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It started out of desperation. Something to eat in order to survive the Snezhnaya winters. At first, he didn’t like it. The idea itself made him want to throw up. But the constant hunger pains and no access to regular food encouraged him to go with it, to just suck it up and eat before you die.
The first was a Fatui Agent, drunk while on patrol. The Agent had branched off from his peers and was wandering the ice forest alone. They were swiftly taken out, unable to notice the sound of snow crunching over their drunken singing. It took no less than 15 minutes for him to finish eating everything that he could from the Fatui corpse. All that was left of the Fatui Agent were bits of mangled flesh, bones, organs and cloth.
That cold, snowy night mark the first time Diluc Ragnvindr succumb to his deepest, most buried desire.