An Oath |Kaeya x Reader|

~1~ PROLOG

"Your Honor!"

A god of vows statues were built, worshipped, and washed through in every inch and corner—yet, they're stripped off its once honor as (Name) could only watch one by one of her temples burned to ruins. "Your Honor!" Another voice called out, yet (Name) heeded no mind towards those voices.

"My followers..." she murmured underneath her breath.

Upon the escape of monsters spreading around the region, new said "hillichurls" had ensued chaos within her village. Ever since Celestia's decree and punishment to set those who deny their existence a curse, one by one, (Name) could only watch with rage burning her chest.

"Your Honor, your followers are decreasing one by one! Look, the statues located in the West have burned down, too! The East's have yours scribbled. And the North's—"

"Shh," (Name) shushed her assistant, "Let me have my moment and process this. Don't add more bad news into this—"

"Your Honor! Celestia has just sent out a decree," How unfortunate. The said god inhaled deep breath, trying to stabilize the overwhelming burdens. One problem stacked after the other. And right now, she could only suspect what Celestia was about to do to her.

"The pigs are released and massacred by the monsters. The Celestials believed you're incompetent in keeping the safety of your followers and your object of worship. Therefore—"

"Let me guess, I get stripped off, and they decided to kick me out?" (Name) eyed her other poor assistant whose feet were trembling. Before the poor assistant could nod their head, (Name) had already snatched the decree scroll from their hands.

The boar let out a sigh and quickly attempted to cover up its ears.

"Cowards!! Tell them I object this piece of sh*t! How dare they f*cking throw me out when I literally was the one who's facing their sh*tty problems?!"

How would you describe an image of a god? Would it be one with wisdom and calm maturity, like an ocean shore crashing against the stone stable enough? With the title of god of Promise and god of pigs, she would've been seen as the highly respected one.

However, not even the assistants who were trembling were even surprised with the profanities spoken. "F*ck them! F*ck it! F*ck everything!"

[This is the tale of a god with an insane pride and blinded with uncontrolled rage.]

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"You're saying... I need to make him my follower?"

The sight of a young boy walking around aimlessly within the woods. His clothes ragged and unfitting to be worn, one eye injured. The boy staggered across, helpless as he was.

After being descended into a foreign land—in which wasn't even a place that had ever heard of (Name), she needed to find ways to return to her domain and regain her name and power. Meanwhile, her assistant disguised as a boar snorted out a reply, "Just do something, Your Honor. The string of vows is slowly being cut one by one, and there's no one to receive justified punishment from you."

"Or is it because you're scared that someone will hunt you down, and I can't protect you because I'm no longer God of Pigs?" (Name) was quick to throw her response at the boar, in which the boar could only stay silent and cleared its throat. "That's not the point. In my heart, you'll always be my god."

"Lies! Don't think I didn't know about how you said the same thing to other gods who give you food!"

"That's not the point!" The boar refuted back, huffing in annoyance.

A crack sound voiced within the quiet woods, followed with a light thud. (Name) turned her attention back onto the boy, seeing him fall down on the floor. Every corner of his body was dirtied and bruised. His dark blue hair could've been ravishing, stained with dust and dirt. And the night sky blue eye staring around his surroundings after processing his fall, now turned to look at (Name)'s direction.

The boar beside her let out a snort and ran away, leaving (Name) to stand there alone. 'This child...' her thought echoed in her head, observing the way the child looked at her—barely containing any emotions, just wariness against her. The longer he looked at her, the more it clicked within—a vision appeared, the more she wanted to back down in swelling anger.

'A kheanriah!'

The child continued to look at her, tilting his head a little bit as if to get a better angle view of her amid the darkness of the woods. Hostile, the young boy tried to stand up—scraps and traces of light blood stained his feet, he staggered to stand.

Viewing such scene, she decided to put away her questioning and her judgment. "What's your name?" she asked.

"..." The young boy remained silent. The longer he looked at her, the more she was sure this boy was indeed from the fallen nation. "Your name," she spoke again, mouthing it clearly. Still, the boy remained hostile and silent.

"Oh." This boy wouldn't speak unless he was given a surge of assurance, that he was safe and no one would harm him. (Name) let out a small sigh, not knowing what to do. If her power had remained with her and her original energy stuck through, things would've been easier.

The h/c haired god looked around her surroundings, finding a few flowers and some fruits that were safe. She picked them one by one, then tried to make a neat bouquet. "You don't need to tell me your name," she told him as she handed him the flowers and few fruits she picked out.

The young boy looked at the flowers and the fruits, vigilant still. "It's safe. See?" (Name) picked up the fruit and bit it, then stared back at him with a knowing look. "You haven't drunk any water, have you? You need to clean yourself too."

The young boy remained reluctant. However, his starving stomach grumbled again, telling him he shouldn't resist the gifts. It was weird to say how a god would give an offering to a human child—and a cursed history at that.

The boy pointed at (Name) as if asking who she was. (Name) could gain a follower if she were to mention her name, and she could return back to Celestial right away if this boy gave her an offering and vowed to be her loyal follower. However, she knew such chances would be thin, considering the boy's history. "You didn't give me your name, so I won't give you mine."

"...Ka..." The boy's lips parted to speak. However, his voice was just a passing wind into (Name)'s hearing. Without her power and her status, she couldn't catch anything this boy said. The h/c haired lady shook her head. "No need to tell me your name. I'll know later in the future."

She stood up from where she kneeled in front of the child—looking at where the wind blew and how delightful and mind clearing it tasted. "You should go to the west then the north." (Name) glanced at the boy's defenseless form, with nothing to protect him from those lurking monsters.

Even if the hilichurls came from the same kind, how could they recognize him in such dark and starving woods? "Here." She took out the dagger she kept and handed it over to him, knowing well she couldn't provide this child any protection or divine sorts. "Use this only when you need to. You don't have to kill anyone or anything, got it? Your safety should be your top priority."

The young boy glanced at the dagger before he nodded his head and ran off to where she instructed him.

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