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The blood of a deer is possibly the most beautiful color imaginable. More pure than anything close to it, and the perfect substitute for human blood for the altar.
Deer pog
Starting the streammmm!
Blood for the Blood God!
The voices are at calm cheers as they hum in Technoblade’s head, slowly accumulating and speaking freely, not overwhelming in any way. With how long they’ve been accompanying Techno they’re almost comforting when they’re not screaming for blood, their murmurs and jokes fill the silence Techno’s long forgotten the sound of.
The gore of the deer he’s sacrificed drips down the carefully carved grooves of the stone altar, its limp body lying on a platform and its beady black eyes trapped in an undying fear.
Beautifullll
Strength to the Blood God’s devotee!
Good morning Technochat
Technoblades hand carefully smooths back the fur on the top of the deer’s head as the blood finally pools in at the base of the altar. A light feeling muffles the voices in his head as his muscles tighten slightly and the sword in his hand becomes ever lighter. The Blood God accepted the sacrifice.
“Mate, look what I found, you’re gonna love this.” Philza says. Technoblade smiles to himself, Phil’s home.
“Is it clout?” Technoblade turns to see a particularly worn book in Philza’s hands, he’s holding it like it's on display with his hands open and his palms holding it in place in the air.
“Unfortunately not,” Philza chuckles slightly. “At an abandoned Bastion in the Nether, look what I found.” The man smiles widely.
Technoblade walks forward, his heels clicking a bit against the hardwood as he admires the relic in awe.
“You found a ritual book?” Techoblade stares in shock at the book before placing a hand on the cover to rub away the dust over the title. The Book of Blood the cover read in letters that look like they were carved into the leather the rituals are bound by. The voices are quiet.
“You love it?” Philza’s smile radiates as he places the book in Technoblade’s hands, obviously proud of his amazing gift giving skills.
“Philza you are a gift from the Blood God Himself.” Technoblade opens the book carefully and sees the different diagrams and detailed instructions for each ritual.
“Just don’t make a mess in the house with whatever rituals you attempt please.” Philza says remembering the pile of random bandits bleeding to death in a circle of their own blood in the living room. Not a fun thing to come home to especially with Technoblade’s half baked excuses of them being cringe anyways.
“I won’t, old man.” Technoblade scoffs. The voices start to simmer back through the cracks of his skull.
Where are the mods???
Are we allowed to say anything??
Technoblade brushes off the voices, they take a while to decide if the Blood God will allow them to speak on things sometimes, It really doesn’t disturb him all that much.
Philza hums, satisfied at Technoblade’s reaction, he doesn't think he’s ever seen the Piglin hybrid at a loss for words before.
“How was Lady Kristin?” Techno asks.
“Perfect as ever.”
“Simp.”
“Do you wanna spar?” Techno lifts his head to ask.
“I see the sacrifice right behind you you know mate”
“Bruhhh, scared of a little strength boost, it’s not even a human sacrifice.”
“Maybe after I make tea.” Philza sighs, agreeing.
“Make enough for me?”
“Obviously mate. Go check on your turtle eggs, I think I saw a zombie near them on the fly back.”
“AND YOU DIDN’T STOP TO KILL IT?”
“I was in a rush!” He cackles as Techno panics.
“HEH? PHIL THE EGGS-” Technoblade carefully places down the ritual book by the table next to the altar before grabbing his trident and running outside.
The blood has started to dry around the corpse.
•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••
Chunks of viscous blood seep into the floorboards of the livingroom, the wool carpet carefully rolled up and to the side, right next to the pile of bodies of random wanderers.
Technoblade leans over the ground and carefully draws the symbol on the floor with the blood, following the ritual verbatim.
ᓭ⚍ᒲᒲ𝙹リ╎リ⊣ ℸ ̣ 𝙹ᒲᒲ||╎リリ╎ℸ ̣ ᓭꖎᒷᒷ!¡|| ʖ𝙹╎ᓭ ℸ ̣ ⍑∷ᒷᒷ 𝙹⚍ℸ ̣ 𝙹⎓ ⎓𝙹⚍∷ ∴𝙹𝙹⍑𝙹𝙹!
He inscribes in a curve around the inside of the pentagram, holding the book carefully with his offhand to make sure everything is just right. He’s never gotten the chance to learn any rituals besides a basic sacrifice, being the Blood God’s chosen one you really would think he would’ve, but the information in that book has been withheld, burned, and torn so much so he wouldn’t be surprised if this is one of the last few copies.
The ritual he chose was one of the slightly more complex ones, though like many of them it’s very vague about what it will bring. From what Technoblade could decipher, this ritual could be one of the most useful in the entirety of the book.
He lays a gutted raccoon in the center of the pentagram belly up before going around to light all the tea candles on the corners of the pentagram and finally, inside the raccoon's stomach.
The pentagram catches fire with the last candle lit, a pink, then gold, then predominantly red flame roars, not leaving the confinements of its pentagram.
“I dare be summoned by a mortal?” A childish voice booms out in a way that’s failing at being intimidating.
“Bruh I thought I was summoning something good, I don’t need another voice in the choir.” Technoblade deadpans the unnaturally red flames.
The flames vanish, and left in the place of the raccoon is a lanky boy with blue eyes. Two red horns part his fluffy blonde hair and he’s dressed in a white and red ouija style clothing like he hasn’t been updated on the latest fashion trends since the Victorian era. Did this server even have Victorian Britain?
“I am the one and only, powerful Big Man, Tommy Innit you wrong’un!” The child practically squeals, a red devil tail swishing behind him.
Did Technoblade summon a fucking demon child?
“Heh?”
“So big man, what do you want? Fortune, health, love, fame, anything! It’s yours for just a tiny miniscule price for such a big man like yourself.” The kid rambles walking towards Technoblade, out of the pentagram as it starts to burn into a crisp, removing all traces of itself.
“I don’t want to make a deal, gremlin.” Technoblade grumbles, rereading the entirety of the ritual, did he miss something? Did he not do it correctly? Why is there a little boy in his living room?
Tommy!
Poggers Tommy’s back
The Blood God always has a plan
The voices spring back, Technoblade doesn’t so much as flinch, they had already made a reappearance earlier in his spar with Philza, warning him of what Philza was planning to do. How that man got so close to winning every time and actually did sometimes when Technoblade has every advantage is insane and very respect worthy.
“WHAT? I’m summoned all the way down here just to not make a deal?”
“What’s your name, big man, there has to be something you wish for.” Tommy hums.
“Uh. Dave?” He says with a very audible question mark.
“Dave is a shitty fake name.” The demon takes a few more steps forward.
“Personal space?” Technoblade says looking down at the demon child.
“Power. Everyone wants power. I could give you it all, you could have the world at your fingertips for just a small fee!”
“And that would be…?”
“Your soul, obviously.” The demon grins.
“I never would have guessed.” Technoblade deadpans Tommy.
“This isn’t worth my precious time if you're not going to be making a deal with me. Why summon me in the first place? Bunch of bastards.” Tommy grumbles to himself.
“Technomate?” Philza calls from upstairs. “Why do you have a lantern on, Techno?” His sleepy voice calls from the stairwell.
“No reason, go back to sleep, old man.”
“That’s not suspicious at all.”
The demon suddenly grabs Techno’s wrist with a surprising strength.
“Techno. Technoblade. I knew you were familiar! You’re his favorite.” The devil whispers as a fact, with no room for argument. “Your soul is legendary! You will make a deal with me. I swear by the twitch guidelines you will.” He says, the most threatening he’s sounded this entire time.
“Who’s down there?” Philza asks, walking downstairs with his lantern.
Tommy grins at Technoblade before turning to ash before he can be seen, evaporating just like the blood from the pentagram.
“Techno? Are you alright?”