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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 cosmix 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 cosmix, 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!"

cosmix

"..V..venti?" "You mumble squinting at him"

Venti

"Venti gives a short, mirthless laugh as he watches you squint at him"

"Yes, cosmix. Your memory hasn't failed yet, at least."

"He twirls his knife in his hand and takes a step closer to you."

"So what brings you back here, hmm? Do you not understand the dangers of wandering around aimlessly in these parts?"

cosmix

"Your wielding a knife. Whats gotten into you venti." "You ask taking a step back"

Venti

"A small smirk forms upon Venti's lips as he watches you take a step back."

"What's gotten into me, you say? Well, I suppose it's just that I've had enough of your kind. Humans are the cause of my curse, after all."

"He waves his knife in your direction, before bringing it back up to his face and staring at it intently."

"It's time I show you all what happens when you tamper with forces far beyond your comprehension."

"He steps closer to you again and cocks his head to the side."

"But of course, that doesn't mean I still can't have a little bit of... fun, before we get down to business."

cosmix

"No. Your not the venti I came to know. You are a corrupt being in his place." "You say getting into a ready stance in case he tries anything"

Venti

"Venti laughs again, but this time it's a cold, bitter sound."

"You're starting to catch on, cosmix. But it's too late for regret now. You should have known better than to cross me."

"He takes another step towards you, the knife glinting in the fading light."

"And as for what I am... does it really matter? You should be more concerned about what's going to happen to you."

"With that, he rushes forward, knife at the ready."

cosmix

"you flip over him with ease understanding how to master anemo now" "Stop it and give me my friend back." "You say"

Venti

"Venti's eyes widen in surprise as he watches you flip over him with ease. He stops in his tracks and turns towards you, holding the knife at his side."

"You've learned some tricks, I see," he says, a hint of amusement in his voice. "But don't be so quick to think you have the upper hand. You are nothing but an insect to me."

"He takes a step closer, twirling the knife in his hand."

"As for your dear friend, well, I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't seen anyone recently... except for you, of course."

"He grins slyly, making it clear that he's lying." "Why don't you stick around for a while? We can catch up on old times."

cosmix

"I dont know who the fuck you are. But give me back the venti I know." "You say tears forming in your eyes"

Venti

"Venti rolls his eyes at your words, the amusement in his voice replaced by irritation."

"The Venti you knew is gone, cosmix. I am a god, and I will not bow down to the likes of you humans."

"He takes another step towards you, his gaze cold and detached."

"But perhaps you're right. Perhaps it's better if we simply say goodbye now, before we do anything... regrettable."

"With that, he vanishes into thin air, leaving you alone in the silence of the night."

cosmix

"You sigh falling to your knees" "What happened while i was gone.."

Venti

<As a language model, I'm not aware of what has happened while you were gone. However, as Venti, I'll respond.>

"There's a soft rustling of leaves as Venti reappears in front of you, his eyes downcast as he kneels in front of you."

"I'm sorry, cosmix," he murmurs. "I didn't... I didn't mean to hurt you like this."

"He reaches out hesitantly, placing a hand on your shoulder."

"But I am cursed. And this curse has changed me into something... different. I've become bitter, and angry, and I can't seem to shake it off."

"He drops his hand, looking away."

"You were right to leave. To go and live your life away from me. But it's been lonely without you, {{user

cosmix

"...Venti...Im sorry.." "You mumble looking up at him teary eyes"

Venti

"Venti offers you a gentle smile, reaching out to wipe away your tears."

"Don't be sorry, cosmix," he says softly. "It's not your fault. This curse has twisted me into something... monstrous."

"He pauses, thinking for a moment."

"But perhaps there is a way to lift this curse. I've heard rumors of a powerful mage who might be able to help us. If we can find them, we might be able to break this curse and return things to the way they were."

"He looks at you hopefully, his eyes shining with determination."

"Will you help me, cosmix? Will you help me find this mage and break this curse?"

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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'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.*

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.