Story Scenes and Oneshots

Origin of the Blood god: Angel's reveal

So. My first Oneshot, and here's some warnings. It's angst. A ton of angst. There's a lot of fluff in here too, but as that does not require any warnings, I'm letting everyone who reads this know what to expect.

Blood.
Panic/rage attacks
Sharp weapons.
Physical transformation(of the painful kind).
Spoiled child. Because that can be a trigger too.

Alright. I think that's it. On to the scene. Which, by the way, takes up seven freakin' chapters. And every one of them is necessary, I promise. I could have included the whole thing in one whole chapter, but not everyone has the time to read a 10k or so word chapter, so....(I actually don't know how much the word count was, that was an estimate.)

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Technoblade hadn't always been his name, but it was now. He turned away from those who laughed at it, who ridiculed his mask. They scorned him and defied his title, the "Blood god". He ignored them all.

The young man leaned against a concrete wall in the hideout he shared with the rest of the Adopted Ones. His boar's skull covered most of his face, secured to his dark hair with cord, and from within the depths of bone his brown eyes gazed with indifference. His companion, a slightly older man than he, finished his texting and stretched his limbs where he sat.

"Techno?"

"Yeah?" The skull glowed slightly in the firelight from a nearby trashcan as he turned his head to look down at his golden-haired friend.

"You know how I told you that mask is more your real face than what's underneath it?"

Technoblade sat down, joining his companion on the floor. "Yeah."

"I have...an opportunity to show you what I meant." His friend's blue eyes watched him as he extended the implied invitation.

"I thought you were pretty clear, Phil." Technoblade shrugged. "What're you sayin'?"

Phil, the leader of the Adopted Ones and Technoblade's friend for the past six years, smiled in that secretive way he had. "Let's just say...this should give you some insights into what I really meant when I said that."

Curiosity sparked in Technoblade's mind and he glanced at Phil again. "Okay..." he said slowly, "so what is it?"

"You up for a little road trip, mate?" Phil stood up, brushing off his long robe, which was one of the oddities which had set him apart from the moment Technoblade had laid eyes on him. Nobody wore robes anymore.

Technoblade shrugged and also got up. "Sure. We takin' anyone with us?"

Phil shook his head. "Just you and me."

Technoblade sighed contentedly as they left the hideout, heading for one of the few working cars the little group had. Just him and Phil. It was how he liked it best.

Phil drove, heading towards the city limits and out into the countryside. Technoblade took off his mask, but only because he was tired, and it was difficult to lean against the window with the long bone knocking against it. He closed his eyes.

"Not much sleep last night, mate?" Phil's voice was sympathetic.

"Not really." Technoblade sighed. "Wilbur was next door. And Sally."

He could practically feel Phil's groan resound through the car. "I need to have a talk with that boy when we get back. I told him to wait, but he's so impatient..."

They said no more until Technoblade opened his eyes again. Phil had parked in the middle of a forest, just off the road. Technoblade rubbed his eyes as he reached for his mask again; the woods were thicker here than he'd ever seen them. Wilder, really. Where were they? He got out and strolled over to where Phil was leaning against the car, gazing into the trees. "What're we doin' here, Phil?"