DreamSMP Age Regression ; Iconic Collabs Edition

At Your Mercy

I've decided I'm going to be reposting oneshots with Techno in them. I deleted them in a heavily emotion impacted choice, and realize with a clearer head that Techno wouldn't want us to erase him from our memories or forget him, and as writing it part of my memories, I'll he reposting them slowly.

TW/CW: mentions of eating something live, blood, technical kidnapping, forced regression, mentions of death, mentions of war, satanic rituals, mentions of demonic curses, heavy mentions of religion, Mention of abuse

god!Techno kidnaps Dream thinking he's an offering. He sees Dream as a toddler and treats him as such. Whenever transporting to Techno's realm, he made a mistake and has to face the consequences as he slowly regresses. Techno gets all soft and mushy since Little!Dream is the cutest thing ever

All the history stuff was written with my cowriter of this book, Withering_Orchids !

Смерть и её ангел means Death and its angel
Poslednyaya Nadezhda means last hope

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In history books, the village of Azalea is a peacefully quaint town with sweet and humble people.

Well, only some of that is true.

When the first settlers of Azalea came, they had unknowingly settled on land which was claimed by the Native Indian tribe in the area.

Enraged, they moved during the night and burned down their houses. Only few of them made it out alive.

They made the wise decision to move close to the Daekrahm tribe, which was known for taking people in and welcoming them as family.

While both tribes grew close, a few people from Azalea disagreed with the decision of relying upon other people. It started with a few fist-fights, then growing into a full-blown war.

The peace which kept them together was obliterated as they fought day in and day out. Though both sides had lost a good amount of their people, Azalea took the brunt of it.

They had flown their white flag and surrendered to Daekrahm. In hopes of finding a place that was left untouched by harm, they had trekked through mountains and blizzards, hurricanes and pounding rains.

Illnesses grew throughout the remainders of their group, most succumbing to their sickness. It would be not in vain as they soon stumbled upon the land they saw as perfect.

Flourishing green grass which covered the ground entirely. Acres of fertile land, excellent for farming.

They built houses and farmed for resources, building their economy.

They had worshipped a holy deity and asked for protection from hostile tribes and diseases which could them and their animals.

This God is the Blood God, who promised that they will be under his guard as long as they gave offerings every week to thank the god for helping them and showing their gratitude.

These offerings consisted of many potatoes, the God's favourite, weapons to aid in war, and occasionally live animals for his consumption.

Every year, they change who delivers the offerings every year until they pass.

The votive statue of the Blood God lies in a temple of holy worship, grandeur engravings depicting his many victories, all made in Gold.

Dream was a simple farmer's boy, he had been very young when their village finally got settled in the peaceful land, and had grown up on the farm.