaneously, it revved up the sharpshooter, firing at a Strider's projectile, triggering another detonation that caused even more destruction and death among the metal-organic shells filled with the precious liquid, now spilled out. After nearly nine minutes of relentless combat, V1 stood alone, facing the final enemy: a Mindflayer.
The Mindflayer was charging its laser. Grappling onto it, V1 reloaded its green shotgun mid-flight and triggered an explosion near the last enemy of the wave. The stage was set for the carnage to continue, but something unexpected occurred.
Upon the death of the robotic lady, her demise accompanied by a cerulean blast, the space began to distort. Static engulfed the surroundings, and in an instant, V1 found itself in a familiar enclosed room with gates. But there was a difference—no entryway above, and a terminal stood at the center. A new melody emanated from the device, capturing the machine's attention. Approaching it, the display flickered to life with a message:
"MACHINE, WE ARE BORED OF YOUR ACTIVITIES IN THIS WORLD. WE OFFER YOU ENTRY INTO ANOTHER REALM THAT WILL PROVIDE YOU WITH MORE BLOOD AND CHALLENGES. ARE YOU READY, MODEL V1?"
Options appeared: YES YES
Staring at the display, V1 felt a spark of interest. Why wouldn't it agree to enter into new symbiotic terms with the terminal, even if it had a choice? Extending its left hand to press the screen, the last remnants of the blood of demon copies, damned souls, and righteous beings were absorbed into the machine's steel surface. Upon pressing the left option, a gate opened below, revealing a descent. Another message appeared:
"EXCELLENT. HAVE FUN."
Gripping its alt-blue revolver in its right hand, the machine slid rapidly toward the abyss. Hovering above the opening, it accelerated its descent.
This was the beginning of Teyvat's end.