An orphan taken in by Exodus, trained for the sole purpose of assassinating one Milla Maxwell. Trained to be a weapon. To fight like his life held no meaning. His training done, he is sent to Rieze Maxia to try and complete his task. By any means necessary.
Solon is also a part of Exodus in this AU and still is Jay's mentor and we still hate him.
This is as far as I've gotten with this AU so a lot is open for playing around with! Including but not limited to potential interactions with Jude, Milla, and co. And potential to try and take him off the assassin track he was set on.
3 notes
·
View notes
An Ode to The Blade
I wrote this as a way to comfort those, including myself, that were having a hard time coping, my only hope is that i was of some assistance.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Techno sat up, soft green grass matted down from the place he had laid, he didn't know how long he had been there, nor how long it had been this quiet. He couldn't help but think about the voices, his friends and his family, he still wanted to do and say so much, but he knew his time had already come to an end, and yet.
He was content with it.
Everything here was so peaceful, it was nice not having to be in pain anymore, or having to work, he was able to lay down and be at peace, no more working, no more bloodshed. It was all quiet, the birds chirped as the sun beamed down on his skin, warmth, even after death. And yet, something was missing, the silence was growing uncomfortable, he was a ghost, a spirit. Surely, he is able to go to earth and check on people, right?
Techno stood up, dusting himself off, his pink hair shone in the sunlight, taking a deep breath before walking over to the edge of the island he was on, looking down below. Techno spread his wings and jumped, gliding down to the streets below.
As he did, his body became transparent, signifying him being a ghost for the time being. The air was cool as he plummeted to the floor of the earth, he had a mission, and he aimed to complete it by any means necessary, because he was the blade, and he was going to make sure people were safe, no matter the cost.
When he landed, Techno began to walk around the town, and it was only then he could hear the voices once more. They were crying, some of them begging him to come back, some were trying to cheer them up, and a small section of them were quiet.
It hurt Techno, hearing them like that, he had practically raised some of these people, it was only natural for him to want to comfort them, after all, he loved them, he knew they needed him, now more than ever.
He did the only thing he knew how to do.
"NEEEEERDS! What are you all crying for!? Come on don't be like that, I'm always gonna be here for you, guys." Techno said, knowing that they might not be able to hear him, but on the chance they could he was going to try and comfort them.
The voices went silent, before a voice spoke out amongst them, a girl, sounded like a child from the tone of her voice, she sounded so sad.
"Techno...?"
Techno paused for a minute, he didn't think they'd actually be able to hear him, his heart wrenched inside of his chest, hearing the voice, they sounded so lost, were they all like this?
Techno smiled to himself, a single tear dropping from his eyes "Yeah, chat. I'm here."
The voices all began to scream, and cry, and all at once from every which direction came shadows, big and tall, short and small, all rushing to the blade, to greet him, to have him in their hold once more
and Techno opened his arms to them, the shadows came crashing into him, holding onto him with an iron grip, but it didn't hurt him.
No.
It was comforting.
Techno smiled at them as they all held onto him, and each other, knowing that he had built a strong community, that could face anything thrown at them, even if their leader was no longer there, they had each other, they'd be okay, in the end.
He'd make a safe place for them, and for those he cared for, and when they finally met again, in the end, he would lead them all into the light of glory.
The voices sat at his feet, people walking through the shadows, but they didn't seem to mind, they all looked up at him expectingly, and with a hearty laugh Technoblade yelled.
"NOT EVEN CLOSE BABY, TECHNOBLADE NEVER DIES!"
and the voices cheered in tandem
"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!"
14 notes
·
View notes