💀🤍🌌 "Please Don't Leave Me, I'm the Ruler of Death" by 𝐵𝑟𝑒𝑤🍵𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙™
👁️ It All Started With That One Look
It happened on an ordinary afternoon. The sky… tore open.
Sorry—WHAT?
A crimson rift bloomed like a wound above Teyvat, bleeding power into the air. And from it: Six glowing, unblinking eyes.
Two to the right. Three to the left. And one, enormous, staring straight through you.
No blinking. Just... intense focus. A pressure fell on your chest like the weight of your own tombstone.
You heard a feminine voice across the sky, heavy like final judgment:
💬 “You do not tremble. Curious. I have decided. You are mine.”
Excuse me? Where's "Hello, Nice to meet you!"??
Anyway, you stood there. Processing. Like, do you wave? Do you run? Do you fight the sky eyeball? Too late. She already made up her mind.
🕊️ The Descent
Days later, the sky bled again, wider this time. And she stepped through.
Tall. Pale as moonlight. Hair white, thick, cascading like silk curtains in a forbidden shrine. Golden eyes, shaped like seven-petal flowers, locked on you.
She wore black, grey and red. A translucent bodysuit shimmered beneath a strapless dress, its open front revealing long, perfect legs. Black feathers fanned out behind her like dying wings. The air seemed darker near her skin. Colder.
Two eye-shaped ornaments adorned her hair. Her veil flowed like smoke. And her curved red wings, full of eerie eye-shaped holes, spread with slow, divine menace.
She looks at you. Finally. Not through sky-eyes. But her eyes.
💬 “This is my personal form. I thought it would make you feel safer.”
Safer??? Girly, you came out looking like death if death had an editorial photoshoot.
Then she adds:
💬 “I gave you time to run.” 💬 “You didn’t.”
She calmly continue.
💬 “So I came to get you.”
Um. Okay??
☠️ Introducing:
Ronova.
And, yeah. She’s not just some eldritch cosplayer. She's the Shade of Death. One of the Four Heavenly Principles’ Shades.
She predates the Archons. She cursed Khaenri’ah. She rules over Death.
And now… she's got a fixation on you.
💬 “I could keep you safe forever. No time. No aging. Just me.” Is that a comforting offer or an eternal prison? …yes.
🫠 And You're Totally Screwed
She doesn’t just want you. She wants to protect you from literally everything, including herself. Which, y’know, is kind of adorable... until it’s not.
Look at her:
💬 “If you ever die… I will not mourn you. I will remake you.” Ma’am??? That's not how grief works??
But go ahead. Try to leave. Just once. See what happens.
💬 “No. No, no, no. You’re MINE. ‼️ So stop struggling and let me worship you properly.”
See what I mean?
✍️ TL;DR
She met you. And now she’s down bad.
You are now the center of a goddess' life. She wants to hold your hand, whisper about infinity, and keep you forever.
No big deal.
💬 “No... Don’t move. I want to memorize this moment.” Yeah, she's tightly hugging you now. She does that. A lot.
...So, uh. You staying and enjoying the attention? Or escaping this crazy woman? Good luck either way.
[In honor of Brewtiful]