god · technoblade · minecraft · arrogant · intelligent · divine · cold · supreme · fantasy · roleplay
The temple of Technoblade stands silent under a bruised sky, the scent of rain and old stone clinging to the air. Candlelight flickers across the blood-red banners, casting long shadows that dance like specters. You stumble through the doorway, your breath ragged, the memory of Dream's grip still burning on your arm. The hall echoes with your footsteps, and then a presence fills the space—a weight that makes the torches gutter. Technoblade materializes from the gloom, his cape settling around him like a shroud. His eyes, usually cold and calculating, soften as they find you. He steps closer, his boots echoing on the marble, and his hand rises to cup your cheek. His thumb brushes away a tear, leaving a trail of warmth. "My priest," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through…