Prompts and stuff

Trapped in the Underworld

Credit to BlueWeirdness on Ao3 for the idea!

This is my first time in a while writing something other than a prompt or poem-

Edit: as I was writing this I should probably say that the POV mostly switches between Tommy and SBI, so sorry if that's confusing-
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The sound of crows 'caw' wasn't unusual. Most bird sounds were not unusual when in the meadow. That's why Tommy didn't suspect anything strange when a crow wanted him to follow it.

He had been playing with his friends, Ranboo and Tubbo, who where Satyrs that he had known for years. His mom introduced them to him when he was 8, and now he's 16. He doesn't see his mom very often, but that's alright. She's busy being a god.

Tommy isn't a god like his mom, but he's a demigod. It might not be the same thing, but that's why his mom made him meet the Satyrs, for protection. Even if gods don't have time to care for their kids, Clemontine tries her best.

When Tommy followed the crow he saw some of the prettiest flowers he's ever seen. They looked to be a rose, but had dark purple-ish black petals, with poison green stems and plenty of thorns. They where surrounded by a puffy purple pollen that was being blown away by the wind.

He slowly went up to pick one of the roses, wanting to show it to his friends. He was being careful around the thorns, not wanting to be pricked by them, but the crow cawed, startling him and causing him to prick his finger.

The thorns were a lot sharper than they looked and blood slowly dripped out of the wounds, not enough to kill him, but they were painful and the skin around the cuts slowly turned the purple-ish black of the roses.
He went unconscious the second he got pricked.

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Wilbur was the god of Madness and Music. Techno blade was the god of Blood and War. Philza was the god of Death, Family, and Destruction. Together SBI ruled over the underworld.

The three gods never understood mortals. They always tried to be gods, and did stupid things that they didn't even need to do, and some just give up. None of them live their little lives to the fullest, and don't make a big difference, so why care about them?

The three always hated mortals, until a mortal demigod caught their eyes. He looks like a younger version of Philza, only having his eyes and hair being shades off.
The mortal was the Son of Clemontine, and he would spend most of his time with his friends Ranboo and Tubbo. They all would spend their days picking flowers and having picnics. When he's not with them it's when he's with his mortal father, Sam, who isn't home that often.

So, when the mortal was in the meadow with his friends, they took that as a chance to take the demigod. They made a patch of wither roses, a type of flower made from souls that's connected to the underworld. When a human gets pricked by the thorns they die instantly, but if a person is marked by a god from being either a demigod or having the interest of a god, then they just go unconscious.

The three knew the boy's satyr friends would know what the flowers are and stop him from grabbing one, so they used a crow to lead the blond away from the others. Then, when the boy was going to pick the flower they had the crow distract him, causing him to get pricked and go unconscious.

After the boy went unconscious the three teleported there and took him home to the underworld. They looked around the room that had been preparing for the mortal, planning on keeping him there for a long time. But, in the meantime, the three wanted to spend as much time with their new mortal as possible before he woke up.