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unlikely selenelion

8 - and by the holy rock i stand, as blessed as the sacred ram -- i see the trail of shoulders i've climbed over. by god, i'll bloody up my hands with everything i am to cut away the mountains i've made and fill the dales below.

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in the connected legend of the blind witch and the masked man, and the dragon residing within the end - slain by the angel of death and his first born son, the blood god's champion; there was something nobody knew, a forgotten detail because those who were aware of the detail either perished or were mutilated by magic.

"you've caused the death of my other half," dream gritted out, bleeding out with his body far away from george's - the blood god's axe was pulled out of his torso, and the blond man coughed and wheezed as blood trailed down his bloodied lips. "and with the last of my magic; i shan't grant for your days to flow smoothly, you shall gaze upon blood as it spills like liquid magnificence, technoblade." the man grunted, veins glowing lightly as the pinkette yelled out in pain - a boar mask materializing onto his face, "you shall lack autonomy, and defend the very beast you've sworn to slay."

"tech!" philza called out, rushing to his son, and the latter cried and crawled over to his father as he tried to pull the mask away. technoblade has felt pain before, abnormal pain for a ten year old to experience but normal for the blood god's champion - technoblade mourned the fact that he'll probably never see his brothers grow up, and that if he was trapped and got to see them again - he might not recognize them. "dream, what the bloody hell did you do to my son?!" the angel of death roared, wings flaring up as the blood god's champion laid limp and malleable.

"i've granted him a fate he deserves, angel of death." the masked man snarled, his porcelain mask cracked and dusted with dirt and grime - yet not revealing his eyes, turning them to stone would be too kind, and dream didn't want to be kind. "and you, philza, shall become the unstable beast residing within this realm - enslaving your first born and spreading the blood of your two younger sons onto his hands, you shall live with the guilt of silken lavenders and chrysanthemums blooming on your antlers when the curse is gone." dream continued, as he feebly moved closer to george's corpse - cradling the witch's body within his limp arms as he stared up at the end's sky. the porcelain mask clad man laughed as he heard the angel of death resisting his transformation.

"why are you doing this?!" philza rasped out, gripping his left wrist tightly for his left hand has turned into claws. "we could've went through this without violence."

"yes! exactly-" dream laughed maniacally, coughing up blood as he held george tighter and closer to his body. "you could've entered here passively, you could have not announced yourself as a threat for my beloved's guardian, you could've helped me stabilize the dragon with your magic, philza." the blond yelled, his lungs hurt, his throat hurts. "but no, you've entered this realm impulsively -- and took away the life of my beloved, my other half. so yes, we could've went through this without violence; you could've helped me, but you've failed me, angel." dream laughed lightly - inky, black tears cascading down his cheeks and staining the edges of his porcelain mask. "you've failed me, and now - i vow to make sure that you'll fail your other sons too."

dream didn't want to be a villain, he didn't want things to end up this way - the blond just wanted to be with his lover; to bask within life's wonders with george, but he couldn't even have that. his childhood was ripped away from his fragile hands, and now -- so was his lover.

"and with the final ounce of my magic, for you - my love; i daresay that we'll gaze at galaxies, and glaze over time and its duration - we shall, in death, bask in our honeyed memories." the blond man murmured, embracing the witch within his arms as philza's body morphed into a dragon's, and as technoblade took dream's place as the masked dragon guardian - except, he was kept in a trance with the boar mask resting on his face.