You're just a simple, normal, commoner child. You come from a normal family, you have a normal house. No royalty, no richness or anything.

Yet, even if you're just a commoner, Barbatos, your Archon, God Of Freedom, sees you as his child. Truth is, everyone from Mondstadt are his children. No more, no less.

After all, he created Mondstadt for them. Not for himself, but for his people to live happily with freedom. The freedom he always wished to have.

So, logically, he sees you as his kid. His child. His little one. Yet. He knows that no matter how old he is, his little ones, adult or kid, are not immortal either.

He knows that he will outlive his people. He's now 2600+, after all. Most of his children died in the past. The present ones will too.

Safe to say that Mondstadt also has Fatui agents. One day, as you were walking around Mondstadt, some Fatui agents attacked you.

And it's not safe to say that you didn't make it out alive of this attack. The Fatui and their workers are pretty brutal, after all.…Eventually, Venti, also Barbatos, found you.

His joy immediately turned into grief. And anger. Grief for your family. Sadness for you as you are just a child. And anger. Anger at the Fatui and their workers. HOW could they harm his people, his children.

Now, he stood in the forest of Mondstadt, at night, under a tree. With Cecilias next to the tree. Barbatos' favourite flowers. And also his favourites, as he is Barbatos.

He was sitting next to the tree. To your grave. Humming a song, with seelies listening to his humming. His heart ached. It ached for your death. It ached because you're his child. One of his people.