[Blood God - Part 2]

Technoblade had no idea what to think of the current situation he was in. Besides the fact that the man before him had been dressed more like that of a fighter, he had no weapon. But seeing as Dream had been here, he chalked it up to the assumption that perhaps Dream had disarmed him.

He took in every little detail about the man: his black hair, blue eyes, and tan skin. The man wore a robe that was half red and half yellow mixed with green. He wore a cyan-tinted uniform, and he had a sheath on his hip.

Usually speaking, a person with a sheath on their hip was either a guard for some rich elite member of society, or they were a fighter, and taking into consideration that a hermit family in the woods didn't exactly fit the bill for a rich noble family, he assumed this man to be a fighter.

The Blood God knew a fighter when he saw one, and if this guy didn't fit the bill, then he clearly had gone senile over the thousands of years he had been alive.

But, despite that, there was something that bugged him about the man. The person in front of him was clearly ready for combat. He was in the right stance: legs spread out but not too spread for ease of access, one of his arms guarding his chest in case of a surprise attack, and his hand reaching for his non-existent weapon.

This was all not to mention that he seemed rather fit for a young person his age, but he had no weapon. At least, he didn't have one on his person currently, based on his empty sheath. He took a quick glance at Dream, and then it clicked. Of course, Dream had been the one to disarm him after all. It was stupid to think otherwise.

However, while that was interesting, taking into consideration Dream's weak state at this current moment and time, that wasn't what interested him. No, no.

What had caught his interest was the fear within the man's eyes. Pure, unadulterated, fear.

He had never met the man once in his life, yet the man feared him. For what reason, Technoblade could not pin down. His monstrous appearance certainly could've been a reason. After all, it wasn't every day you saw someone with pink skin, red eyes, and pig legs.

Although, the mentionings of Demons, inhuman creatures that looked nothing like humans, blew that theory right out of the water. When he met the supposed sister of Tanjiro Kamado, she did not fear his appearance, which gave him the idea that Demons were common occurrences.

So if that was the case, and Demons were widespread, why would he fear him? Perhaps it was the fact that he was The Blood God? No, that couldn't have been right. The people of this continent wouldn't have known about his existence, again, using the girl from before as an example.

Had his title as The Blood God been known, she would've cowered in fear of him, just like everyone else who wasn't a citizen of the SMP and or weren't godly in their own right.

Although, if the man in front of him had never seen a Demon before, then perhaps the original theory of his appearance was the thing that might have frightened him. But then again, Technoblade thought that he himself looked rather silly. And despite his track record, even the most pathetic and cowardly person at the SMP, Quackity, made jokes at his expense on how he looked.

He was called Pigman, pinky, and even barbie doll at one point by the Mexican. A part of Technoblade genuinely thought that they might've been good friends back then. They all were united under the same goal. Kill Schlatt, and take back L'manburg….

But then it went wrong… oh so… so horribly wrong.

And that was when Quackity got a pickaxe shoved through his face and into his cranium, a blow that took away one of his three lives for attempting to execute the un-executable. Technoblade would forever remember that moment when the shower of blood rained down on him when he struck the man through the skull, and he would remember it fondly.

It was what the bastard had deserved for what he had done. Had Technoblade not come to this continent, he would've hunted down Las Nevadas' leader and killed him right where he stood.

But now, he was here, and there was no going back. At least not yet. So while he stood there, staring at the strange new man in front of him, he could see that while the fear was still in his eyes, it was mixed in with hatred.

That was something that had caught the half-piglin off guard.

Hatred.

But why? He didn't remember ever doing something to this man, so why did he sense hatred? The half-piglin huffed, crossing his arms and lowering his glare, which caused the man to flinch in his fighting stance. He decided that looking on him with scrutiny would be something that would be… worthwhile in the long run if this interaction were to continue any longer.

He made a quick glance over to Dream, who, even while wearing the mask, Technoblade could tell he was annoyed at this man's appearance. He probably disturbed him from sleeping. He knew Dream set up a trip alarm when he went into the cabin. He figured the man in green would do that.

So, with a huff of indignation, he cleared his throat and spoke to the man in front of him.

"Who are you, and why are you here, fighting my…." He glanced at Dream for a second before looking back at the man in question. "My friend?" Technoblade asked as the man went to grab his sword, only to remember he was unarmed, followed by him taking another step back, almost as if he planned to retreat.

Not only did the action confuse Technoblade, but it also got him thinking… If he was in a uniform, was he a part of a group? Maybe he was a schoolboy? But if that had been the case, why come here looking for a fight? Especially with someone he just met?

'Why choose to fight when we only just met? Did I wrong him at some point? I don't think I have, so why would he want to fight me?'

Technoblade, as far as he was aware, had never met this man before. So why was he acting hostile around him? He figured it had to do with the close proximity the camp was to the massacre of that family, but even then, that gave this man no excuse to act so hostile towards him.

"Excuse me, can you-" Before Technoblade could even continue his question, the man jumped away into the trees and ran off. His actions reminded him of Purpled, or even Skeppy, before THE EGG had corrupted him.

"That was… disappointing," Dream murmured, catching the half-piglins attention. "Well, good news, we have a new sword. Bad news, I think me and you need to have a little chat." Dream stated, leaning against the tree with the new blade in hand as Technoblade huffed.

"In the morning, Dream, I don't need to hear anything disparaging coming from you, especially because you actively ignored my order to sleep. We have a house to build. That shack won't be enough, and with the winter only just beginning, I doubt you want to be in the cold like this," Technoblade stated dryly as Dream huffed in indignation.

"You're really going to go there? Techno, you know I don't-"

Dream wasn't able to finish as Technoblade had already turned around, ignoring the masked man's complaints. He didn't have the mental fortitude to continue listening to his whining. Entering the cabin, he walked over to his bed and sat on the edge of it.

The hut he built wasn't exactly the best, but it was enough for the time being. The shack had been made hastily for the first night, so it wasn't best design-wise. It was also very cramped, but he made due. He had placed a crafting table down in the corner of the house and a furnace next to it. He had a small table beside his bed, and just separating the other bed was a chest.

He glanced over at the siblings, who were all sleeping, and he felt a slight tug on his heart. They looked peaceful, and a part of him loved it. But when they awoke, no doubt they'd be confused. After all, they had died, and now that they're alive again, they'd need to be consulted.

He looked down at the other boy, the one named Tanjiro, and he sighed. He was a tad bit interesting. His bravado was respectable, and his mental fortitude was something that he admired. But his headstrongness was also stupid. The kid clearly didn't want to listen to him back at the bloodbath that used to be this person's house, so knocking him out was the better choice.

He would be able to talk to him about the incident later. A clear state of mind would help the situation, and with his other siblings being alive, it would be a godsend to the boy to know that at least they were still alive.

Then again, he already knew that, but still.

He looked down at his hands and clenched them into fists. What was he going to do with the kids? Was he going to train them? No doubt they all harboured feelings of revenge. They would all want to see whoever did this to their family be cut down a peg, or maybe in half, depending on what the children thought.

But the issue was that he didn't know who or what attacked them. But he also wasn't just about to let them all run off with no sense of direction or fighting skill. That would be irresponsible of him.

"You're getting weak."

He grunted. The voices were taunting him. He refused to let them taunt him. For years, the voices would taunt him if he hadn't killed in a day or two.

All they were there for was his conquest against anyone or anything who defied him. They were furious when he didn't kill the boy who threw the axe at him, and they were annoyed that he didn't kill the girl when Dream had brought her to the camp.

Yet despite that, he never heard the voices be this vindictive before. It wasn't normal. Added on to the fact that this was a singular voice and not the collective he was used to hearing. One out of the millions singled themselves out to speak to him.

The voice was raspy, and it had a faint sense of regality to it. Like it was of royal origin.

Every voice he acquired was either a random person who died or was a victim of his conquest. He had killed many royal men. He had also killed many noblemen. But he never killed someone so foolish enough as to interact with him as if he was some sort of pawn. And that made him angry.

He and the voices had a sort of parasitic relationship. They demanded blood. He gave it to them periodically with a brilliant show of combat and brutality. In return, they cheered his name and boosted his ego.

But this one was different. Out of all his cacophony of voices, he had never once heard this one before. So who was it?

"The Blood God is not weak. He is Strong. The Blood God must feast on flesh and bone. Do as you were created to do. Be the monster you really are. Embrace that side of you once more."

"No, I will not. I will not return to being that cannibalistic monster anymore. I am beyond that." The answer was defiant, and it was clear as the morning sun.

He remembered that thing he once was. Back before he gained his status as The Blood God. He had been a monster that consumed anything that he had killed, whether it be man, monster, or animal. But when he gained enough power to become The Blood God, he cast aside the need to devour flesh and bone that did not belong to actual animals that were cooked, like cows and chickens. Although, he mostly farmed and ate potatoes, becoming mostly vegetarian.

So, now, that begged the question. Who was this voice? Who did it belong to? Most of the voices did not know of his past like that. They came when he became The Blood God. As far as he was aware, the voices did not have access to his past. So, again, who was this person?

"Oh? Is that so? You think because you are a God, that you must be merciful to these people? Nobody ever said a God had to bow down to a nation. Isn't it true that a God is to make that nation fear them into worshipping them?"

The voice had now begun to poke at The Blood God.

That was a mistake.

"Enough." And with that simple command, he banished that voice out of his head. He had a feeling it would return sooner rather than later, but at least now he had some peace of mind. None of his voices were ever that intelligent. He should've realized that it did not belong to his cacophony right after it had spoken more than one sentence.

Perhaps, someone had been trying to speak to him telepathically? No. Dream was the only one who could do that, and his voice wasn't even close to that one. Dream couldn't mask his voice in his mind, and he was pretty sure that Dream couldn't even mask his voice normally, even if he wanted to.

But then again… in this new land of strange wonders. Anything could've been possible, right? He huffed at that thought, laying down on his bed. Closing his eyes, he decided that now should be his time to rest.

Across the lands, a man who sat alone in a room, two children by his side, for once, stood up with a speed that was so alarming that the two children beside him could not have even begun to catch up with him.

In his mind, something drastic had occurred, and he needed to tell those who were loyal to him about the new, dangerous, and horrifying news.

As he ran, he tripped over his own footing, falling chin first to the soft carpeted floor, groaning in pain as the two children rose from their spots as fast as they could.

"Father, what is wrong?!" A child with white hair and plum-coloured eyes cried out as the man tried to pull himself up. His black hair was draped over his white haori with pink and purple mist-like patterns, which was accompanied by a black kimono underneath.

The other child who had been by his side stood up and ran over to him, helping to get him off the ground. The two children in question were twin sisters, both being the daughters of said man, whose job it was to lead the Demon Slayer Corp.

As she grabbed his arm and helped him up, the other child followed suit, the man groaning and cursing under his breath, something that the man in question never did. After a few seconds of this, he finally spoke, his voice filled with dread.

"I… I had a vision…." The man said, his breathing erratic, almost as if he was about to have a heart attack.

"A vision? A vision of what, father?" The child to his right asked as the father swallowed back his growing anxiety and fear, something of which the two children had never expected from their father, seeing as he was a man of bravery and hope, him being the leader of the Demon Slayer Corp and all.

But seeing him this weak, this scared. The vision had to have been downright horrible for that to happen.

And considering that 99% of all of his visions were correct 99.9% of the time… his two twin daughters, Hinaki Ubuyashiki and Nichika Ubuyashiki, looked at each other, concern written over their faces.

"No… I dare not say it… if I say it, then you two will worry for the future… I cannot put that pressure on my children… I refuse to…" the older man said as Hinaki, the twin on the left, scooped up his hand and held it gently.

"Father… please, you cannot bear this clearly horrific vision on your own. If the Hashira saw you like this, they too would be worried about you. You know very well how worried they already are of your declining health," Hinaki said as Nichika grabbed his other hand, slowly helping him rise to his feet.

"I agree with sister. You shouldn't bear this burden on your own. Please, speak to us, tell us what happened? What was the vision about?" Nichika asked, worry dripping from her words as they walked their father back to the place where he had been sitting.

As the man sat back down, he took a few seconds to breathe deeply, calming himself to a state in which he would not lose his cool again. After motioning his hands for his daughters to let go, with a shaky sigh, he spoke.

"The vision I foresaw…" he held back a stutter, and with his next words, the two children's eyes expressed the same fear and dread that he had experienced only a few moments ago. "…was the brutal end of the Demon Slayer Corp…."

-To Be Continued-

I know this chapter has been shorter than my last two, but it is a good way to end off the first real 'arc' I had planned. Things have finally been set into motion, and with such a deadly prophecy on the horizon, what will the future of the Demon Slayers be? Will Technoblade be the reason as to why this happens? Or will it be someone else?

I know I like ending things on cliffhangers, but it entices people to read this, so…

I would also like to apologize for the lack of a fight between Technoblade and Giyu. I know the last chapter made it seem like that was going to happen, but, seeing as how I have planned this story out (Mostly) in advance, a fight with him and a Hashira isn't ready to happen yet.

Until next time, see you all in the next chapter, peace.