Chapter: 1
The day had started like any other. Phil, Wilbur, and Technoblade all sat around their kitchen table. Phil drinking his coffee, Techno reading his book, and Wilbur eating his sand. The same scene they have repeated many times over.
The three gods had been roommates for a millennium and had each other's routines memorized down to a tea. So they never really bothered to look up from what they were doing and well socialize. It was too early in the morning to socialize anyways.
The trio lived in a cottage in the middle of the woods. They were isolated from the rest of society through miles of forest life only coming out when needed. And they rarely needed to. So all that had, and all that they wanted was in one place away from people that could ruin it.
Their cottage was small and humble with just enough rooms for all of them plus one spare room. It was made up of cobblestone and oak wood. And around the cottage grew wildflowers and vines that desperately clung to the house. They even had a small barn outback that housed their cattle and many wolves. It was a quiet yet peaceful life. That they never felt like changing. According to Techno, it was their 'retirement'.
After all of the wars they fought in, all of the loved ones lost, and all of the people they killed. They could finally just rest.
But nothing lasts forever. They all knew that.
But the roommates were powerful beings danger practically followed them. So they were used to it by now.
First, there was Philza the Angel of Death, and God of immortality as well as crows. He was blessed with golden blonde hair, sky blue eyes, and enormous grey wings. He was a confident scary leader who people knew was not to be messed with. (Though he was also known for adopting random small children he found on the streets)
Then there was the infamous Technoblade the Blood God who always brought a trail of death in his trail. He was tall with pink hair and tusks that poked out of his mouth. Unlike most gods, Technoblade was once human and became a God through a curse of immortality and voices that was placed onto him.
Then finally there was Wilbur the God of Sirens and Music. He was known for causing anteaters to go extinct and eating sand. Wilbur had curly brown hair, brown eyes, and was known for wearing a trenchcoat and a beanie. And surprisingly people feared him the most. Then again who wouldn't be afraid of a man who willingly ate sand?
All the three gods could do was sit and wait for the next activity on their schedules. Which was way too awkward for all of them.
"I'm going hunting." Techno quickly declared and they all seemed to sigh in relief at the broken silence
"Alright, mate! Just make sure you don't accidentally catch half of the forest animals again." Phil joked as Techno got up from the table
"In my defense that one time." He said as he made his way across the kitchen where his hunting bag and bow hung on the wall.
"Sure..." Wilbur said joining in on their conversation
"Fine. I won't." Techno finally replied recalling upon the multiple times he did wipe out most of the animal population in their area and awful it went each time
Techno slung his bag over his shoulder and held his bow in his hand. He then made his way to the door of the kitchen and said goodbye to Wilbur and Phil. All of their doors were abnormally large due to how tall all of the gods in the house were so he never had to worry about ducking down under door frames which was very appreciated. As he walked down the hallway to the front door he passed by old pictures of him, Phil, and Wilbur. It was always a game to figure out when the pictures were taken or what they were even doing in the picture. But that was just something that came with immortality.
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Godly Struggles
FanfictionWhen Technoblade finds a baby in the woods it becomes Wilbur, Philza, and his job to take care of it. Surely three gods can handle taking care of a measly baby right? Right?