barbarism (dreamnoblade)

chapter thirty two

I removed all the art I didn't make myself  because I didn't want to post them without the artist's permission.

Also there are mild mentions of suicidal thoughts in this chapter near the end, love you all and don't forget to stay safe <3

|||Wilbur POV|||

"So all I'm hearing is this chit chat about the Blood God, but none of you ever tell me what it is specifically." Wilbur leans back against the brick wall, arms crossed as his eyes dart between the three people in front of him. They lean against an alleyway close to Wilbur's selected house, all he needed now was to lure them inside.

He had gotten into contact with more people from the cult, but this time he would deal with them himself. As far as he was concerned they were just trouble for him and his family, an issue that needed to be fixed.

Why was he even bothering to do this? Maybe it was the fact that the cult puts his family in danger, or maybe it was because he tries to blame them for everything. After all it was because they screwed Technoblade over that he ended up hurting Philza.

You're just sliding the blame onto someone else. Was he?

Wilbur's mind is a mess of opposing thoughts, they clash for control everyday and leave him feeling like two different people.The actions he seeks to feed the hunger for control leave him broken with guilt the next day. But it was a cycle he didn't want to break, after all this was the only way he could feel in control, and he didn't plan on letting himself stop now. He shouldn't be feeling guilty, so why does be feel like he's suffocating?

"The Blood God is hard to explain," the middle girl speaks up, glancing towards Wilbur with a frown, her blue eyes narrow as she glares at him, "we found it in the darkest place in known existence, it's real origins are unknown."

Wilbur bites back a scoff, he could never get a straight answer out of these people. "I see, alright then. But why would you give it a body? And why Technoblade of all people?"

"Hybrids are special with their minds, I'm not sure if you know this but they have two separate consciousnesses, of course the hybrid side is always dormant, it just lingers with side effects."

"It took a while of experimentation but we learned that piglin's have a natural bloodlust." The girl shuffles closer, a wide grin spreading on her face, "we tried piglins but it never seemed to work, so that's when we moved onto the next best solution- hybrids."

"I see." Wilbur was still confused as to why they needed to give the Blood God a form, or in this case Technoblade's mind. But he didn't want to come off as hesitant, even if he thought it was all stupid the last thing he wanted to do was tic off these maniacs.

"Can't you just create a new body then? Why seek out my brother?"

"Well you see, the Blood God is one of a kind, we only have one of it in this world. So what's in his mind is the only connection we have to it."

"Yeah, we need the vessel back, and what's stopping us from torturing it out of you?" A man to his left joins in their conversation, a disgustingly smug smirk on his face as he eyes Wilbur up with foul eyes. He could feel the malice radiating off the freak.

Wilbur hums, these people seemed smarter than the last girl, more of an issue, he needed these freaks gone, dead.

"Why would I agree to that? For all I know you'll just kill me anyway." He fidgets with his hands, keeping his breathing steady to calm his heart. He wants to check if the crossbow was still there, but if he did he might reveal it to the others.