barbarism (dreamnoblade)

chapter two..

His arms were frozen in place, a long rope draped around his skin like bars of a cage. Warm liquid trickles down his pounding head, dripping onto the concrete below in a slow, rhythmic tune. A tune that was driving him insane.

How long has he been here? The scent of blood and rot no longer bothers him, the darkness envelops him in a disgusting warmth he wants to itch off his skin.

Although his eyes are wide open nothing reaches them, the black paints circles and patterns over his vision, images he doesn't want to see.

Why him? Wasn't he just another creature like all of them?

He knows he isn't alone- their whispers and prayers echo from the corners of the room, sending painful tremors tearing through his body like lightning bolts. He couldn't understand what they were saying, but something in his head did.

He wasn't alone alone wasn't his mind- he wasn't alone in his mind, he feels something lurking there now. Like removing a person from a photograph their shadow and silhouette still linger.

Whatever it was it speaks to him, it hums songs of blood and destruction to him, it sings about death and sacrifice.

It also promises to rescue him from this hellhole, to give him the power needed to break the chains.

"Humans are so cruel aren't they?" It hums again.

"Who are you?"

"I am something you will never fully comprehend. I am a part of you and you are a part of me. Together we make the Blood God."

|||Technoblade POV|||

Technoblade storms through the forest with an aura of frustration, causing even the toughest of creatures to scamper away. His cape flickers resentfully with him, flowing behind in a river of fiery red. The hilt of his axe suffocates under his aggravated temper, twitching with the urge to swing.

He felt betrayed, he felt angry, but most importantly he felt conflicted. His desires clash with his needs, guilt overwhelms his want for a peaceful life. Technoblade felt like he was at war with himself, but it all boils down to one question.

Should he put his brothers above himself?

He had always hated his title; The Blade. It made him feel hideous- like a weapon to be used. It made him feel disgusting and foul, the blood consuming his body like stains on a sword, malleable yet broken, hammered down to fit the mould of the Blood God.

'You're acting like you are above me, you can't be above a part of yourself. Embrace me and your thirst.'

His hands tremble and he grips the wood tighter, memories of the incident creeping through his mind like ivy. He hisses loudly through clenched teeth and swings his axe against a tree, feeling the bark cry under the netherite.

His mind was murmuring again. It was talking again again again again. It was the distant hum in the back of his mind that made him swing again and again. Technoblade's entire body trembles and shakes with white searing anger.

"Shut up SHUT UP!" The last swing causes the tree to fall, but it falls on deaf ears. Technoblade pants despite his full lungs, he feels cold sweat cling to his body like a layer of wet fur, weighing him down.

The voice terrified him. Technoblade couldn't bring himself to refer to it as it was: the Blood God. Something about that name makes his skin crawl, how such a wicked force was bound to him. The things it tells him fills his mind like water, it drowns him until nothing else matters. He had been changed in irreversible ways.