The Blood God's Sacrifice.
(I decided to write a blurb on the hadestown talk with techno 👉👈 @bloodgoddarlin)
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Fearsome, bloody gruesome.
Insanely loyal.
Loving to a fault.
You committed the memory of your lover to your brain, tried to savor the memories of late mornings, hazy moments of life-or-death choices, feverish kisses after weeks of not seeing each other.
Tried to remember the face, you knew, that loved you. "Wait for me, my love, I'll see you later," you had told him, telling him to hold on to breakfast. To wait for you to come back.
But you knew what you had to do.
He was going to blow L'manburg to smithereens. And as much as you loved that man, you couldn't let so many people die. Couldn't stand by and let them get hurt.
Approaching the forest that sprung up a while back, you take a seat in the middle of suspiciously arranged boulders, praying with your mind and soul.
There has to be a way.
You called upon the only person who could help you.
"I didn't expect to see you so soon, but then again, I have just the smallest window before… a lot of souls will have to be escorted." You turned on your knees to crane your neck to look at the goddess leaning against one of the boulders.
"That's.. that's what I called you here for." You shifted on your knees, pulling yourself to stand and she's approaching slowly.
"Oh, y/n, I can't stop this. What is going to happen will happen, we both know this." She regards you with a face already resigned, with the combined efforts of your respective lovers and the help of a madman, she would be overwhelmed with helping people.
"And what if I offered myself? In exchange for their protection, the people of L'manburg." You put your hands together, wringing them as you stared her in the eyes.
"Taking you in exchange for thousands of souls? You must know that's a deal I can't make."
"Yes, but I am Techno's… the Blood God's devoted worshiper, his lover, the one person he cares for other than Phil." You make a bold guess, but with the way her foot stills in the air as she thinks it over.
"The only one to die is the one person who's close to Technoblade, the God of Blood… y/n, you do know what this means, don't you?"
"I might never see him again but… there will be families and children and so many people who are worth dying for."
"If you come with me in exchange for the souls and lives for the people in L'manburg, you would have to leave with me now, to interrupt the flow of paperwork and cast protection spells over those you bargained for, you won't get a goodbye with Technoblade. And you will be leaving to the Underworld, you're aware of all of this, and you're absolutely sure?"
Tears welled up and a sob choked it's way out of your throat but you rub your eyes in your fists, clearing your vision before letting out the last words you'll say in the land of the living.
"I am sure. I'm ready whenever you are."
After escorting you down to her office to wait while she grabs your file, she summons one of Philza's crows, knowing they are almost done with the preparations for Doomsday.
"Let him know where their body is, they should be able to hold a small funeral for them."
With a flash of feathers and wings, the crow was gone and she had paper to fill out and figure where you'll be held.
As they arrive back at their cabins, covered in ash and gunpowder, he half expected you to be waiting for him, sitting at the table with Ranboo while playing a game of poker.
But you weren't there. Weren't in your shared bedroom. Not in the bathroom. And not in the basements. (He even checked Tommy's raccoon hole. Still no.)
You weren't anywhere, even your bowl from this morning's soup is still in its place, colder than the weather outside of his home. He couldn't imagine you'd be gone this long, where would you have gone that's so important? But you had so to wait for him to wait for you, so obviously, it shouldn't have taken you this long.
Closing the door behind him, he goes up to Phil's door, about to knock on it when it opens with harsh movements as the blond man grabbed his arm and led him down the stairs.
Techno saw the forest. Saw the ominous amount of crows surrounding the roof of the forest, but over a particular part of it. "She said… but why would they…" Phil kept mumbling to himself and refused to elaborate with him.
They found the place with all of the crows. They surrounded a meadow with a ring of boulders lining said meadow, a particular amount of vines and flowers covering something, a bulge in the dirt that was clearly not natural.
Phil rushed over and kneels next to them leaving Techno by himself, outside of the ring.
Phil's head sinks as it examines the peculiar thing, hands limply hanging by his side. Sliding his arms beneath the lump, Phil lifted them into his hold, before turning to Technoblade and stealing both of their breaths.
"No.. it can't be-" Technoblade rushed over, several strides and he was in front of his dearest friend.
He chokes on something, reaching to cusp your lifeless face, a peaceful expression holding your features together before he pulls his hand away and takes you into his arms.
He turns around, fully planning on taking his rage out on whoever did this to his lover when Phil's hand rested on his shoulder in the split second he turned. "Kristin sent me a message, they… they left on their own, traded their soul in an exchange."
Phil kept talking.
For the people of L'manburg, you traded your soul. But that wasn't your choice, you hadn't relished the blood that spilt, in the aftermath with smoke filling his senses and all he could see was a crater.
But now all he could feel is the emptiness in his arms, in your stiff body. You were gone.
You had gone and died and you had died alone. The one thing you… the one thing you had told him that scared you. You died alone to pay for his sins.
His knees sink. He hears a scream distantly, not entirely aware of the moment. He couldn't tell if it was him or not.
But before he knows it, he's back on his feet, rushing back home. He has to set you down, lay you down before he leaves you for the last time.
He has work to do.