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Blood For The Blood God [Angst]

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"Blood for the blood god. Blood for the blood god. Blood for the blood god..."

Chanting filled Tubbo's ears overwhelming him slightly. He stared down at the altar and the cup he was holding.

He took the ceremonial knife gently in his hand, running his fingers over the cold rubies encrusted in it.

This was his least favourite part of the ritual, but he knew it had to be done. Everyone had to make sacrifices for the greater good, and if this had to be his, then so be it.

He raised the shining blade into the air and every chant filled him with more certainty.

He hadn't given up everything to let this stop him.

In one swift movement, he brought the blade down, neatly slicing through his palm. 

Blood welled in the deep gash, and Tubbo bit his lip to keep from crying out in pain. He held his hand over the golden cup, watching the thick dark drops of blood fall into it.

Tubbo squeezed his hand, ignoring the almost unbearable pain, letting more blood flow into the cup.

Tears began to stream down his face as the cup filled, and once it was halfway full, he pushed it down onto the alter. 

Suddenly dizzy, Tubbo gripped onto the alter to keep from falling over.

Fighting to keep from falling over, Tubbo felt his head begin to swim. He couldn't blackout, not in the middle of the ritual.

What would the Blood God think if he couldn't finish the ritual?

Tubbo didn't want to think about that.

But he felt his eyes roll back into his head, and everything went black.

Opening his eyes, Tubbo found himself in a pitch-black room, sitting on a chair, staring into the dark.

Tubbo felt anger well up in him, anger not at the situation, but himself. Yet again he had failed those who had given him everything he loved.

He had broken the rules and like the idiot he was, he had doomed himself.

He was excited. Excited for what he knew was coming. He didn't enjoy it, but the result was what he craved.

"Tubbo. You've broken our most important rules." said a deep voice from the dark, "Can you tell me what those are?"

"Never show weakness." Tubbo recited. "Fear is your friend, and pain is your tool. Always follow the orders of those above you. Grief is for the weak. Those who try to separate you from the Order are heathens and must be eliminated. Anarchy is the way, for government will only cause destruction." 

"Good, good, my child. Treat your men as you would your own beloved sons. And they will follow you into the deepest valley. -Sun Tzu, The Art of War. I know you will follow me into the deepest valley, dear Tubbo. I know you will do what I ask of you." The deep voice said, and lay a hand on Tubbo's shoulder.

"Yes, master. You have rescued me from the heathens who once cared for me. You taught me the way. I would fight for you to my death." Tubbo answered, looking up into the shadows, seeing a glint of gold in the dark.

"But you know you must face the consequences of your actions." The voice said, retreating once more into the shadows.

"I know." Tubbo said, dropping his head to his chest.