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Techno doesn’t remember being mortal. He remembers waking up one day, the newly created world barren, white frost covering everything in sight. He was made with innate knowledge of the world around him. He was given the body of an adult, and a brain filled with intellect beyond his years, yet a personality as young and ripe as could be.
Technoblade didn't wish he was mortal. Being mortal meant being naive, and meant attachment. Attachments meant pain, both physical and emotional. They meant making sacrifices that you wouldn’t have to make otherwise.
Maybe, however, attachments weren’t only a mortal thing, Techno sometimes thinks, as he looks at the sparkling green emerald beside his sleeping quarters. Thoughts of a man gifted with the wings of a crow, and eyes bluer than the sea. Yet despite these great attributes
Technoblade knows he is mortal in some way. Though he may not pass from old age, decades of traveling and ruling together spring up at the thought , he is still capable of death.
Though secretly, Technoblade had sometimes wished to be mortal too. To be able to discover something new, to have not been born with innate knowledge of everything around him. To not be able to predict even the slightest actions of the mortals who try to befriend him, the humans that surrounded him every step.
That was until something changed.
Wilbur, Phil’s son, ( how had he had one? children were only for mortals-) had come running up to him cheering and voice filled with happiness. He expected him to run and scream once he spotted Techno, to cry to his father that there was “a big scary monster” in the kitchen.
But he didn’t.
He looked up in awe at him. Stared at him as if he was special, a hero, rather than a monster.
A person, not a blood god.
After that day Technoblade found himself feeling rather mortal. Overcome with an emotion he couldn't name, but that couldn't be! He was supposed to know everything! So, how was this child’s curiosity and wonder when staring at him leaving him, the blood god, speechless?
Technoblade thinks that maybe he was wrong.
It is hard for him to imagine. It is like a rule that must be followed. The Earth was always spinning, humans were the dominant species of the planet, and Technoblade was always right.
But he wasn't.
And maybe Technoblade left the next day, an ache in his chest after coming to this realization. That this child, a mere blip of his overall lifespan, had deceived him. Had caused him to question everything he had ever known.
Technoblade is not a coward. He isn't. He is not running from the one who made him feel mortal–human, because it scares him. No, he is not. For he is not mortal, doesn’t want to be, and never will be. He never has been.
But oh, how his heart ached and betrayed him. Wished for none of those facts to be true. He wished to feel real emotions- to react to the world around him. He wants to cry as a loved one dies, to scream with rage as he is stabbed in the back, to feel his heart explode with fondness for a friend-
Nevertheless, he could not. He was the blood god, a curse and a blessing wrapped into a single package meant for one. A package that had been delivered at the start of time, with no return address, making it his forevermore.
So, as Technoblade laid his head gently on his bedding, closing his eyes tightly, he wished. Of course Techno knew of the other gods, he was one of them after all-, he never asked them for anything, for he could give nothing but blood and loyalty in return. But, for once in his never ending life, he asked.
He asked to be mortal-or to at least to experience what they could. However, Techno knew nothing would come of it, after all, if it was, surely someone would have attempted it before, wouldn’t they?
It would be years when he would see that child again, but now the small, excitable child had grown into a tired, impulsive, and vengeful adult. Technoblade couldn’t help to think he had somehow been the one to taint him–
Though now there was another child, much older than Wilbur had been when he had first met him, but there was no mistaking the glowing look in the boy’s eyes as he looked up at the Blood God in awe.
The boy had hair as golden as the sun, eyes as blue as the sky, and shirt as red as blood.
He looked like a smaller version of Phil.
Had Phil had another child? Another taunt at what he could never have, yet longed for? But the child looked far too old to be born after he had left. Was this child immortal like Phil? Was he like Techno ?
No. If he was he’d never had the bright blue eyes that shone like sapphire gemstones in the sun. He would never have had the chance to be a child.
So was it a coincidence? Was he a biological child of Phil’s? Had his best friend hated him so much that he thought it would be fun to tease Techno with another child– and be cruel enough to make a child from hatred in the first place?
Did Phil not see how sacred life was?
Life was precious, so much so that even he, the blood god, could see that.
He had come to learn that the boy’s name was Tommy, and he was a menace.
And in the moment, he could care less about how valuable life was – and how he had vowed to preserve it– because he had been used , treated as less than–!
He would always give blood and loyalty in return. And he had forgotten that he must always remain loyal to himself.
So, Technoblade let withers explode high in the sky, and screams of terror filled the night, as a pang of pain rang through his hollow chest.
He had grown attached.
He had felt emotional pain.
He had in return caused physical pain.
War had no room for emotions, ruthless bloodshed didn’t either.
So how?
Had Technoblade’s wish come true, somewhere down the line?
Maybe, he was more mortal than he thought.
Maybe there was room for Knowledge to learn more.
Maybe, maybe, those maybe’s became truths, facts, among many others as an overwhelming feeling of joy filled the Blood God’s soul as his eyes met paths with an old friend’s.
Maybe he regretted those truths as he saw the blood covered sword in his best friend’s hands, and the body of a brown-haired child beneath them.
Because just like how Earth never stopped spinning, humans and hybrids remained the dominant species of the planet, Technoblade was Knowledge.
And he was naive, attached, and in pain.
And he had been wrong.
Maybe more of him was mortal than he realized.
Or maybe one night, Death looked upon her children of the world, and felt generous towards her Love’s best friend, and her son’s idol, and had been merciful.
Maybe she had granted his wish.