So, double upload, kinda strange, don't'cha think? I have my reasons, one of them being that I'm on a roll with this. I got a DM from someone wondering what Dream and Technoblade's voices sound like while they speak Japanese, so here, I've decided to name the VA's who, if this would've been animated, that I would've picked to voice them.

For Technoblade, I've decided that Takehito Koyasu, notable for voicing Dio from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, and Raiser Phenix from High School DxD, would've voiced him.

For Dream, I've decided that Daiki Yamashita, notable for voicing Izuku Midoriya from My Hero Academia, Naranchia Ghirga from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, and Yushiro from Demon Slayer, would've voiced him.

Of course, this is just how I hear them and how they speak while writing. You don't have to do the same, but I feel as if it would make it feel more… authentic, instead of just their actual voices, since, I hate to admit it, Dream, and Techno can't exactly do emotions.

Now, just so that people know from here on out, I will have a time skip eventually, though it won't be for a while. We're currently picking up the pace in terms of how the story is progressing, and while this chapter is mostly Dream and Tanjiro focused, it serves a purpose.

Now, on with the show.

[The Blizzard]

Snow started to fall, a key sign that they were in for a blizzard. Tanjiro knew this, watching as the snowflakes fell through the open doorway, and he was worried. He had huddled against the bed where Hanako and Takeo were sleeping, keeping a close eye on the door as he kept guard. Outback, he could hear the sound of dirt being tilled, grunts and heavy breathing. It sounded like Dream, the man in green, was hard at work.

Tanjiro felt useless. He wanted to help, but he had been tasked to watch over his siblings. In a way, he was being useful, just not the way he had intended. He wanted to help Dream with the garden work, but at the same time, he knew that he had it under control.

He glanced over his shoulder, and his heart fluttered for a moment. It had been several hours, yet neither Hanako nor Takeo had woken up.

Their skin had been pale, and their arms limp, yet they breathed. It was like they were dead but alive simultaneously, almost like a state of being in-between life or death.

It was painful to watch, seeing them asleep and refusing to wake up. The redhead had asked Dream when they had fallen asleep, to which Dream had responded that they had been like that ever since he first laid eyes on them, that being at least over a day ago.

He got up from his spot on the floor and touched Hanako's face. Her skin was warm, though slightly cold due to the exposure to the wind. A frown found its way on Tanjiro's face, a worried gleam in his eyes.

"Hanako, Takeo, please wake up. I don't want to lose you." Tanjiro placed a hand on Takeo's chest, the younger boy's chest rising up and down as he breathed in and out through his nose. It was like they had been cursed to sleep forever. He wanted to find a way, any way, to wake them up.

Dropping his hands to his sides, he closed his eyes, holding back the urge to cry. He had remembered that, just before he passed away, his father had been in this same state. This same, in-between death-like state.

What if that meant Hanako and Takeo were on the verge of death? Did that mean he only had a few days left with them? He wanted to punch the closest wall, yet, at the same time, he didn't want to startle Dream or make him think something had happened.

Turning away from Hanako and Takeo, Tanjiro stepped out of the cabin and into the snowy forest. The snow had started to fall and fall fast. By the hour, there would be a blizzard, and with blizzards came snow-ins. The small hut wouldn't due for the time being. They had to find somewhere else to live or go into town.

The distance between here and the town would be at least an hour's walk at most, so making the trek didn't seem impossible. However, if the snow kept falling like it was, it would take doubly as long.

"Damnit… we're going to be stuck here," Tanjiro muttered as the sound of footprints crunching through snow caught his attention. The footsteps were slow, methodical, and as he glanced to his side, he saw Dream, standing beside him, a pickaxe on his shoulder.

"You're telling me," Dream commented, adjusting his mask to the side of his face. The man had a scar on just over his left eye, indicating he had been hurt there. The man beside Tanjiro was a man of many mysteries. His emerald green eyes, his light brown hair, and, more importantly, his pale skin.

Tanjiro had assumed him to be a foreigner, but no foreigner was that good at speaking his native tongue. Either he had been born in Japan to an American woman and a Japanese father, or he really was a foreigner and picked up on the language rather quickly.

"Say, kid, how often does it snow up here?" Dream asked, causing the boy to snap out of his thoughts.

"Huh, oh, it snows here every day at around this time, right through till summer. Every other week, there's a blizzard, though those only happen in the winter months. During spring and the like, it doesn't happen that frequently. Why ask, haven't you lived here before?" Tanjiro questioned as Dream snickered.

It was an honest question, so why did he laugh at it? Had he assumed correctly and that he genuinely was a foreigner? It didn't matter, at least not entirely. It wouldn't have changed his opinion of the man, but it would explain a lot about how he talked, his clothing, and his pale white skin.

"No, kid. Techno and I have only been on this mountain since… well, since the day we met you. We came here on rather… strange circumstances that, if I even tried to explain to you, you wouldn't believe. The technology and mystical know-how we have where I'm from would probably sound so outlandish to you, you'd think it'd be fiction."

Dream's explanation left much to be desired for the fourteen-year-old boy. However, it didn't seem like the man was budging on his statement, so he left it be.

In the distance, he could see Nezuko, a burlap sack on her shoulder, running straight for them, though there were no signs of Technoblade. Dream walked forward, meeting Nezuko in the middle. Tanjiro couldn't hear what the two had started saying, but from the look on Dream's face, it wasn't good.

Dream turned to face Tanjiro and waved him over. The boy walked forward, meeting up with the two as Nezuko handed him the burlap sack. Looking inside, Tanjiro counted seven rabbits and a singular chicken. An impressed smirk appeared on Tanjiro's face as he ruffled Nezuko's hair, causing the teen to scowl, only for a tiny smile to replace it afterward, her cheeks dusting with a slight pinkish hue.

"Techno's not going to be back for about a day or two. I'll start setting up a bigger shelter for us while you two skin and cut the meat. Sound good?" Dream stated, causing the pair to look up at the man.

"Build a bigger shelter? Before the blizzard? How?" Nezuko asked as Dream smirked.

"I have my ways. It'll be done before that shitty blizzard hits. I'll make sure of it." And with that, the man in green disappeared back to the cabin. The brother-sister duo looked at each other, nodding to themselves as they ran back to the cabin, Nezuko closing the door behind them. As soon as they got inside, they got to work.

Heavy footfalls crackled in the snow as Dream finished putting down a layer of cobblestone for the base of the floor. It had been at least thirty minutes since the last time he had seen the two siblings, and the work he had gotten done would make a typical man cry.

But Dream? He was no average joe.

Due to his access to any material in the known world—building wise, that is, he was only the Dream God, not THE God—building a bigger shelter seemed like child's play

In front of him was every material known to him. Everything from cobblestone, all the way to wool—He couldn't access End-related stuff for obvious reasons—however, he didn't have access to weapons or anything that would be super helpful, but that didn't matter. Dream had what was available to him, and that's all that mattered.

Of course, due to how his powers worked, he could only use them for peaceful reasons. If he even had a hint of negativity in his mind, they would disappear, so using them for combat was a strict no-go, which was why he didn't have access to every weapon imaginable.

He also had a time limit, five hours, anything past that, and he would begin to bleed internally. After that, it would take a year to charge. This was because of his heart having been ripped out. If he hadn't had that happen, his power would be limitless.

With a ticking clock and a blizzard on the way, he had to get this done and fast.

He started with the foundation, that being made of cobblestone. In each corner, there were carved spruce log pillars. He was going to build something fit for an emperor, just like how Techno would've liked it.

Jumping upwards, he felt the airflow between his clothes as he started to fly. As soon as he did, he began to access his inventory.

Cycling through the materials available to him, he selected pink-stained concrete and immediately began filling in the gaps between the wooden pillars. This process only took a few minutes, adding some windows to see through them and doorway so that people could access the building.

The next plan of action was to create a stairwell for a second floor and another stairwell for a basement. Dream's eyes glowed a bright green as the world around him became layered in tiles—imagine entering an edit mode for a base builder—a smirk appearing on his face.

Another hour passed, and he had finished construction on the basement, which would be where they kept their food, weapons, and also included a panic bunker in case they were attacked.

Stepping out into the snowy forest, he looked at his work and smiled. It was only the ground, some walls and a basement, but it was coming along nicely. The snow hadn't stopped coming down, but at least the blizzard hadn't arrived yet.

Immediately, he got to work on the second floor, using the same coloured concrete and same carved spruce logs for the walls. Then, for the base, he used birch wood with red and yellow carpets. On the upstairs, he built several different rooms, two bathrooms with working sewer systems—which was required—and a kitchen. Lanterns were the light source, as well as some candles.

He went all out for the bedrooms, bookshelves and the like with stacks of paper and books that could be written in. He also put some chests with toys, as well as some different styles of Haori's for them to wear—besides, he needed a change-up in clothing style, so why not match the locals—and of course, beds.

The final step was the roof, which he made out of concrete stairs and slabs. The roof was slanted so that any water would just fall downwards instead of collect and cause interior damage. Then, with a snap of his fingers, he sealed it all together with a Curse of Binding, preventing any of the materials from collapsing.

Now, the interior for the first floor. He put down some plants, like some lilies, roses, and blue orchids. The man also made tables. He split up the first floor with a concrete wall to make a kitchen, a furnace with a chimney attached so that no smoke would fill up the new house.

He grabbed heaps of wood for burning, as well as charcoal that he had to painstakingly make because his menus didn't have access to it, some barrels to keep food in, and enough seeds for carrots, beets, and potatoes to last them a lifetime. Unfortunately, he couldn't grab any actual food because that was something his powers could not grasp.

After that, he hung some paintings against the walls, all varying in size and detail, made some sliding eastern style doors, and then, just as he finished, he fell to the floor, coughing up blood. Quickly, he put his mask back over his face, a rejuvenating glow overtaking him. He finished in just the nick of time. Great.

He had built the new house in a place a close distance away with enough of a clearing that allowed him to do so. He was also able to save enough lanterns so that he could light the way for Technoblade whenever he came back.

He stood within the warm cozy house that he had built and laughed. He had never made anything like this in his entire lifetime, yet here he was, standing in something that would take the average man a month, at best, to build, but it only took him five hours.

Now, he had to transport the kids back here and get the two sleeping beauties to a room to rest. Opening the sliding door, Dream walked out into the snowy forest once more, the snowfall starting to pick up. He had to make it and fast. Otherwise, those kids would be stuck in the cold.

It wasn't that he cared, but Technoblade would've been disappointed if he didn't get them in time.

Walking through the thick snow, he felt a chill run up his spine. The cold was starting to get to him. It wasn't as if it mattered to the man, but the longer he was out there, meant the more time it would take to trek back to the cabin, grab the kids, and move them to the new shelter.

Of course, there was the explanation he had to come up with. On his walk, he decided that he would say that he found an abandoned mansion in the woods and decided that it would be best if they took it up as their base of operations.

The cold wind blew against his mask. The blizzard had finally come, and he was going to have to bear its wrath until he got to the cabin. Snow hit him hard and fast as he treaded through at least two feet of snow.

Finally, after about an hour of walking, he had made it to the cabin. Tanjiro had been sitting outside, waiting for him. The boy shouted at him, waving him over as Dream picked up the pace. "Dream! Over here! Quickly! Before the snow gets any worse!" The boy's voice was filled with concern as he shouted.

Concern? For him? That was rare, but it was better than anger, so he accepted it.

Quickly getting inside, Dream let out a huge sigh. He looked at work the two had done, the meat picked entirely off the bones and put into the burlap sack, a stack of furs over in the corner of a table as Dream smiled underneath the mask.

"Great…work… you two." Dream said between heavy breaths. He took a minute for himself to calm down before looking at the pair. "Grab your sleeping siblings. I'll carry the burlap sack. We've got to go. I found a massive house we can take refugee in. For all I know, it's been abandoned, but it is in perfect condition. I'll leave a note for Techno. You two go ahead. It's just northeast of here. You can't miss it," Dream explained as the pair paled.

"You can't be serious, we can't walk in that, we'll catch hypothermia and—"

"This cabin will NOT survive this blizzard. That house will. Now go, unless you want to be buried in a shallow grave made of snow!" Dream interrupted Nezuko, his voice filled with annoyance and a mix of anger as the girl flinched.

Tanjiro glanced at Dream before looking at Nezuko. Without a word, he scooped up Takeo, much to Nezuko's shock.

"Brother…" Nezuko gaped as Tanjiro looked at Dream before nodding.

"Nezuko, he's right. We have to leave," Tanjiro said, a determined expression on his face before he looked at Dream. "You said it was northeast from here, correct?" The boy asked as Dream let out a huff of air. He was impressed at how seriously the boy had been taking this. He liked it. It reminded him of Quackity before he had been imprisoned, that was.

"Yeah, I said that. Now quickly, get going before this gets any worse…." Dream said, moving out of the way for the pair as Nezuko grabbed Hanako. Following after Tanjiro, Nezuko entered into the cold wasteland.

The sun was beginning to set. They needed to get there before night falls, or else it would get far more worse to bear…

Out of all the things Technoblade had come across, a town in the middle of a Blizzard was something he hadn't expected. He had been walking for about eight hours, half thinking that he would find nothing on the hillside except trees for miles.

By the look of the town, it was a trading center with some homes, nothing more, nothing less, but that would do. He needed a place to stay the night to outlast the blizzard. It wasn't as if he couldn't withstand the cold. However, he still required a place to stay.

Walking into town, he saw that every single house had been closed up, though the lights were still on in each one. If he were going to enter one of the houses, he would have to do so either forcefully or with persuasion. He didn't feel as if anyone would be willing to let a guy with his appearance into their house.

Walking up the closet one to him, he gently knocked on the door. A shadow approached as the door slid open. A man wearing a grey Haori with a basic white wool shirt underneath, as well as a pair of baggy pants, stood at the door, anger in his expression as he began to shout.

"What do you want? We're not buying whatever… you're… selling…" as soon as the man laid eyes on Technoblade, the piglin pushed his way inside, knocking the man over. A small child and a woman knelt at a table, eating dinner, as they looked upon Technoblade as if he was some sort of monster.

"I hate to interrupt, but you kind people will allow me a place to stay, won't you?" Technoblade said, flashing his teeth with a smile as the woman screamed.

"Y-Yokai! There's a Y-Yokai in our house! Cast it out! Quickly!" The woman screamed as the man got up and grabbed a sword off of the wall. The blade was well-crafted, anger and fear in the man's eyes as he wielded it.

"Leave, foul Yokai or I'll drive you out myself!" The man said, preparing himself to use his weapon.

But the man never got the chance to use it.

Within the span of a second, Technoblade had drawn his sword and decapitated the man, leaving the other two mortified. The voices in his head chanted, "Blood For The Blood God!" Over and over again as the pig-man blocked out the sound.

"P-please, spare u-us…" the younger child begged as Technoblade felt his heartbreak. He reacted to quickly and hastily. He should've just tried to talk things out. He wanted to listen to the little girl's prayers. Honestly, he did, but as Purpled always said when it came to killing…

"Sorry. No witnesses."

And that night, the voices cheered.

By the time the following day had come, Technoblade had dug the family a shallow grave underneath the floorboards of their house, and by the time people began to leave their homes, he was already gone.

The blizzard had died down, though it was followed by a basic snowfall mixed with some fog. It was enough to conceal his presence amongst most people.

He wondered how Dream and the little children were doing. He really, really hoped that no one had attacked them in the time that it took for him to make it to the town. He knew Dream could hold up on his own, but he didn't know squat about the children.

But that wasn't what he was currently, and more importantly, had been thinking about.

He felt repulsed with himself.

He let the voices control him.

A mistake he would never make again.

As he left the outskirts of town, he mentally chastised himself. He would never, ever, let this happen again. He wouldn't kill another innocent family ever again.

The skies were cloudy, and the snow was up to his knees in height, but it wasn't like it was too bad for him.

He had to find what these breathing techniques were about. If he could come back with some knowledge on them, he would create his very own, original breathing technique. He had no interest in copying those two children he killed. It would've been an insult to their fighting ability.

He had ventured away from town, not wanting to be seen by the townsfolk anytime soon. Blood coated his hands in a heavy thickness, and more blood had been added the night prior. Anger filled the core of his being.

He needed to do something, anything…

That's when he saw something in the distance. It was a silhouette, and in that silhouette, he could make out a sword.

"Who goes there?" Technoblade said, reaching for his blade.

"My master seeks your attendance. Come with me, and he shall answer all your questions." The voice was calm, yet, he could sense a hint of malice. Someone wanted to speak to him, interesting.

"Show yourself, prove to me you won't stab me in the back. I can see your weapon. I'm not stupid," Technoblade demanded as the figure sighed.

"Very well," the voice said, stepping out of the fog. In front of Technoblade stood a man with long black hair, six blood-red eyes, and pale skin. He wore a purple and black Haori, with black baggy pants with a white belt around his waist. On his hip was a sword, and in his eyes, there was a word in each one, all adding up to make one sentence.

Upper Moon—rank 1.

"My name is Kokushibo. It is a pleasure to meet you, Blood God."

To Be Continued.

Dun, dun, dun! A cliffhanger, aren't I nice! It's about time The Demons showed up, a whole eight chapters in. Before you ask, yes, there will be another chapter sometime this week. Maybe, I don't know. My computer charger broke, so I'm working with a limited battery. My hope is that by the end of this week, I'll have a new charger, and I'll be able to work on this some more.

Until next time, see you all later, peace.

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