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[WIP title] Bloodied Flowers [Abandoned]

Summary:

Techno rarely doubted the Voices spoke Lies, but at this moment was one of the moments he wanted to believe they told the Truth. Because if they did, it would mean he had a Soulmate. And with that a chance at a somewhat happy life.

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Or
Techno is a War Orphan and the Blood God is his Soulmate. they meet under less than happy circumstances tho.

ABANDONED!!!
I lost where i was going with the Plot, so I won't continue this.
Might write another Techno fic, might not.

Work Text:

-/Techno/-

 

“Oh Great Blood God, Mother of Battles. Hear our Calls and grant us with your Presence!” They were hidden behind Cloaks and Masks.

He was young and freshly taken from his family's home. A young Piglin Hybrid, scared and alone, perfect for a Sacrifice against his own Kind.

 

A warmth spread across his Back, he knew what was about to happen, he’s had this Dream before. That doesn’t mean the searing Pain is any less.

 

“Hear our Calls! Take this Beast child as your Guide and help us in our Battle against those like it!” The Head ‘priest’ speaks, at least Techno thinks he was the Leader.

He couldn’t remember everything properly, because he was still feeling the Branding on his Back.

 

The Next thing he remembers is a cool feeling calming him. Arms pick him up and hold him Safe. He feels calm and at peace now.

“No need for these tears, small Flower. You are in no Danger anymore.”

He looked up and saw a Woman looking down at him in her Arms. He could see a Blood Splatter on her Cheek but his eyes were drawn to hers, which were now looking around the Room.

 

Her Arms rearranged her hold on him. He saw he was held in a Cape like Cloth, Blood red colour with a snow white fur trim. He pressed his Face into the Fur, it was fluffy and smelled like wild flowers. Techno was warm and tired, so his Body began to fall asleep. He barely heard her when she spoke, to who he thought was the leader.

“You are more of a Monster than the Beings you claim are monsters. It disgust me to be worshipped by you”

 

He woke up later in the warm home of Phil, who took care of him since then. At first he was scared, of course but then he felt the Cloth he was clutching. It was the blood red Cape with the snow white Fur trim. It still smelled like wild Flowers, he felt safe wrapped in it.

 

Safe indeed.