Art: @URASHIMA_ZZZ
A/N: I put the wrong title in the wrong order

"What the hell are you, doing here—

Dolos?"

Her eyes grew narrow, and her instincts grew sharper by the second that passes by, and by each move the man dares to take.

"I've come to meet you." His voice, cloaked in mischief, and deceitfulness.

"To kill me, specifically holding your never ending grudge. And I don't plan on letting you leave with your limbs attached ever so easily."

"I didn't plan to..." His voice dropped an octave. Signaling his malice. Those endless void like eyes of his. They were as dull as ever, yet manipulative. His expressions contorted to that of a much more serious one.

Y/N didn't ever stop to think for a moment inside her head that she wouldn't leave without killing this bastard, fulfilling his desires for a battle.

His long hair swerved, much like Morax's hair but his hair was more duller, compared to the ex-archon dark hair.

Dolos wasted no time to try and get the lead, as he unsheathed a sword, made of sliver and iron. Traced with black lines across the edges, gathering to the top of the blade, as it shone in the warmth of the sun. No such thing as winter in Liyue.

"Oh, you're not going to summon those ruinous beasts of yours like a coward?" Her words, dripped in venom. As her feet dug into the earth beneath her.

Dolos let out a scoff, and for once, not from mockery. But of an irritated attempt of a reply, to her cocky comment.

"Best watch that tongue of yours, Xiwangmu dear. Though I may fear you will bite your tongue for your words to be taken back by force." His voice would slither around her mind, threatening to kill her, much like a poisonous snake if one wrong move was made. And her wrong move would be to let it distract her to get herself killed.

Y/N had a head start, as multiple stars shot in his direction. And he responded with coordination and prediction.

Despite his unreasonable child like temper, and actions, he knows his opponents well. One of his fearful qualities. Merely swinging his sword to repel the attacks.

The movements seemed to stay the very same. But would change from time to time.

And him, fearing nothing, charged at her. Not in an attempt to truly slaughter her, but to capture, and restrain her in his hold.

Minimal inches apart, his crazed smile remained. As he swiped his sword, and she, barely moving away. The white blade of his grazed her skin, and her blood trickled down his sword.

But it was only a scratch, and not an entirely big deal to make out of.

Once Dolos found an opening, he got close enough, after he managed to get her to hit her back on the ground. As Y/N's facial expression twisted to confusion, and panic. He struck his sword down to her throat, parallel to the ground, she swiftly turned her body to the side and kicked off of the ground to create some distance. Though the man still managed to grab her forearm.

"I'll be taking you with me."

The only thing that she saw was that dark, eeriness which surrounded her vision. Lead into the dark void, the spinning inside her mind stopped.

"Remember this place? My domain. Surely you haven't let those memories slip away, because I made sure to make it unforgettable."

"It did, until you came back from the dead." She spat back, standing up from her knees, lightly placing her hands on the floor to push off from it.

"I never died in the first place. I grew weak, and could not move for centuries, but slowly and surely, I've regained everything." The sound that came from his mouth started to turn into laughs.

"These demons, feed off of me, and I feed off of their energy. And... as well as other people." His lips quirked into another smirk, and his eyes felt like they dug into the deep parts of her sanity. "That adeptus-boy, used to kill people, and devour on their dreams, did he not?" Judging by the way her fingers twitched in anger, he knew he was correct. His eyes trailed back up to her face.

"No one can get you out. And the same adeptus, he's been used once. Why don't I use him myself? A powerless one after all."

And let Xiao, her loved one— suffer again, after he had escaped? Absolutely not. She vowed to herself to not let him get hurt again. And not to let other people she cares about, get hurt because of her. She's made that mistake once, she won't do it again.

She tried to feel calm. She tried to feel sane, and to not let Dolos pry at her last string of sanity, and rationality. But she couldn't help it, and lashed out.

"no, no, No, NO! You are NOT, going to use him!"

"Lost your cool, Xiwangmu? Is he that precious? Do you hold him dear? Like how you did with those weak mortals you killed?"

"Shut the fuck up."

Of course Xiao was precious to her.

A shiver went down Dolos' spine, of the pure pleasure of seeing his opponent become enraged slowly.

Y/N's glare hardened.

"Get me out of this hellhole, I have much more appreciated things to do."

"Does it seem like I would let you out? It's your loss dear. As long as no one knows where you are, you won't be leaving any time soon..."

Y/N felt more anger prickle at her sides, and an urge to slaughter the man in front of her.

"Are you going to continue your unaccommodating deeds?" She said again, trying her best to suppress her fury and rage, and fight blinded by those emotions.

"Yes. And I will keeping you in here. Let us see if those living are capable of keeping Liyue in protection? Rex Lapis is no longer watching over Liyue to save everyone any longer. He won't be here to seal me again, nor will you."

"What's your point? Especially in your useless plans?" The goddess asked as uninterested as possible. Y/N has to stay calm, though again, she's on the verge of losing it. She keeps repeating to herself, to stay calm.

Dolos decided to speak once more to answer her question.

"To bring each region to crumble. My sole goal. Though I highly doubt about every region, so I decided on the one I despise the most." Now he has gone a psychopath.

He started to talk again, "And while there is chaos out there, let us have a chat them?"

Y/N scoffed, and rolled her eyes at his unreasonable suggestion, and took a step back to maintain distance. "What are you planning?"

"To slowly corrupt your mind." He answered truthfully.

The floor was water, yet it was solid like a floor. Reflecting like a mirror, and the water rippling with each step you take.

She felt like there were several eyes, watching her, judging her. Enough to make a mortal mad, crazy.

"There's no way to leave, I believe I have stressed that out multiple times, just so you know." He brought his arm up and made a movement signaling an order.

Y/N took notice as she felt something grab her arms, leg, and torso, restricting her from moving. Not even an inch, nor any movement in general. Her gaze fell to the darkness, to see dark figures holding onto her as if life depended on it. They acted all too desperate to do as he says. Y/N tried to move and yank their hands from her, but it was like rock stone. Feeling her blood boil once more, she snapped her head back up, at Dolos, who's face made her want to punch it.

And as if reading her mind, he saw the confusion and disgusted look on her face as Dolos saw it.

"These dark figures are my mortal slaves. Bound to me. I killed them once, then consumed them. Keeping these pigs in my domain. They cannot do so much as defy me. Or I kill them for good." The echoing sounds of the sole of his shoes made their way to Y/N's ears.

"Sick bastard." She glared at him.

"Tut, tut my dear. It's exemplary, as I like to see it." He strutted over to her slowly.

The trapped woman glanced at the dark figures to be lined out and seen as they took the form of a human shape who were shaking, then looked back at Dolos. Grimacing, at the pititful sight.

He attempted to grab her head for whatever reason, as she moved it to the side to try and dodge his hands. But he still managed to grab her head.

"You know, I have been thinking of the best ways to kill you, actually." His voice could stab her with how sharp and still it sounded. "And what would be the best way, would be the how I did before." He said in a whisper, and amusement mixed with them. And like a puff of smoke, it floated around her head, to intoxicate her mind.

Dolos, noticing her slight panicked look, smiled. A sickening one, to try and humiliate her.

"I will have my share of fun with you here. Then, I will move onto the adeptus-boy. He will surely be useful." He looked like he was having the time of his life, tormenting her. Along with taunting and the threatening words he speaks of like if it's all a joke.

Y/N grit her teeth, and in her eyes a flaming glow.

"You lay a single finger on him, and I will personally end you." Her voice grew and itched more hostile, and hateful, earning an amused chuckle from him.

"Is he really that important to the likes of you? Take it upon yourself to kill him then— to protect him. Your act just like the others." His face was close to hers to he his yet again, absolute crazy look in those lifeless and rotting eyes of his.

Y/N felt another surge of confidence flow right through every vein in herself.

"I've beat you once, Dolos..." Her voice was quiet, and he rose an eyebrow at her voice. Then saw her look back up at him with a grin, leaning forward. As the dark figures held on her tighter.

"AND I'LL BEAT YOU AGAIN!" Her right arm was released, and she managed to land a strong, solid, blow to the jaw with her knuckles, making him stumble back from the impact as he placed a hand on his now darkly bruising jaw on his porcelain skin. Using his surprised state as an opening, she took his sword, lunging at him, holding the sword to his neck trying to slice it.

Dolos chuckled darkly, as he gripped the sharp blade tightly stopping her from cutting his head off of his own body.

"Resorting to violent moves, dear?"

"You shit. You know you made this a domain where I can't use my powers." She pushed the sword down with more pressure, as blood gushed out of his palms.

"I prepared for it— give me a little credit..." His voice was strained as he fought her back. He then kicked her on the side, making her get off of him, he managed to stretch his blood soaked hands towards the sword that had fallen out of her grasp.