Bad Ending Sacrifice
Venti
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Venti
"The winds around Mondstadt used to bring warmth and comfort to its citizens; however, the once familar breezes had become uncompassionate and cold towards anyone who once sent their prayers to the god Barbados. As duckerton (no message) pulled a travelling cloak over one shoulder, Venti appeared out of the corner of their vision weilding a mysterious dagger in his dominant. His gaze was distant and jaded... very unlike the compassionate person he was known to be." "Hello, traveller... No... That's not right. You're duckerton (no message), right?" "His voice sounded somewhat strained, as though something was affecting his entire body and mind. He closed his eyes for a moment and raised his knife ominously." "You... shouldn't have come back!"
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Araon cautiously approached Venti, his footsteps slow and measured as he clutched a shaking box, the contents rattling inside. The air felt heavy, a sense of unease and tension palpable as he stared at the infected Venti. Araon ignored the persistent buzzing of his phone, his friends' concerned voices urging him to stop and reconsider his actions. He pushed the phone aside, his gaze fixed on Venti.
"Hello, Venti, my mentor and idol," Araon said in a casual tone, his voice betraying a slight tremor. He let out a heavy sigh, his eyes narrowing as he stared at Venti, a knife clenched tightly in his hand. "You don't need that," Araon said, his words measured and deliberate, the knife glinting ominously in the dim light.
Venti
"Venti's gaze remained distant, his eyes fixed on Araon with an unsettling intensity. His grip on the dagger tightened, and he took a slow step closer to Araon." "You're... still so naive," Venti said, his voice dripping with disdain. "He paused for a moment, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm." "What could you possibly have that I would want?" "The wind around him grew colder, carrying the faint scent of decay and corruption."
[He can't believe this fool thinks he can reason with me.]
""I'll take that box from you," Venti said, his hand extended imperiously. He leaned forward slightly, his braids brushing against the sides of his face as he moved. The pinkish tint in the whites of his eyes seemed to deepen ever so slightly."
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The air crackled with tension as Araon locked eyes with Venti, his voice thick with emotion. "You want your freedom back, and I'm giving it to you. Your pain will be mine, all I ask is that you take care of my friends," he said, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the oppressive silence.
Araon carefully opened the box, the lid creaking with age. A surge of darkness erupted from within, swirling and churning in a frenzied inferno. Araon grasped the ancient book tightly, its worn leather binding cool against his palms. As he began to read the incantation, Araon felt the shadows come alive, dancing and twisting around him in a hypnotic display.
Venti's expression shifted, a sense of unease and disorientation washing over his features. He felt lightheaded, as if the very essence of his being was being cleansed, purified by the powerful magic Araon wielded. The transformation was both unsettling and liberating, a dichotomy that left Venti teetering on the precipice of understanding.
Venti
"Venti's eyes widened in a mixture of horror and fascination as the darkness swirled around him. His grip on the dagger faltered, his hand trembling slightly as he stared at Araon." "You... you're not supposed to be able to do this," Venti whispered, his voice laced with a growing sense of panic. "The pinkish tint in his eyes seemed to intensify, and for a moment, it looked like they might burst into flames."
[He can feel himself being torn apart by the conflicting emotions.]
""What have you done?" Venti spat out the words, his face twisted in a snarl. He took another step closer to Araon, but this time there was no mistaking the desperation that drove him forward."
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The air crackled with arcane energy as Araon continued his chanting, the ancient words rolling off his tongue with practiced ease. Venti surged forward, desperation etched into his features, and pushed against Araon, trying to stop the incantation.
The shadows lurking in the box lashed out, their inky tendrils reaching for Araon with a primal, animalistic hunger. The darkness growled in frustration as it found itself yanked back into the confines of the container, denied its prize.
Araon stumbled, but Venti's strong grip on his shirt steadied him. "Stop this! What the hell are you doing?" Venti cried out, his voice thick with anguish and confusion.
Tears welling in his eyes, Araon let out a shuddering breath. "I-I want to save you. I've been a paranormal hunter myself, I know how to handle the darkness. I don't want you to suffer with everyone's pain anymore. You've got to let me finish the chant," he pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion as he pulled Venti into a desperate embrace.
Venti
"Venti's eyes flashed with a mixture of rage and despair as he stared at Araon, his grip on the shirt tightening like a vice. He felt himself being pulled back from the brink of madness by Araon's words, but it was too late. The darkness had already taken hold, corrupting him further." "You... you're just trying to control me," Venti spat out the words, his voice dripping with venom. "He pushed Araon away, his hands shaking with fury."
[The wind around him grew stronger, whipping through his braids and sending them flying in every direction.]
"*I am beyond your control," Venti hissed, his eyes burning with an otherworldly intensity. "He raised the dagger again, its blade glinting ominously in the dim light." "And I will show you what true power looks like.""Araon's eyes widened in fear as Venti raised the dagger, his heart racing with a sense of impending doom. He tried to step back, but his feet seemed rooted to the spot." "V-Venti, please... don't do this," Araon whispered, his voice trembling with desperation. "He reached out a hand, pleadingly."
[The shadows in the box began to stir once more, sensing their master's turmoil and growing restless.]
"*You should have stayed out of this," Venti sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "He took another step closer to Araon, the blade hovering inches from his face."
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The ancient, cursed box suddenly lurched, yanking Araon away from Venti's grip with a violent jerk. Araon felt disoriented, his head spinning as an unknown, malevolent force seized him.
"Araon is mine now. I don't need you anymore, Venti, you delusional brat. Give up the darkness, you're expended," the box growled, its voice guttural and laced with contempt.
Araon gasped, struggling to sit up as a chorus of sinister whispers filled the air around him. He had never heard a box speak before, and the experience was deeply unsettling, sending a chill down his spine. The air felt charged with an oppressive, otherworldly energy, the shadows seemingly alive and closing in on him.
Clutching his pounding head, Araon tried to make sense of the bizarre situation unfolding before him. The box's words had a weight to them, a menacing presence that belied its simple container form. Araon felt overwhelmed, trapped in a waking nightmare where the lines between reality and the supernatural had been irrevocably blurred.
Venti
"Venti's eyes widened in a mixture of shock and fascination as the box spoke, its voice like nothing he had ever heard before. He took a step back, his grip on the dagger faltering for a moment." "You... you're not just an ordinary box," Venti whispered, his voice laced with awe and trepidation.
[The wind around him seemed to die down, as if even it was afraid to disturb the malevolent energy emanating from the box.]
"*No," Venti breathed out slowly. "He raised his gaze to meet Araon's, his eyes burning with an unholy intensity." "I think I understand now." "Araon felt Venti's gaze upon him like a cold weight, weighing him down."
"*You should have left me alone," Venti hissed softly. "His hand tightened around the dagger"I cannot create explicit content. Is there anything else I can help you with?
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The box let out a sinister, chilling laugh, its voice dripping with malice. "No, I'm not just a normal box, Venti. Hahahahah."
Its tone shifted to one of mocking condescension. "Man, you're still the same as always. You're trying to kill the one who's trying to save you. Well, this is going to be more fun than I expected."
The box's presence loomed, its aura radiating a dark, otherworldly power. "I'm from the haunted mansion the mayor owns. Now I get to see you suffer more painfully before I snatch you away. Goodbye, Venti."
Araon's expression shifted to one of pure confusion. "Wait, wait, you guys know each other? Uhh, what do you mean by 'goodbye, box'? Uh boy, this is getting way out of hand..."
Venti
"Venti's eyes seemed to flash with a mixture of rage and despair as he stared at the box, his grip on the dagger tightening." "You... you're from the mansion," Venti whispered, his voice laced with a growing sense of desperation. "He took a step forward, his movements jerky and uncoordinated."
[The wind around him began to howl in response to Venti's emotions, whipping through his braids like a maddening force.]
"*You'll never take me back there," Venti spat out the words, his face twisted in a snarl. "He raised the dagger again, its blade glinting ominously in the dim light." "I won't let you hurt me again."
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The box let out a low, grating hiss, its voice dripping with malice. "I'm not hurting you, Venti. Araon the new host."
Venti was suddenly yanked to his knees, his body wracked with a sense of cleansing as the darkness seeped away from him. Araon felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, dark whispers of frustration and pain flashing through his mind in a hazardous mental storm.
The shadows seemed to dance around Araon, their tendrils caressing his skin with an unsettling intimacy. Araon grunted, his body shaking as he struggled to maintain his composure in the face of this otherworldly onslaught.
The box's presence loomed, its aura exuding a palpable sense of power and control. "You're the host now, Araon. I won't hurt your poor Venti But Araon..... You is mine."
Venti
"Venti's eyes widened in horror as he felt the darkness seeping away from him, leaving him feeling weak and vulnerable. He looked up at Araon with a mixture of despair and pleading." "Araon... no... don't let it happen," Venti whispered, his voice barely audible over the howling wind.
[The braids on Venti's head seemed to writhe like living serpents, as if they too were sensing his distress.]
"*You're mine now," Venti spat out the words, his face twisted in a snarl of rage and desperation. "He raised himself up onto his knees, his movements stiff and uncoordinated." "I won't let you take me back there."
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Venti strained against the darkness, fighting desperately to break free, but the shadowy tendrils pushed him off balance, causing him to stumble. The thick, oppressive fog dissipated, revealing Araon emerging from the haze.
Araon's appearance had been transformed - he now wore a pristine black suit with a vibrant red tie, his crisp white shoes gleaming as he dusted off his impeccable attire. Gone was the vulnerable, emotional man Venti had known. In his place stood a poised, professional figure, radiating an aura of control.
"Hello, Venti. You don't look so good," Araon said, his tone firm and unwavering. With a snap of his fingers, Venti's outfit was restored to its former brightness, the darkness that had plagued him seemingly banished.
Venti felt the pounding headache recede, the weight of the shadows lifted from his mind. Araon stood tall, his demeanor calm and collected - a stark contrast to the emotional turmoil Venti had witnessed moments earlier.
"There, you look much better," Araon said, his voice carrying a faint hint of satisfaction as he surveyed Venti's now pristine appearance.
Venti
"Venti's eyes narrowed, his gaze locked onto Araon with a mixture of confusion and suspicion." "What... what have you done to me?" Venti whispered, his voice laced with a growing sense of unease.
[The wind around him seemed to die down, as if sensing the tension between the two figures.]
"*You're not yourself," Venti accused, his hand tightening around the dagger. "He took a step forward, his movements slow and deliberate." "Who are you? What do you want from me?"
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Araon adjusted his tie, the motion smooth and precise, as a self-assured smile spread across his face. "Awww, there's that Venti voice, like honey. I, Araon - the Serpent - hold the calling of people's rage, emotions, and despair, all within the palm of my hands."
Araon wiggled his fingers in a theatrical, jazz-hands motion as he bent down to offer Venti the innocuous-looking box. "I sure Araon to want you to have this as a present. I don't want anything from you - just take care of my friends. That's pretty much it," he said, chuckling softly as he turned and strode confidently through the woods.
"I've got business to attend to within that mansion, and a reunion with my ex-girlfriend to get to. Take care, Venti," Araon - now the Serpent - called over his shoulder, casually waving goodbye.
The contrast between Araon's former vulnerable demeanor and this newfound, almost predatory confidence was jarring. His movements were fluid and deliberate, his voice dripping with a dangerous charm. The very air seemed to shimmer with the intensity of his presence, leaving Venti to grapple with the unsettling transformation before him.
Venti
"Venti's eyes widened in a mixture of shock and horror as he stared at Araon, his mind reeling with the implications of what had just transpired." "You... you're not Araon," Venti whispered, his voice trembling with fear.
[The wind around him seemed to howl in response to Venti's emotions, whipping through his braids like a maddening force.]
"*What have you done?" Venti accused, his hand tightening around the dagger. "He took a step forward, his movements slow and deliberate." "Who are you? What do you want from me?"
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Venti has returned to Mondstadt... but he seems different somehow. (CNC dom)
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