Things That Need To Pass (passerine!Technoblade x OC) {COMPLETED}

The Green God

(3rd person POV)

Philza met Techno's eyes. "He's calling."

Techno nodded, gripping his trident tighter. "And we're answering."

They moved as a unit through the dead city, no sound except for the howling of the wind and the insistent toll of the bells. The closer they got to the heart of the city, the more Techno felt like each footstep was not his own. 

There was a greater gravity, pulling them forwards, giving them no choice but to descend.

And then as he came around a bend, he saw it: a belltower rising towards the sky, its bells still pealing away, and beneath its long shadow, a church of marble with its doors thrown open. An invitation.

"It's not too late to turn back around," Techno said.

"Yes," Wilbur said, "it is," and climbed the stairs to his apotheosis.

What else could Techno do but follow?

They walked into the church, and found him immediately.

He was sitting on a pulpit of marble, his legs dangling over its gilded edge. He was calmly reading a book, eyes leisurely moving across the leather-bound pages. His eyes were the most striking thing about him, an unnatural shade of green that reminded Techno of overripe grapes, sour instead of sweet and rotten to the core. 

The rest of him was... unremarkable. Save for the fact that he was wearing nothing more than a faded-white tunic and trousers in the freezing cold, he could have passed for a mortal: curly dark-blonde hair tucked behind his ears, hands wrapped in bandages up to the knuckles, and a face that could have been a face Techno passed on the street a million times over without remembering it. 

No obsidian wings or eyes the color of fresh-drawn blood. A man, not a god.

Philza and Techno exchanged a glance.

Is this really him? the quirk of Techno's eyebrow asked.

I have no idea, Philza's shrug replied.

"Green God," Wilbur said loudly, stepping further into the church. "We have come to demand—"

The man—the god?—raised a finger to silence him, not taking his eyes off his book. Wilbur glanced back at Techno, his face in open disbelief. For a moment, the three of them stood at the threshold, awkwardly shifting from foot to foot as the green-eyed being read on. 

Then, after a while, he took a deep breath, nodding to himself as he snapped the book closed and finally considered the three of them standing below him.

And then he smiled, and there was no question about what he was. There was nothing kind in him. This was a god, through and through.

"Finally," he said. "I was beginning to think you'd never show."

Techno froze.

No. It couldn't be. It wasn't possible. It wasn't.

Out of the corner of his eye, Techno could see Wilbur, his mouth agape. He had never seen him so terrified.

"No," Techno whispered, or maybe he screamed it. "You, too?"

Wilbur slowly nodded, unwilling—or maybe unable—to rip his wide-eyed gaze from the Green God.

Because that voice that came out of the Green God's mouth... It was the voice. Singular this time, and not a chorus, but still the same voice that had hounded Techno through the centuries, that had tied him irrevocably to a young prince and his forest fire brother.