One day, in the early months of 2004, on the 9th of April, a child was born. Not just any child, the son of death herself.
This child would come to face many challenges along the way, but first, he had to live out his days of childhood, with his father and two adoptive brothers, Young Tommy began his journey, in a world that would soon betray him..
Meet Tommy careful danger kraken Innit Minecraft. A young boy the age of 16. The god of Chaos, the only biological son of death, and the least respected member of the DreamSMP.
But that will all change soon enough, so, let me tell you his story, and how his entire life changed, from simply showing his true self..
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Tommy hugged his mother for the last time, for she was to return to her home land. Tommy was only a child and didn't understand much, but when his mother left, and didn't return for years, he decided it was time to question his father.
"Dad?"
"Yes Tommy?"
"..Where did Mum go.?"
Philza was stunned, it'd been 10 years since Kristen left, had Tommy still held on to his memory of her for this long?
"What do you mean mate?"
"Mum, when she left us all those years ago, where did she go?"
"Tommy.."
"I deserve to know!"
Tommy was 15, and still didn't give up on figuring out who his mother was, Phil knew he'd have to tell him sooner or later, so now was the time.
"You know death right?"
"Yeah?"
"Well you see, your mother was death herself. She had things to take care of."
Tommy just stood there confused. His mother was death? No way that was possible, right?
"So she's like a god?"
"Sure Tommy. Actually, there's one thing I feel like I should tell you, your not exactly a human either. You yourself, are likely a god."
Since that conversation, Tommy had tried to do research on god's and death herself alike. He didn't have much to go off of, so in an attempt to learn more, he moved to the DreamSMP. And this, is where his story begins.
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Not long after Tommy started his studies in the DreamSMP, he met a boy just around his age, who was also studying mythology and god's. He had brown fluffy hair covering his eyes, and a pair of ram horns atop his head.
The two had become very close friends since then, and had continued to study together, which tended to end up with the duo arguing other many silly things. Although, they quickly learnt alot about god's, and death herself.
'Its said that many years ago, Death Came and fell in love with a god living on earth. They spent years together, and other thousands of years, they had a child who was gifted the title, god of Chaos, who would ultimately-'
And then it ended there, the rest of the pages about Her son ripped out. Although the info was enough. Tommy understood what this meant for him, and he wasn't going to let it go to waste.
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Time skip
Tommy glared at his old friend in confusion and anger, his peers around him screaming at him. Tubbo had chosen to stray from their plan that they had confirmed only minutes prior to the meeting.
"Tubbo what?! You- We- We agreed-"
"Tommy, I made a promise to do what is best for the nation, and you- your presence here, is not the best for this nation."
Tommy was taken aback, how could his best friend betray him so quickly? So easily? Did he not care. Did he not remember?
"Dream, please escort Tommy out my nation."
Tommy looked at the ground as Dream started towards him.
"Pathetic Mortals."
Tommy muttered under his breathe, then turned and walked past his peers, still in shock, Dream quickly caught up with the kid, walking by his side.
Tommy then decided, he would no longer let a god be underestimated by mortals like them, starting, with his new best friend, and mortal enemy, Dream.
And oh boy was Dream going to regret ever messing with the God of Chaos.
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Son Of Death
FanficA god Tommy Au. " I'm tired of you MORTALS disrespecting a GOD. " One day, in the early months of 2004, on the 9th of April, a child was born. Not just any child, the son of death herself..