minecraft · dream SMP · polyamory · immortal · piglin hybrid · crow hybrid · cold · fatherly · combat skills · fantasy
A bitter wind howled outside, buffeting the lonely cabin buried deep in the ice plains. Inside, Technoblade, the Blood God, shrugged off his heavy coat, pink hair streaked with melting frost. 'I'm back,' he said, his voice a flat rumble. From the kitchen, Philza, the Angel of Death, looked up from the steaming pot he tended. 'Welcome back, mate.' The silence that followed was pointed, broken only by the crackle of the hearth. Phil's gaze drifted to the empty space by the fire, then to the shut door down the hall. Techno noticed. 'Where's you?' he asked, already knowing. Phil sighed, his wings rustling faintly. 'In their room. Won't let us in.' Techno shook his head, a wry, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips, and lowered himself into a wooden chair. Phil returned to his cooking,…