I'm a Healer, But...

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No day is normal when it comes to the Syndicate, but the day they meet Tommy is weirder than most.

Strange things are part of the territory when you're part of the most powerful villain organization in the country. Anything ranging from accidental blood stains on nice new rugs to demon summoning via Old Magic happens on the regular. Very little fazes Technoblade anymore.

However, coming home to find a strange person on the couch is very different. Demons he's used to- Phil has quite a few 'old friends' he likes to catch up with every few decades- but this is a human person. A young human person. He'd almost expect it to be a trap of some sort, but the kid doesn't even look up from the television as Technoblade shambles inside.

"...Hey," Techno calls back through the front door. "Did you forget to tell me someone was comin' over?"

"What? No, no one's-" Phil steps inside, carrying their groceries, but pauses when he sees the person on the couch. "Uh. Hello, mate. Have you got the wrong house?"

It's a ridiculous question. This is the only house in the middle of the woods, miles from the closest town. No one's going to accidentally stumble on their home and think it's where they're supposed to be.

The kid finally looks away from the TV- was he really watching the Office that intently?- and, presumably, looks the both of them over. It's hard to tell when he's wearing sunglasses indoors. "Yeah, maybe. Thought this was supposed to be the Angel of Death's house, but it's a total nerd cave instead. Which of you is the weeb?" He leans over to pick up a volume of Bleach off the coffee table and turns it over, reading the back.

"Wh- that's mine, " Phil says, dropping the groceries and reaching out for it, but Techno grabs him by the wrist and pulls him back.

"And why," Technoblade asks slowly, "were you looking for the Angel of Death?"

No one looks for the Angel. Nor do they look for the Blade or the Siren, either- people run screaming at the suggestion they might be in the area. There's no good reason for this random kid to be searching out the Angel of Death, unless he's about to cause problems. It's worse that he seems entirely unfazed, as though he knows something they don't. Is this a vigilante he hasn't heard of yet, maybe? Someone with reason to be unafraid?

But the kid doesn't even stand up. He doesn't seem armed, there's no glow of magic or powers- he's just sitting on the couch, totally unaffected by the question. "I wanna talk to him, obviously . Feel like that wasn't hard to sus out, big man."

Phil shares an uneasy look with Techno before glancing back at the child. "Listen... what's your name?" Phil asks delicately.

"Yeah, I'm gonna give my name to the guy who does Old Magic , okay," the kid mumbles, making Techno tense more.

The reason Old Magic is old is because no one knows it anymore. Few people even realize it exists, fewer can recognize it. The ones who can are usually the ones who were around to see it used, centuries ago- or the poor bastards who have had it used against them. This kid shouldn't know about it. He shouldn't have realized that the Angel of Death uses Old Magic along with his actual powers.

"Tommy," the kid says, distracting Techno from his thoughts. "It's Tommy. But don't start any shit, okay? I'm here with an offer, not a threat or anything."

That gets a surprised laugh out of Phil, though Techno is still one wrong word from pulling out his sword. "An 'offer'? What kind of offer is it, then?"

"What, you get my name and I don't get yours? Fuck right off." The kid- Tommy- crosses his arms over the back of the couch, leaning his chin on them as he eyes them both. Techno idly notes the black gloves he's wearing. "The Angel and the Blade, right? Cool villain names, really fucking awkward to talk to you with 'em."