The Blood of The Covenant

A New Roommate

His home wasn't much but it was something: a one room treehouse with rickety windows that didn't really close properly. He had a bed made from pillows and blankets and a place to store his few supplies. He even had a small water gathering system that got him a decent amount of water every time it rained – definitely enough to last him a month – so he often disconnected it when it wasn't needed. He wouldn't need anything for a few days, so he got to doing what he loved. He pulled a small notebook from beside his 'bed' and let the words flow onto the page, curling up into the corner cosily.

That had been his plan until a bloodied dude in a cloak threw his hatch open and climbed inside before promptly passing out. Platinum blond hair, paper white skin and red eyes that fluttered shut as he fainted. Anyone else probably would have started screaming but the teen had done this before and just sighed as he pulled out some bandages and rags to try to patch the man up. He quickly realised that despite the large amount of blood coating him the man was shockingly uninjured, so he resigned himself to simply removing as much blood as possible. A small bucket of water and his rag made it easy to remove the top layer as it was still wet but it was evident that there were many layers of blood caked onto his skin and clothes.

When it was finally gone, his bucket was more blood than water. But the stranger was cleanish, so that was a plus. And the stranger was awake, but though the teen was certain he was trying to pretend to sleep until he could figure out a plan.

"I know you are awake dude. And, despite you breaking into my home I'm not planning on hurting you."

"Oh, I know he wouldn't have sent me if it would put me in any danger. Plus you are a kid – I could win this fight while asleep." The stranger sighs.

"Who sent you, exactly?" Nobody knew where he lived, he had made pretty sure of that.

"The Blood God, I could feel his presence and it led me here." The teen had to stifle a laugh at that. "You don't believe in the Blood God?" The stranger asked.

"Not so much that I don't believe in Gods, more like we have a complicated relationship."

"That's fair, the Gods are a strange force. What's your name?" The strange albino man questions.

"Tommy, you?"

"Technoblade. This is an interesting place you've got here." The stran- Technoblade comments.

"You can stay as long as you need. 's pretty clear you are running from something, and I don't mind." Tommy shrugs.

"Normally I would never agree, but the Blood God sent me here for a reason."

"Alright well make yourself at home. It looks like I need to go into town today after all, is there anything you need me to grab?" Tommy asks.

"I'm good, I might get some hunting done though so there is some food and I have some offerings. If that's cool with you."

"Yeah that's fine. There should be some hunting gear in the chest, use what you want." The teen sighs before he tosses the hatch open and climbs down.

"Three loaves please!" Tommy smiles at the baker.

"That will be two copper." She smiles back at him.

"Okay, thanks!" The teen reaches into his pocket and pulls the coins, trading them for his bread. Tucking them into his bag he continues on throughout the market when something catches his eye, a blacksmith's booth. The Blood God worshipping guy would probably need something like a dagger for his altar right?

"Hi, do you happen to have any daggers, preferably with obsidian or gold?" The blond smiles at the stall owner.

"Yeah, are you starting an altar for the Blood God? If so I have a starter package that people like, it has your choice of dagger, a whetstone, an obsidian mortar and pestle, some tokens to represent him and some standard offerings for him. It's one gold."