Of Gods and Worship - Dreamnoblade

Falling in love with the blood god is like falling into a bed of roses. Falling, falling, and falling with not a single thought nor doubt. It is as though the strings of fate had been woven into a tapestry depicting the exact moment he gave his heart to his god, the exact moment the fervor of his faith had turned into something more akin to fondness. And yet as sweet as roses are, as velvety their petals may feel, as intoxicating their aroma may be, they still have thousands of thorns; they still have but a million ways to hurt him. And yet he lets himself fall and be pricked beautifully, he lets himself bleed on the manifestation of his love; after all, it is only right for that to be a priest's offering to the blood god.

Or: Dream is a priest and Technoblade is the god he worships.