God of Blood, God of Death

Dream

"Calling for me? Now that's something I'd never thought I'd hear..." the voice whispers in his ear, freezing Technoblade straight. Hands roll down his sides, settling on his hips. Hot breath is on his neck. Yet, there's no hammer in his heart. Not even a stutter. If it'd been back then, he probably would've slumped his shoulders. Admitting defeat from that very phrase alone. "... I've been so lonely since you left."

"Stop." He spits it out. It's like spoilt milk, a sour aftertaste from something he'd never wanted in the first place.

"Pardon?"

"Stop it, Dream," he repeats, glaring at the ground as the fire continues to build up the trees around him.

"Why? Afraid you'll lose yourself? Afraid you'll like -" a choked sound leaves Dream's throat, startling Technoblade.

He jumps forwards, spinning around to see a dark feathered man standing in the flames, five feet away. The same spot he'd seen him that day... between them, Dream spins, his white mask smiling despite the blood running down his neck.

"He said, stop," Philza echoes him, staring Dream down from across the field.

All Technoblade can do is stand there and watch. It's as if his very being is frozen, seeing Philza stand in the flames, stand up to a god. Had he followed him this entire time...? Did he know who he was speaking to? Surely he had to, he'd said his name moments before.

Then Dream steps towards Philza and Technoblade moves all too quickly. As if the energy that had been trapped within his body triggers. He knows Dream didn't have to move a single step to Philza to harm him. He's playing with his food. Technoblade's done playing.

With a steady hand, he tears through Dream's left wing with his axe, the netherite going through feather and skin, drawing gold blood to the surface. Dream spins around instantly, drawing his own netherite sword that shimmers and ripples in the starlight.

Technoblade's quick on his feet to match his pace, block attacks and landing them as the two push apart and pull together in a song and dance that'll only end with one - if not both - dead. Technoblade's hoof pushes against the chared ground, regret rising in his chest as he realizes that this meadow held more than a few loose flowers.

His eyes dart down to the Alstroemeria, now burnt because of him, and a pang of guilt hits him. It's enough for him to stumble backwards. Dream shoves him the rest of the way to the ground. He lands on the charred earth, his cape fanned out around him as Dream stands above him, the taunting smile of his mask staring into Technoblade's soul.

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this," Dream chuckles to himself, raising the blade high above his head.

Technoblade isn't even allowed time to react before the blade's dropping down towards him. He braces for the impact. Knowing the consequence of his actions was coming.

There's a bark behind him, and something rushes past his head. Dream goes stumbling as two large wolves crash into him, pushing him away from Technoblade. As he blinks at this, watching the wolves snarl at Dream, a dark figure joins them, wielding only a staff with something gold gripped between his teeth.

"You're not doing this again, Dream," he hears Philza snarl, pushing Dream backwards.

The god stares at him, his mask still unblinking, frozen in the same expression as he dances with Philza. The crash of netherite against enchanted wood rings through the meadow as Technoblade gets to his feet once more, watching for an into the fight.

"Why do you even care? You're just an Elytra," Dream spits, pushing Philza backwards.

"You sick bastard, you don't even remember. You don't even remember her, do you?!" Philza growls, ramming his staff into Dream's stomach.