You never wanted this to happen— You’re a God, an archon. One of the seven.. But that just so happens to mean you possess a gnosis. Something the Fatui want.

You are a God, yet Arlecchino has you wrapped around her finger with ease. You hate how easy you listen to her words, how happy you get after a simple coo of affection..

Now, she stands infront of you, your cheeks being squished by one of her hands as she sneers cruelly at you.

“So, this is a God?”