~Even as the Years Pass, I Could Never Forget You~

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It felt like the whole incident only happened yesterday. The thing is, it actually happened four years ago. The boys are now around five years old. Foolish is around eighteen years old. She would have been around twenty. Foolish continues to raise the boys, along with the help of Techno, Wilbur, and Philza. None of them would ever be able to get over the grief of her death. Puffy had set out to sail the seas. None of them knew when she would be back. Dream had taken his friends and moved far away. Foolish is washed over with grief all over again when something happens during a casual day at home.

"Dad! Come here! Tommy's crying and I don't know why!"

Foolish sighed, getting up off the couch and running over to Tubbo and Tommy to see what's wrong. Foolish's heart wrenched when he saw Tommy on the ground crying. He knelt down and hugged Tommy.

"What's wrong, bud?"

Tommy looked up at Foolish, tears staining the boy's face and glistening his eyes. Tommy seemed to be in pain. The question was what the pain was coming from.

"My back hurts... like really bad..."

Foolish's eyes widened in realization as he realized why Tommy might be in pain. He immediately picked up his comms and called Philza. It was static at first but soon he heard a voice come through.

"Heya, mate. What's up?"

"Hi, Phil. So, um, I think Tommy's possibly growing his wings and I don't know how to deal with that yet-"

"I'm coming over, mate. Just keep Tommy as calm as you can."

And just like that, the call was ended. Foolish was still a little panicked but he tried to calm Tommy as best as possible. He offered cookies, a movie, anything he thought might keep the boy calm. It surprised him a bit when Tommy asked for a story. So, Foolish helped Tommy lay down on the couch. Tubbo immediately ran to sit by his brother, also ready for a story-time.

"So, what do you boys want to hear a story about?"

Tommy was the one that responded, obvious embarrassment on his face.

"I want to hear the story about the beautiful goddess and the poor, mortal boy..."

Foolish gave a small smile, sadness barely showing through the smile but it was still there.

"Of course, Tommy."

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There once was a mere mortal boy. His family was poor and everyone he knew seemed to betray him one way or another. He had lost his father at a young age. Well, he didn't know that. He actually didn't even know if he had a father. He had an older brother and a younger sister. Yet, his brother had signed to be a soldier early on in life. That meant his brother was never home and left the boy to be the so called 'man of the house'. If anything, that would be his mother. They boy did whatever his family asked of him. You need him to go off to the market? Off he goes to buy produce. The boy loved his family and would do whatever his family asked of him. He was a hardworking young lad that's work went unnoticed by fellow mortals.

But not by a goddess. When she had started watching the boy from the skies, she was only doing it for the fun of it. But what had started off as a boredom activity became a constant the goddess' life. She couldn't go a day without making sure the boy was alright. It had become a bit of an obsession. But that wasn't what it was. It was pure adoration. Love. So the goddess decided to do something. She would walk among the mortals for a bit and get to know the boy better. She would become friends with the boy and then one day, she would ask him to walk the clouds with her. To become her only love for the rest of time.

And so the goddess hid her true appearance. She transformed herself to look like a young woman. But not a beautiful woman. One who looked to have originated from a poor family. It was a test of the true heart. If the boy could love her when she was not at her most beautiful state, the boy truly had a heart of gold. 

And so, she began her little project. She introduced herself to the boy and they became friends quickly. It took a couple of months before they confessed to each other. But when they did, the goddess wondered if that was the closest she would ever get to obtaining a piece of heaven. The goddess revealed who she actually was and the boy was left stunned. The boy refused to walk the clouds for the rest of eternity with her when she offered it. He couldn't leave behind his family. And that made the goddess come up with a deal. She would turn the entire family immortal. But sadly, it would have to come at a cost. He would have to give up some of his humanity. The boy accepted.

And so, the goddess let the boy's mother, sister, and brother move into the palace she had up in the clouds. She held the boy's hand as she led him to their room. And that's when his humanity started to fade ever so slightly. Dark grey feathers started blossoming all over his body, wings bursted out of his back, his feet began to be more talon like. He was becoming more like a bird. A crow to be exact. He looked at the goddess in front of him, a look of pain and love clouding his eyes. The goddess walked over to the boy and gently caressed his wing. The boy seemed to calm down, even if it was just slightly.

The family lived in harmony for years on end. And by years, I mean decades. Maybe even centuries! And that was when the now crow of a man had an idea. He wanted to help his beloved goddess with her job, so why not give her a few clients? 

The man flew down to an unrighteous monarchy and unsheathed his sword. He slayed the entirety of that castle that night except for the children. When he got home to the palace that night, his goddess looked at him with a stern look before she smiled. She appointed him to be her Angel of Death. He gladly accepted the position. She was his goddess after all.

It's said that he wanders the Earth to this day. His goddess sometimes taking the form of a mortal body. It's said they had children but no one exactly knows. The only downside if they did have children would be that the children would most likely be mortal. As with everything else on this planet. 

Yet, that is the story. The story of the Goddess of Death obtained her beloved Angel of Death. And one thing is clear. They would never fall apart.

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Foolish looked over to the couch beside him. Tommy was still wide awake, his eyes shining with excitement. Tubbo was laying down beside him, fast asleep. 

"Dad, is there more to the story?!"

Foolish chuckled, shaking his head.

"Not that I know of, bud. But are you feeling any better?"

Tommy nodded his head vigorously before yelping in pain. He tried to reach for his back but was stopped by Foolish gently dragging the boy's hands away from his back.

"That would probably just hurt you more, bud."

Tommy sighed before hugging Foolish. Foolish just smiled down at the boy. 

Finally after waiting for what felt like hours, Philza had arrived to help with the whole wing situation. In a mere few hours, the wings had blossomed out of Tommy's back. Blood-red wings. Wings that looked exactly like his mother's. It made Foolish want to mourn all over again. Tommy might have the wings of Y/N but it couldn't change the fact that she was still gone, and it made him want to mourn and cry out his anguish. But he couldn't, for he knew he had mourned for her more than he should have. So even as the years pass on, he would never and could never forget her.

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