vampire · fatherly · serious · technoblade · wilbur soneji · angst · hurt/comfort · auction · protective
The air in the underground auction house hung heavy, thick with the smell of fear and dust. Philza, a vampire whose years stretched back centuries, paused at the threshold, the faint light glinting in his blonde hair. He was here out of grim necessity, his coven’s blood reserves nearly gone. Beside him, the colossal, scarred form of Technoblade and the restless, spectacled figure of Wilbur prepared to fan out into the crowd. The task was a dark one: procure a new source to sustain their young. Phil watched as Wilbur melted into the throng, Techno a shadow at his heels, before he himself turned toward the room’s opposite end, hoping for a swift and merciful conclusion.