God's and Godess's

6. A new demi-God?

Twenty years later

The sound of metal clashing rang through their ears, the ringing sound of metal as one fighter gets the better of another.
They all demanded blood, for their god they'd offer it to them. Anything for their god. Technoblade is their.. 'host' if you will. A body for them. Not a gift by their god but a gift from the pillagers. Apparently its supposed to be a curse, the God Y/n told the voices to be nice with is probably why Technoblade doesn't consider them a curse. His God doesn't consider them a curse so neither shall he.

He is still entitled to his own opinion on them though, even if he doesn't consider them a curse.

"N-No! P-please I-I have a family!" One screamed out, as if it would save him now.

"So did I."
Technoblade brought down his diamond sword onto the grey-skinned Pillagers, splattering blood on the already red with blood walls and himself. The mansion was huge on the inside, the voices were getting too loud and killing a deer or animal didn't work like it usually did. Chat wanted sacrifices-human sacrifices.
And so, Technoblade gave them their sacrifices.

On the way outside the mansion, the air felt.. odd. Still but there was still a breeze. Like time had frozen despite things still moving. He knew this feeling, the feeling of a God making their presence known. Or at least, a God making an appearance.

Technoblade looked around, the voices grew confused. Their god wasn't there. Technoblade was sure it was the presence of a god.. apparently not.
Technoblade continued walking through the mansion.
He left the mansion unfazed, though covered in blood with a few injuries, the voices had finnaly calmed down. He could finnaly hear himself think.

He was curious as to what he felt earlier, he wasn't sure what it was. Whether it was someone watching him or his god/godess. He wasn't sure. He continued anyway, deciding it wasn't important.
On his way home he stopped by the river to clean off the blood from his skin, realising only then how injured he was. Most the the blood was his.. he couldn't even feel it during the adrenaline rush the voices gave him. Though now that he acknowledged it, it stung a little bit. He cleaned out the wound best he could before deciding it would be better for Kristen to take a look at it.

He left, heading through a birch forest, a complete contrast to the dark oak forest, which was gloomy and mysterious the birch forest felt was filled with sunlight and bright colourful plants. Phil had told him stories of another world where Elytrians were split in two. Those with dark wings and light wings.
He wondered if Phil being one with light wings, had something to do with this abundance of life.
But he could never see Kristen harming anything really, she even thought Spiders were cute. She wouldn't hurt a fly.

Technoblade came to the doorstep of Phil and Kristen's house. It was a big enough cottage. Phil even built upon it to make room for him after what happened twenty years back. Even though it's been so long, Technoblade can still vividly see his god, their wings were like Phil's, hair H/C, and their voice was echoey and god like.

Technoblade opened the door to see Kristen sitting down with a cup of tea in her hand with a God sitting infront of them. Not just a God his God. Their wings were not the same as Phils and Technoblade should be ashamed for forgetting how bright they were in comparison to Phil's. The voices argue the wings shouldn't even be compared and that it would be an insult to the God.

"Took You a while Techno" Kristen smiled clearly very cheerful. "Our God Y/n had decided to stop by." She smiled happily. Technoblade was confused, but he just stood there by the door. It wasn't everyday you see someone having tea with a god, let alone the one you warship yourself.

"Technoblade, its nice to meet you again." You turned towards him. Technoblade only now noticed Phil was preparing a tray of sandwiches for them.