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[Arrival - Part 1]

Blood trickled down from a blade made of netherite, a material found at the bottomless pits of the umbral plains. The owner of the sword was free from wounds and injury as he took in sharp intakes of breath.

His blade had been stabbed through someone's neck and into the ground below it, small fissure cracks in the ground due to the impact. He was hunched over, looking down at his newest kill, his facial expression one of indifference.

His blue eyes stared into the empty holes of the man who had imprisoned him, tricked him into visiting Dream at the prison, thinking that a favour needed to be upheld.

It turned out to be a ploy, a trap into imprisoning him within the confines of the supposed 'impenetrable prison,' created to hold the "tyrant" Dream in captivity.

It turned out the prison wasn't so impenetrable, as the legends and the people foretold. In fact, it had been the prison's sewers that were the only thing that would allow them to escape. Ironically enough, the architects, one of them being Dream before he had been imprisoned, had completely forgotten to make the sewers impossible to use as an escape route.

And it was that mistake that the man had used to his advantage, allowing the two to formulate a plan to escape the confines of their shared hell.

It took days, but after a while, they had managed to get a chunk of the wall to the sewers destroyed, and they used that to escape, taking turns checking to make sure the alarms didn't go off. Upon leaving their cell, they got their possessions back, such as weaponry, armour, potions and other miscellaneous things.

But when the warden had caught them, they knew a fight was bound to begin.

Which led to now.

His victim's green skin was similar to that of a Creeper. His eyes were dark empty pits, and his mouth was agape, filled to the brim with his blood. His armour was dirty and cracked, and his sword was destroyed due to the battle, just inches away from his now limp hand.

The man had remembered what Sam had told him before he was imprisoned, during his tour of the prison when he believed it was only a visit.

Sam warned him that he would hunt the half-piglin down if Technoblade somehow attempted to and or rescue Dream.

But he had it wrong.

You don't hunt Technoblade.

It was Technoblade that hunted you.

And unfortunately for the warden, Sam found that out the hard way, and as much as Technoblade would've rathered it not been that way, he cared very little for what Sam had thought during the time of the ambush.

After all, Technoblade was the predator, and Sam was the prey.

The voices demanded blood, and they'd be damned if they didn't get their fill of the life essence.

He and Dream had hunted him down in a matter of minutes and struck him down three times, removing his life from this plain of existence, each time harder than the last for the half-piglin. Not in terms of the fight itself, but in the sense that he was striking down an old friend.

The first battle was difficult, but it didn't take long for the supposed 'invincible' warden to die at both Dream's and his hands. The final two times were pathetically easy, as the anthropomorphic creeper was unarmed, unarmoured, and weak. Had he not done it, he was certain Dream would've, or The Syndicate would, at the very least.

A part of Technoblade felt betrayed by Sam. They had worked together to destroy and quarantine off "THE EGG," something that Technoblade assumed to be some sort of Demon that crawled out of the fowl pits of the void.

They were united under one small team before the syndicate came into the realm of fighting for anarchy. Thinking back to it now, Captain Puffy would've been heartbroken if she had seen him kill Sam right here, and right now.

Funnily enough, he remembered saying that, at one point, he wouldn't have cared if he had to chop down even his closest allies and friends to get to his goal of pure anarchy.

He knew now that those words merely rung hollow and that they meant nothing in the grand scheme of things.

He mentally chuckled. Even a God could sometimes be a fool in times of passion.

He remembered those times. The time when they were all a united army, with one uniting goal to make sure THE EGG didn't take over the world. They laughed and talked, ate and strategized, all the while they worked towards defeating THE EGG and the Eggpire.

But none of that mattered now. No. The two were no longer friends. They had become enemies.

He grimaced, even if it was only slightly. Sam was killed by his hands, and he was pretty sure that Sam, underneath all that cockiness, thinking that he had trapped the untrappable, knew that it would only be a matter of time for when Technoblade escaped, and subsequently, Dream.

He remembered that when they first clashed swords, he could see the pain of realizing his mistake in his friend's eyes, but that it was already too late.

Technoblade knew that too, but it was now or never.

He had also distinctly remembered that as Dream was the one to deal the final blow to Sam's first life, that Sam knew that it would be the end, his eyes and body language indicating that clearly.

But now it was over. Sam's corpse was underneath him, his sword pierced in his neck, and the deed had already been done.

"Well done! I thought you weren't going to be able to do it…! Then again, you ARE Technoblade, so I don't know why I doubted you for even a second," Dream's hoarse voice echoed throughout the empty lobby as he coughed into his hand, stepping out from behind the wall he had been hiding behind after Sam had wounded him badly.

It was only thanks to the healing potion he had that kept him alive, due to how his body had become frail, weak, and malnourished due to the months of torture and suffering he had endured in prison.

Despite the pain in his voice, that damnable mask made it seem like he was always smiling. His tattered green hoodie and ripped jeans made him look like a homeless person, which he pretty much was at the moment.

"Sam's dead now. Now all that's left to do is to find and kill Quackity," Technoblade huffed, pulling his sword out from the man's neck. Blood spurted from the wound and into a pool surrounding the dead man's head, making the voices cheer in the back of the half-piglin's mind.

Technoblade's king's cape lay flat on his back, the same colour as the life-liquid that laid on the floor. His crown was sat crooked, and hot air came puffing out from his pig's mask. His white blouse was stained with blood, and his pants were torn at the knees. His hooves were planted into the ground as he brought his sword, blade faced flat, to his body as he closed his eyes, sending off his friend's spirit to move onto a more peaceful existence.

It was something that Technoblade never did to his opponents, but for someone he fought beside for months, he saw no problem in giving Sam that justice, at the very least.

While his appearance was that of a human, he had piglin-like hooves and legs, while his upper body was normal. Indeed, he was a half-breed, an orphaned half-breed, mind you, with no knowledge of who his parents were. Though he had his thoughts, he doubted them severely. All he knew was that he was a half-piglin, a Demi-God, and he was born to fight.

Eventually, after a few seconds of praying, Technoblade opened his eyes as Sam's body crumbled away into dust, the impatient tapping of Dream echoed out in the empty and hollow room.

"I don't mean to rush you, but I doubt that once Quackity or anyone else is aware of Sam's death, that they'll come running to the prison, see us, and attack. Unlike you, I'm not in the mood for fighting, so can we please leave?" The masked man asked, his tone impatient as Technoblade sheathed his sword and stood at his full height of 7'2.

"Of course, let's go," the half-piglin huffed as the pair walked towards the portal. Unsheathing an extra sword, he threw it to Dream, catching the man off guard. "Just in case, we don't know who or what will be meeting us beyond that portal. For all we know, it could be the whole world," Techno stated, his voice sharp and cold as Dream nodded.

Taking a step through the portal, they found themselves in the nether. The sound of fire sizzling and cracking echoed around them as the humidity and heat of the umbral plains made the masked man sweat. But for Techno, he found the heat to be comforting, if not a bit uncomfortable, due to him being semi-used to the cold, unforgiving weather of the tundra.

Taking their time crossing the thin cobblestone bridge, the pair found themselves standing outside of the portal that led them to the prison's entrance.

While Techno knew fairly well that he could take on most of, if not all the factions of this world, save for maybe Purpled and perhaps Philza, he wasn't too sure about what Dream could do. Taking into consideration that he had been imprisoned for half a year, it would be safe to assume that his fighting abilities weren't all that good, mixed with the fact he had just come off of fighting Sam, Technoblade was sure he'd have to watch Dream closely.

"What are we waiting for? Let's go," Dream said impatiently as Techno looked back at the man.

"Do you want to get caught instantly?" Techno asked rhetorically as Dream sighed. The half-piglin had a point. The man adjusted his mask as he gripped the sword hilt tightly. He hadn't wanted to get into another fight again.

He stared at the purple portal, his mind a mix of emotions as his green eyes peered out from the holes in his mask.

He was finally free, free from the hell he had found himself in for over six months. He did not want to go back. Not ever again. The hell he went through there was more than enough to change a man, that much he knew.

With that, Dream steeled his nerves as he huffed, looking back at Technoblade

"I suppose you'd be right. Well, how about this. We both walk in together, and if we get ambushed…." Dream drawled on, revealing two ender pearls. "We could always escape using these. I stole them off of Sam. He wasn't going to need them when he died, right?" Dream asked as Technoblade snickered.

The piglin took one of the pearls and stepped on the lip of the portal. Dream followed suit, and with a heave, the two were absorbed by the purple gel that was the nether portal.

However, as they stepped through, neither of them could've expected that a winged angel in a black robe and with a similar appearance to Dream had tampered with the portal as it let out a devious chuckle. It left the realm of the forgotten and went back to its realm of wonders, knowing full well that those two wouldn't bother this world for quite some time, and that they'd be someone else's issue now.

It had been a normal day for the Kamado family. Nothing had seemed out of the ordinary, and Nezuko, for one, was glad for that. Her family had lived quite the peaceful life alone in the woods, a few miles away from the nearest town.

Her long black hair rested gently on her white Kimono as she sat and watched diligently on the front step of her family's house. She watched her younger siblings play in the snow, running around as little children should. All the while, Tanjiro, her eldest brother, was inside helping their mother with Dinner.

Ever since their father had died from his worsening illness, Tanjiro had it in his head that he was supposed to help and maintain the family, making sure everything fit into place and carrying some of the hardest chores on his own shoulders.

Nezuko, for her part, had berated him for trying to take all the responsibility for himself, but, alas, Tanjiro was a very hard-headed sort of person, meaning he would continue to do whatever he had to do, or whatever he thought he had to do.

It had gotten to the point where he was barely getting enough sleep at night, and it was starting to concern her.

However, she needn't worry about that kind of thing. All she needed to worry about was making sure her siblings didn't run off too far into the forest. The last thing she wanted was for one of them to become animal food for the predators out there.

"Nezuko! Rokuta went off into the forest! I tried telling him to come back, but he wouldn't!" The voice of her younger sister, Hanako, called out to her as a distressed look dressed her face.

Without the slightest bit of delay, Nezuko jumped to her feet and began to run to the entrance of the forest. "Tell mom that I'm just going to go get him. That way, she won't worry, ok?" Nezuko stated as Hanako nodded.

The second eldest Kamado sibling then ran off, trying to catch up to her brother. Just how far had he gone? He couldn't have gone all that far. Then again, Hanako might've only figured that out when it had become far too apparent. She should've known that he had run off to the woods when she couldn't spot him from where she sat.

Perhaps, in her mind, she had assumed that he had been at the back of the house. It was foolish of her, and she didn't want to be the one responsible for her brother's death. Not only would it be one of the greatest of pains, but she also would not have been able to live with herself for it.

"ROKUTA!" Nezuko called out, worry beginning to form in her heart as she ran, her Kimono blowing in the wind to how fast she had been running, the cold making her body begin to shiver. Images of the worst already appearing in her mind.

She shook her head from those thoughts. No. She couldn't nor wouldn't believe that he had fallen prey to some fearsome beast of the forest, let alone any beast for that matter.

However, just as she was about to continue running, she felt something grab her by the back of her Kimono and lift her off the ground. Her legs kicked in the air as she was lifted up, panic racing in her head as a voice spoke from behind her.

"Huh, I wasn't expecting other people around here… this actually could be useful!" A rather chipper voice spoke to her as she glanced behind her, only to see something she found to be… strange.

The person who had grabbed her was wearing what seemed to be a white mask with a rather basic smiley face on it. He wore some sort of green clothing over his body with a hood on it, and he wore a pair of damaged pants. However, what he held in his other hand made her eyes go wide.

He held an axe, a rather big one at that, and there was blood on it. It dripped from the sharp blade and onto the snow below. She couldn't tell what kind of emotion laid behind the mask. Her only indicator of his intentions was that of his weapon, and it's the dripping crimson liquid on it.

"Well, I should probably take you back to camp with me. Techno would love to hear what you had to say. Plus, we're kinda lost, and that other kid was of no help to us… maybe you could be of some use," the man had said, and with little to no effort, threw her onto his shoulder, holding her down with his surprisingly strong arm.

"LET GO OF ME! PUT ME DOWN! HELP! SOMEONE HELP!" Nezuko cried out, only for no one to respond. Her heartbeat was going a mile a minute as panic settled in. This man had mentioned some other kid. It could only mean Rokuta, and that blood on his axe… despair melted into her mind at the thought of Rokuta being chopped up with an axe.

Then, she blacked out from the panic and fear.

-To Be Continued-

This is my first MCYT fanfic, and subsequently, my first Dream SMP fanfic, and what do I go and do? Cross it over with Demon Slayer, aren't I just a marvel of intelligence! I know I left it on a cliff-hanger, but, honestly, I think that it makes sense. Kimetsu no Yaiba/Demon Slayer isn't exactly much of a magical world like the other anime's/fandom's I'm in. As far as I am concerned, I find it interesting as to how the world of Demon Slayer would be affected by Dream and Technoblade.

Speaking of which, I know a lot of people would kinda be put off by Techno's humanization from his rather happy-go-lucky personality to a more gritty person, but I think that for this story, humanizing him and making him more realistic is the only real way I can write him.

I also hope that I landed Dream's personality too. Considering his role in the DSMP as the villain, I wanted to put him into this world with Techno to hopefully change him a bit. As for why DreamXD brought them here, well, you know what an Isekai is if you're an anime fan, and if you don't, look it up.

I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter of my little ol' fanfiction, and I'll see you all in the next chapter, peace.