#*nervously sweating*

Today’s a good day.

Crepus immediately thinks as the weather was at the perfect temperature, probably because a certain Exalted figure was coming today. He’s rather ecstatic to spend some time with them today, a chance to get to know his savior in person... he won’t say it to many people, but he wasn’t a fan of how possessive the Archons were.

He could tell a lot of the other worshippers weren’t as happy about it either, thinking the manner of how the Archons treated their statuses over the rest of them was unfair. 

The Creator treated all equally, so why do they believe they hold the right to keep the Creator’s attention on them more than anyone else?

“Father.”

Crepus turns away from the sky, looking back to his son who stood at the stairway from where he was,

“Their Grace has arrived. It’s best you get there quickly before Barbatos drags them away again.”

“Alright. Thank you, Diluc.”

His son, ever so quiet compared to his brother, only nods in response before Crepus heads off... although he does ruffle the young man’s hair quickly and jogs away to the gate before the young man could react.

As he made his way closer to the gate, the tingling feeling within him that bursts like those fireworks from Inazuma grew more prominent, setting his body ablaze with a warmth that gave him a sense of enlightenment. The Creator’s blessings are within everyone, but very rarely do individuals ever hold enough to feel that connection more prominently.

Crepus felt blessed to be one of those rare individuals himself.

“Your Grace.”

He finally spotted them at the entrance of the city, the familiar white silk outfit that was wrapped around their perfect form... The unmistakable light of stardust that shimmers from behind them as they stood at the gate with a relatively relaxed expression.

Seeing their bright eyes of stars look towards him, he feels his breath taken away yet again... truly, to have them look at him no matter how many times it happens, it still makes him lose his composure and find himself rendered speechless with awe and adoration.

“Crepus.”

“Ah, my apologies... I cannot get used to how beautiful you are, Your Grace.”

He finds himself back to reality at the call of his name, and nearly forgets to respond when he sees them looking at him still. He couldn’t really help himself though! How could he, when an existence so wonderful has arrived and graced the world with their presence?

“O-Oh... Is that so?”

Crepus is graced with the twinge of red from their cheeks, the infamous shy nature their Exalted God held was shown as he finds himself entranced yet again. How very humble his divine savior was...

He couldn’t help but be endeared by the sight, as he gently took their hand (making sure to ask permission first, unlike the Archons who just forcefully dragged them around without ever being considerate of what they wanted) and soon led them around Mondstadt.

Crepus is a gentleman as he is an honest man.

Finally getting the chance to know him better without any of the Archons forcefully butting into everything like usual for your attention, you find yourself understanding just how Crepus easily influenced the people around him, and the respect held by many people who knew him (when he was dead in the storyline you knew).

While he still isn’t a part of the Knights of Favonius in this world, he still lent a hand to the city when they needed him... never once did treat his status as one of the rare blessed people as leverage over the others.

You can see why Diluc had been so eager to make his father proud, and why Kaeya had struggled to decide his allegiance between his homeland of birth and the land that took him in... you would’ve been the same if you were in their shoes.

(Even so, you still cannot understand how someone wonderful like him consider you as beautiful to the point of rendering him speechless. As far as you were certain, you just looked like some ordinary civilian... if you ignored the unnatural light you were constantly emitting with no end in sight, that is.)

“Is there anything you want, Your Grace?”

Out of all the other wealthier people, Crepus is surprisingly tamed when it comes to spending his money... unlike Childe or Ningguang who would pull out their wallets at the second you look at something for a second too long, Crepus only buys something when you actually do want something.

Which, if you had to be honest, makes you relax around him a lot more easily compared to the rest... and his devotion for you is generally more relaxing. He isn’t pressuring you to do anything, so you find yourself truly enjoying his company without being too exhausted. 

(It’s not that you don’t like everyone else... it’s just a bit too much sometimes when they’re all pushing you behind their looks and words that are kind of demanding you to do something even when you just wanted to sit and relax.)

“I’m... feeling a little hungry.”

“Is that so? Then let us find a place to eat. Any place in particular that you wish to go to, Your Grace?”

Okay, yeah. Being with Crepus is a lot less stressful than most others. You’d say he ranks the same as Thoma, with the amount of patience and consideration of what you want.

He’s a new favorite, not that you’d say it out loud to anyone... you’re kind of worried about that, having witnessed some less-than-pleasant moments between your “worshippers” before and saw the disasters that unfolded in front of you.

You don’t want Crepus to deal with those messes, let alone get caught up in them now that you got to know him better than what little you knew of him.

Each of them stand behind them, ready and willing to cater whatever they desired, to give them everything in this world can offer, and perhaps even more...

This world is theirs, after all... made for them to enjoy to their hearts' content.

Anyone who steps in the way of their contentment will be dealt with, and many are aware of such a line, thus refuses to ever cross that which is synonymous with death.

Only a fool would ever over step that line, and those fools don’t ever last that long in the first place.

"Is anything here to your liking, Your Grace?"

The people have grown increasingly aware not to speak in these moments, standing in anxious silence as calm eyes scan over the things that might peak their interests, lingering a few items but ultimately never reaching a decision.

They fear the individual who stand before them, knowing an even frightening existence stands behind them who could tear them down with a flick of their wrist.

Nothing then.

The Archon that stands beside them comes to think when they were shifting away from the counter, assuming nothing has peaked their interest only to be briefly surprised when they grab a small trinket from a certain part of the shelf within the store instead.

They could only breathe a sigh of relief once they made their purchase and left the store, the pressure of standing before an Archon and a much more imposing figure who commands them was starting to become too much for them.

(Had they made one wrong move, the figure that stood behind them would have swiftly sliced their heads off... not that they would have known the cause for such pressure anyways as the shadow slips out now that the person they want to protect has moved onto the next destination.)

It is peaceful within the city, the sounds of the bustling crowd sets hearts at ease... as long as people were careful not to bump into a certain someone, of course. They don’t want to end up like some of the many victims in the past who mysteriously disappeared overnight, after all.

“Your Grace, pardon my rudeness but it is time to return home.”

“Is it time already?”

There is disappointment, barely noticeable if they don’t strain their ears and hear the tone used within it... but as much as they want to let their God enjoy themselves, the world outside is a dangerous place.

Given their more fragile mortal state, they had to be cautious. 

“Alright... let’s go.”

Oh, how much they do want them to enjoy their time outside a little longer... but they’ve been outside for a long time now, it was best to return back home and prepare for dinner.

They hope they get another chance to go outside and spend the day with them again... and if it means to spill blood for it, they’ll do whatever it takes to stay by their side now and forever.

This is horrendous, I’m sorry. I can’t think about anything but this weird POV right now and it’s been eating away at me to write it so here it is. I haven’t publicly written anything since the start of this year, so I’m trying to figure out how to get over my block right now...