If, and Only If || (Xiao x Reader)

二十

"There's only one other person who had been able to summon such demons, and they have pass—" Zhongli stopped himself again, earning looks from the other two men.

Xiao quirked another eyebrow, at his sudden realizing look on his face. He heard Zhongli mumbling a few things, along the lines of, "No, they have been killed..." or "How could they..."He couldn't make out the rest.

"Do you have an idea of who it is, blockhead?" Venti chimed in first, in hopes of knowing what he was frantically worried about.

"I think I should take my leave. If there are any other problems, please come to Bubu Pharmacy." Baizhu nodded and left. He was a very busy man indeed.

"Dolos, the god of manipulation. He lived thousands of years ago, during the archon war. And he was capable of summoning thousands of demons." Zhongli explained briefly to Venti.

Xiao knew that name from somewhere. He heard it from someone else, and he knows he hates that name. Or whoever they were. He subconsciously gripped the bed sheets, in anger. Why was he so angry?

"Do you think he was the one who did that then?" Venti asked him, and Zhongli wasn't quite sure himself.

"Y/N have long sealed him, or killed him a long time ago. He is somebody to be aware of certainly. He had once abducted her before."

It was Venti's turn to scrunch his eyebrows in confusion.

"That's terrible. Whoever he is, I'd like to have a word with them." Venti crossed his arms, looking genuinely angered himself. And an angry face plastered over his usual cheerful calm facial expression was quite rare. He wasn't the one to hold such grudges.

Xiao knew that, so Y/N must be very important to them. And they both must hate this Dolos, as much as he felt the need to hate whoever 'Dolos' was. He released the bed sheets from his strong grip, and looked at his blood stained shirt. Until something caught his eyes.

The small jar with something bright was inside. The jar had a string attached, which was hooked onto the side of his lower torso.

Intrigued, he undid the string to bring the trinket close to his eyes, and saw the star, ball of light.

It felt important...

He found peace looking at the jar.

"If you ever feel like you are being succumbed to the darkness, look at this star. It will help you cope with it. And if you feel up for it, feel free to wish upon it, and this star shall guide you to your answer. Done."

Those words repeated in his head, something engraved into his mind. He heard a cheerful and reassuring voice. Of a women. But of who? Could this be the person that is known as Y/N?

Would he still find an answer even though he wasn't necessarily succumbed by the darkness? Would this star really guide him to his answer?

Zhongli looked at the small star in Xiao's hand. And his eyes softened as he saw how closely Xiao was staring at it. He was trying to remember.

Venti was still ranting on the many ways he would make Dolos suffer.

Zhongli closed his eyes with a small smile, and nodded lightly, in recognition.