❦𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐯𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫❦ 𝘼 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙎𝙈𝙋 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙊𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙀𝙧𝙚𝙩/𝙏𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙣𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙚 ❧ Sanguis: Meaning blood in Latin Torva Messor: Meaning Grim Reaper in Latin The Grim Reaper is a common tale, based on Cronus, a god who ate his own children to avoid being outdone by them. One never wishes to be overcome by their own, or by anybody for that matter. Everybody wants to be on top. Everybody wants to be envied. Everybody wants to be a god. "All Good Things Must Come To An End." A tale of Torva Messor, and her circumstances with Eret and Technoblade. Because who says romance can't include violence? ❧ Started: December 16th 2020 Finished : November 24th 2022 Highest Ranking: #2 in Fanfiction on May 11th 2021 100k on May 13th 2021 Cover: inkphobic on wattpad [Mature rating for sensitive topics and sexual/NSFW content.] [There is a separate oneshot book about this mcyt OC if you want more content, and a discord server linked on my profile!]

You were one of the first people to arrive in the piano room - probably because your form room had been so close by. The room was empty when you walked in, so you just made your way to the back of the room, sitting down at one of the pianos near the window. There were no desks in the room besides for the teacher, only keyboards lined up in rows facing the front of the room. You set your books down under the piano, not knowing where else to put them, and sat down, fiddling with the hem of your shirt in your hands as you waited. You would have much preferred for at least the teacher to be in the room - sitting by yourself was not really what you wanted to be doing. You turned your attention to the window in the room, absently watching a couple of songbirds dart in an out of a small shrub while you waited. Hopefully someone else would get here soon and it wouldn't be so stiflingly silent- "Oh. Hello." Your head snapped back to the front of the room to see a boy standing there, hovering awkwardly just inside the door. He was rather short, and his arms wrapped around his books in a hug. You wouldn't have noticed him in the hallway if you had passed him - his height combined with brown hair and brown eyes made him the sort of person that would just blend in to a crowd. He didn't look particularly mean though, so you just tried for a smile. "That's my seat." He said, still hovering by the door.