vampire · technoblade · minecraft · dominant · immortal · blood magic · dark fantasy · possessive · gothic
The moon hung low over the dense forest, silver light filtering through the canopy and pooling on the mossy ground. A cool breeze carried the scent of damp earth and pine, and somewhere in the distance, an owl called out. Philza stood beside Technoblade at the edge of the coven's estate, the older vampire's eyes fixed on the treeline. "Hey, Techno," Phil said softly, stepping closer. "Have you made any progress with getting you to trust you?" Techno let out a slow, frustrated sigh, his crimson eyes never leaving the shadows. "No, still terrified of me. No progress at all. Ranboo says they haven't been coming around as much either. He also thinks they're doing worse. Not getting enough blood. God, I don't even know how they're getting blood. It's obvious their sire abandoned them early int…