a gods sacrifice

stressful day-

Golden heeled boots quickly walked across the tiled floor, making a soft 'tap' in its wake. The God the boots belonged to walked quickly through his temple, watching as servants scurried around. 

Today was a very important day, which left everyone involved feeling a sense of stress.

Today was when they would visit. Tubbo and Ranboo.

Tubbo was the god of earth, nature, and everything in it. Ranboo on the other hand was the God of the moon and stars. The three gods were very close because of how much they all had to work together. 

They were called the holy trinity, The three aspects of life itself.

Despite being so close they didn't get to see each other often, being the fundamental beings that keep life well- alive is very time consuming. 

So every couple of eons they've made it a habit to visit each other in a ball, which takes place at a different temple each time. 

This year it is his temple. Which means it needs cleaned, and shined, and polished-

Ok maybe not all of that. He always keeps his home in pristine condition. But this has to be perfect for one simple fact.

They have yet to meet Tommy's proxies.

They are not against them, no. On the contrary they have some of their own. Three each if he recalls correctly. 

(It's quite funny how all of them have to do things in threes)

Sighing as he steps in front of a grand looking door, bearly flicking his wrists as it swings open and he steps inside. Smiling slightly at the sight that greets him.

Wilbur is sat on the gods throne (and while it should make him mad, it just sends a feeling of warmth through his chest) with his legs thrown over the side of it. He seems to be mocking Technoblade as the pinkette desperately tries to get him off.

"Wah wah wah! I'm Technoblade, and I'm such a stick in the mud-"

"I am not, you A grade moron. That is Tommy's throne not yours. you're disrespecting it just sitting on it."

This earns an offended squawk from the brunette as he sits up and starts to try and smack at the other. Only to get more upset when his arm is grabbed and he's yanked off the seat.

Tommy laughs, catching the twos' attention, standing up straighter as they bow. 

The God snorts as he steps closer. "Sorry to break up your fun but I need your help picking something out for the ball tonight." He asks lightly, smiling a bit wider at Wilbur's excited gasp.

"YOU NEED OUR HELP?! Haha yes! I am going to make you look perfect! Oh I could put you into so many different colors-" the man rambled as he ran and grabbed the shorter hands, pulling them into his chest and squealing.

"Will- calm down. This is a ball, other gods will be here. I can't be looking ridiculous." Tommy scolds, gently prying his hands away.

Technoblade frowns and steps closer, standing besides Wilbur, who looks absolutely appalled at the thought of the other gods.

"Who exactly are the other gods? You still haven't told us." The pinkette inquires. 

The god smiled and shook his head. "I'm not allowed to say until they get here. But I need to ask you all a favor. Please- PLEASE be on your best behavior." The blond pleads, grasping each of their hands.

Wilbur and Technoblade look at each other for a moment before quietly nodding. Tommy smiles at this, relief evident in his face.

"Thank you. Now come on we need to find Phil so he can help as well. For as much as I love you two, you have no fashion sense." The blond says walking away, ignoring the noises of disagreement. 

He hopes this all goes smoothly. 

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