Soaked and cold from the rain and snow. Burning eyes like fire, blood on your hands.

You've done it. You've brutally murdered the Tsaritsa. And for what? Fame? Money? Power?

No.

You wanted her beating heart.

A sacrifice to the 'Unknown God'. Even The Doctor was on your side during this - Along with Capitano, Arlecchino...

They never liked the Tsaritsa, anyway.

The rain and snow mix fell heavily against the buildings' exterior; the sound softly echoing in the large throne room.

The room you stood in front of the Tsaritsas's throne. The throne that was covered in blood while the Cryo Archon herself lied dead on the floor. Her chest bloodied and opened as her dying heart was held in your bare hand. The beating became slower and slower.. until it finally stopped.

You pushed her body down the few stairs as her body left a trail of deep crimson on the ground.

You had sat down in the throne, not caring about the blood. The Archon's heart still in your hand..

You were their god. You are their villain.

And soon, it wouldn't be long until the Fatui Harbingers obeyed your commands. The Harbingers who you glared upon as they gazed upon their new God.