#foul legacy is like the catalyst for your memories so now you remember him :DDD

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

part two to this post <333 after you died, Foul Legacy could do nothing but wander. he had killed the god who had murdered you, rage burning in his veins, but afterwards there was nothing but cold emptiness as he cradled the remains of your body, a few flowers and a handful of dust that slipped between his claws and vanished. there was nothing for him here- not anymore, without you- so he leaves, bringing only a flower with him. the humans who spot him either know him or don't, reacting with kindness or fear respectively. as Foul Legacy wanders farther and farther from your little abode, he's greeted with fear more and kindness less, but he simply learns to stay away from mortals. he doesn't care how they react, anyway. it doesn't hurt his feelings if they scream and run away, and the most kindness gets anyone is a simple nod from him. for Foul Legacy, emotion has simply ceased to be. Morax takes him in, perhaps out of usefulness, perhaps out of pity, and Foul Legacy becomes akin to an adeptus- reclusive, immortal, and deadly- while Morax works on something of his own. the newly crowned Archon of Geo always regarded you fondly, with something between pity and kinship. you were so weak for a god, too gentle and kind to survive something like the Archon War, but there was no denying that you brought a certain light to Liyue, always looking out for the people and creatures around you. and unlike the other fallen gods, some of your essence had remained in the form of the plants in your garden, so well-tended to that a few had persevered as the others withered. perhaps, Morax muses, your return could also bring some of that light back into Foul Legacy's life. but when you finally awaken, in the reconstructed body Morax has made, your eyes are blank, void of the sweet caring from before. you sit quietly or aimlessly move around the domain, staring out the window and barely responding the questions. it's not that you're cruel or ruthless- you're just empty. Morax, swallowing his guilt, allows you to continue living in the domain in the hopes that your spark will return to no avail. Foul Legacy visits one day, to report the status of clearing the dead gods' remains from Liyue. he's unaffected, as a creature from the Abyss, and the task keeps him distracted from the hollowness that threatens to engulf him day after day. he awaits Morax's arrival, still holding his spear and blood still splashed on his armor, when you wander into the room by chance and Foul Legacy's heart stops. you stare at him, blankly, looking at his horns and glittering wings and dull azure eye, and a single tear trickles down your cheek. the next thing Foul Legacy feels is your arms hugging him as best you can, pressing yourself against his chest and crying, and he swoops down to meet you, clasping your hands in his own as he sobs, too. you press your forehead against his, apologizing over and over again, and Foul Legacy whimpers and cries and allows himself to break, the emptiness in his heart filling with overwhelming relief and joy. you're tearful, but your eyes are sparkling, and his is filled with just as much light as yours because the kind, sweet god he loves is back, you're really back, you're here. when Morax enters, slightly late, he sees you with the first smile he's seen since you perished, an old flower in your palms and Foul Legacy's cheek snuggled into your hair as he purrs, strong and rumbling with your return.