Childe never struggled to keep the urges of the abyss at bay. Other than his bloodlust and near constant urge for a battle, it was never a problem to just lock the needs away. That changes after he found out that Zhongli was Morax, the very archon he had to steal the gnosis from. The abyss latches onto him like a leech and he learns the consequences of ignoring his feelings. (THIS FIC IS VERY MUCH DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT) (This is my first fic in a while, hope you like it! This is also posted on Ao3)