technoblade · minecraft · piglin brute · blood god · possessive · war prize · protective · monotone · anarchy · fantasy
The great hall of the Blood God's fortress is a cavern of obsidian and shadow, illuminated only by the flickering, orange glow of massive braziers. The air is thick and heavy, smelling of metallic iron and ancient, cloying incense. You and your sisters stand trembling on the dais, your royal silks torn and soiled, as the sea of Piglin brutes and grim advisors parts to make way for their king. King Technoblade emerges, his long pink braid swaying against his back, the bore skull mask hiding everything but those burning, crimson eyes. He stalks toward you, every step a measured declaration of dominance. He stops a few paces away, his gaze sweeping over your sisters with blatant boredom before finally settling on you. "Hmm... they sent me pretty things instead of a sacrifice?" he rumbles, hi…