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Technoblade was a human- that much was obvious. When you have long pink hair thats more brown with the hair dye fading out and dull blue eyes that require glasses to see shit its kinda obvious. Another thing that was obvious is that Earth sucked. Bad. From what he learned in history class, supposedly Earth is supposed to be a planet overflown with green plants and blue water and fluffy white clouds, but instead all he sees from his small, barely the size of a bedroom apartment is sad wispy clouds and constantly dark skies. Of course, humanity tried to fix it, implementing green energy and stopping the pollution as much as they physically could, but it wasn’t enough. Especially where Techno lived and he couldn’t walk a step outside without hacking up a lung, annoyingly enough. Techno grunts, looking down solemnly at the comb that was now, once again, broken in half. The duct tape hanging lifeless like a widow hanging out a window. The fifth time it had broken this week. He should probably buy a new one. Will he? Hell no- hygiene is expensive these days.
He tosses the comb to his tiny mattress of a bad, the last of the tape fluttering to the ground as his fingers rip apart the tangles and knots in his hair. Wincing every time his finger nails got caught against a strand. He hadn’t had the time or money for a proper nail clipper after all, college drained him dry. As soon as his sad sad, brownish hair is sufficiently entangled he pulls it into the tightest braid he can- making sure it will stick until he can, at the very least, buy a new stupid comb. Techno shifts and with a kick of his legs sends his rolls chair not very far, otherwise known as the other side of the room and Techno takes a long look in the mirror.
“God… you look like an absolute wreck…”
Techno runs a hand under one eye, the dark eyebags practically following him without effort.
“Perfect for work.” He snorts, standing up. He crossed over to the other side of his apartment within three easy strides, grabbing his bright red coat with the fluffy collar, brown rusty patches from previously spilt tea and coffees. It's simple to pull the hood up and over, hiding his nose and jaw within the cocoon of warmth before he twists the broken handle of his apartment three times, then back again to open. The lock barely worked anymore and Techno had had numerous nights of hopelessly watching locking tutorials on his shattered phone to prove it.
As he steps out he comes face to face with his neighbors door, a sign saying ‘Love the Earth, hate the Cops’ plastered with drippy black paint over the white-ish wood. He pointedly ignored the blood near the bottom where the wood would scrape across concrete. Mr. Upo gave him his leftovers every Thursday and Wednesday so he had no right to question what the man got up to these days. Or his doors.
Techno shoved his hands in his pockets as he twisted on his heel, fiddling with the lighter concealed inside the ratty felt. Of course, he never lit it, he was tired, but not stupid. Instead, he took satisfaction from its cold metal pressing against his palm, harsh corners digging indents like it was their sworn oath. The steps rattled underneath his feet, Techno carefully hopping to the other side to avoid a sinkhole starting to form on the left of the fourth step down. Someone should probably get that fixed. Will it be him? Hell no. Finally, after the fourth twist down that made him feel like he had taken some kinda drug, he reached the cold, miserable embrace of the outside world. A cough shocking its way out of his throat like he owned it rent an hour overdue.
Ah yes. The wonderful city of Trent. Not its actual name but no one bothered learning the name of a small city surrounded by an even bigger city that was a crumb even an ant would ignore compared to The Capital. Techno snorted quietly again at his funny little stupid jokes. He pulled the cuff of his coat up to cover his nose and mouth, nose being assaulted with the lovely scent of urine and blood in the morning. Truly, the definition of a wonderful day, he hasn't even been stabbed yet! Of course as he said this, life had to kick him in the balls nearly an hour later. (Yes he had to walk an hour and 30 minutes to get to work- it was the only place that would hire him and he didn't trust the murder trains.) His face heated up as if someone cranked the nearest heated to full blast and shoved it in his face. Otherwise known as a building exploding in front of him. Lovely.
He and all the other stone statue victims of this heinous crime ducked for cover. Men checking watches with frustrated looks and women catching up about their knitting clubs. Even a child or two ran past Techno in a game of ‘Who won't get hit by a fire blast and die a terrible death?’ Truly a classic known to all who had sense. Fancy shoes click with such an echo you would think it was right in front of him but no, it was nearly five miles away.
Techno's heart stuttered to a stop, pupils expanding as he gazed upon the figure of Shatter Then it resumes its daily schedule as planned. Just a side effect of the being's ability, any who gazed upon his visage that they deemed not of their family is frozen in instinctual fear for as long as it takes to break it. They towered above everything and everyone at a solid 7’2, lanky legs that seemed to have been put into a paini press then twisted and bent double backwards and upside-down. Their knuckles dragged against the floor with the way their shoulders slumped in on themselves, shoulders hunched in like a very uncomfortable one way hug. Their jaw unhinged like an extinct being known as a snake, two pairs of glossy black fangs glinting in the firelight. Wrapped in cloth of purple, black, and shiny metals- they were the definition of many kids living boogieman. Fitting they are a villain then.
When Techno turned his head ever so slightly to the left and saw the figure fighting with Shatter, he actually may have fallen to the fiery pits of hell with the rest of humanity because there was no way he would be in heaven.
Seraphim
The man- creature- being- Gods- back stretched and cracked, two pulsing, undulating arms of meat expanding from the bone of his spine. Feathers and probably the souls of those he killed sprouted like seeds from the limbs, coating the area around the man with a coldness not unlike a black hole with the way they sucked light into them. Like Shatter, his legs were bent and broken but this time resembling a bird rather then a kids fucked up drawing. Obsidian talons the size of Techno's head tore gorges into the concrete and stone all of it melting like butter under his grasp. His face was covered by a veil that reached down to the floor and dragged along it like a wedding veil, somehow never getting in his way. The massive fucking hat providing some wonderful protection for the non-existent sunshine with the way it kinda dwarfed the man. The unholy fabric continued to wrap around him, never damaged, always moving.
Now, this wasn't even addressing The Murder. The minimum of sunlight that passed through Trenton devoured by blackness and ink, everyone's vision dipping as if someone turned off the lights on the world. The only visible light at all being from the glowing eyes of Shatter which they somehow turned off, probably by blinking. That made sense Techno- you need to move Techno there's a CAR-
He barely manages to flatten as the beaming lights of a car fly overhead, the crowd around him ducking like the waves at a concert. Screams echoed behind Techno as he moved with the rest of the crowd, stepping over the cooling bodies of those children he saw earlier. Lessons from when he was born until now started burning through his head- every known villain and every way to avoid them in your local area. What heroes to look out for. Follow the crowd and you'll be fine, says the evil little voice that was his third grade teacher. This wasn't supposed to happen, Seraphim was not supposed to happen. He and his crew mostly stuck to the Capitols, miles upon miles away from Technos small city and yet-
And yet. The crowd moves as one as a building collapses to the right, bugs getting squished as the herd climbs over it to rejoin the stampede. Techno's breaths come in short little kicks as he stumbles blindly to the bioluminescent sign that reads 'BUNKER', the crowd seemingly agreeing as he is pulled through and around rubble. You have to follow the crowd. The early bird gets the worm. Do not be the early worm. More people scream as a hero zips past, grabbing someone by the back of their coat and throwing them at a villain. Blood and guts splash overhead, his hair shielded by his hood. Somewhere a child screams for their father as his head slams next to them.
He keeps moving.
He only has eyes for the sign, a fish in a minnow pool, a tiny pond as birds fly overhead and loom over, any time they could peck down and stab an unlucky shiny minnow. A puddle with a looming widow and one single fishing pole. In a flash, someone falls, taking a third of the herd with them. The wolves descend, shadows crawling over the body like armies of spiders. Techno rips his gaze away, going back to the sign- safety- salvation-
Something grabs his hood.
Or more accurately, someone. Technos stomach drops and stays behind on the concrete as he's thrown into the air like a bouncy ball, his body unless to the effects of gravity and inertia as he flies above the crowd, weightless for only a moment before that something returns. Suspending him in mid air with inky blackness blocking the twinkling whites of flashing eyes in the black panic. A claw, razor-sharp and with deadly permission crawls into his pocket and swiftly collects his lighter. His pale jelly hands refusing to move to keep his only true possession as Seraphim looks down at him with a wide smile that he shouldn't ever be close enough to see. One of his claws flicks the lighter, the flicker sparking to bring its little light into this dull, dead, rat infested world as it illuminates his face.
His eyes.
There's a vibration of a pleased hum from the man as the lit lighter drops below, Techno’s body and mind left behind in the claws of death as it takes its loving light with it. He can feel everything fall back from the slow motion he had been in. And all of a sudden, the support from the arms is gone and he is plummeting just like his light, wind throwing his hair to disarray with the gusts biting into his skin. All he can see is the blue of the angel's eyes.
Has he ever seen that shade of blue?
Certainly not in the sky
No
No.
That blue belonged to the Angels, he knew it as he felt the black drip into his vision.
That blue belonged to an Angel of course,
Deaths Angel.