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Weeping is all that could be heard in the empty void. The weeping wails and sobs belong to wilbur. The god of healing, wish granting, music, dreams, life and many more titles. However one name that everyone knew that sums everything up was the primodial one. Wilbur loved his creations, curious ones they were, he saw milleina after millenia pass. Eventually, he saw centruies of evolution and change in his creations. No matter what happended they alway's found a way to change and survive. unfourtunley though... that simple life was temporary.

He saw how their emotions worked although he did not understand them much, there was something more important he observed in them. sentience is what they called it, right? Then he created something he oh so dearly cherished. A child with golden locks from the brightest sun and blue eyes from the clearest of waters. Theseus he called him, the child of purity, his sunshine. Although Theseus longed for more than he knew he could give, a family. Thus, he created more beings like him. All with different features, winged, tailed, fox ears, hooves, and goat horns too.

This is how hybrids came to be. They made tribes and communties, kingdoms and society. They lived in harmony... for the most part. they had wars, and disagreements but one or another would surrender or win. Wilbur of course helped the sides that were justified or doing the right thing. Yet, when both were in the wrong, he only watched. He helped from afar, answering prayers and blessing the lands. Wilbur was happy with being alone, the only god. Although that didn't last very long. Another came along, X.D. He called himself.

X.D left a weird impression on Wilbur, something he wished he had acknowledged but it was forever to late now. unfourtunley he thought that this god wasn't a problem, X.D hadn't tried to impact the world and all he did was stare, observe with no intention to do anything else. The more time X.D watched the more the feeling in wilbur's chest grew. Until X.D finally said the first words wilbur had ever heard him say. " the blessing's you share with them are only wasted since the freedom you've given them empowers them. It gives them a complex that they are better than us, or at least equal, which in both they aren't."

This should've set him off, a sign to extract him from the equation, but he had not. And the consequences followed. X.D's creations came along, DRE&m0ns, they were named. They were creatures of greed and despair, insanity, and hate, distrust but most importantly, FEAR. Even with his blessing's to fight these creatures, they were only used to control them, use them as weapons. His world of peace was long gone. Replaced with greed that the parasitic god had placed in their hearts.

However X.D wasn't happy with his results and so here they were fighting for his creations lives and entire existance. " X.D i beg of you to stand down! I don't want to fight you, no matter how much you break my world. Please spare my creations and i'll spare your life." Wilbur both pleaded and commanded. He didn't want to provoke X.D to much. " HahahaAh, your creations are slaves to their greed! But since your so desperate for their lives how about i make them my slaves, at least than they'll be useful." X.D remarked with a smirk. Wilbur's paitence was gone with the remark.

" I'LL NEVER LET MY CREATIONS FALL INTO YOUR HANDS! MY CREATIONS WILL NEVER BE AS LOWLEY AS YOU!" Wilbur yelled, his anger running through his veins. X.D had smirked. That's all wilbur could see before the blinding white took over his vision before settling into a familar black, that he never hoped or wished to see again. " No... no, no, no, no ,NO!"

Wilbur didnt remember much after that. X.D's lifeless eyes staring into nothing. The wretching scream that came out of his throat. Or the horrible feeling he could not describe, no matter how much you asked. Perhaps, this is what his creations called loss or despair... but he would never know. After all they were all gone.

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Wilbur sat alone in the empty void. What else was he supposed to do, his creations were gone. Theseus was gone… Wilbur’s eyes had dulled, he didn't know what this emotion was but.. He hated it. Wilbur wrapped his wings around himself. He was peculiar even with other winged hybrids that had existed, because he had four, and they were poisonous too. They called his type of bird a Hooded Pitohui. One of the most poisonous birds in the whole world, his poison was the most toxic natural substance the humans and hybrids had seen.

Because of the hybrid he was, his appearance was different too. His eyes a dark red, his hair a dark brown, his wings pitch black with orange at the base of his wings, but they were bioluminescent so they glowed a bright blue when he wanted them to. His wings were 26 feet long and quite heavy. His lower back wings being half the size of his upper wings. Wilbur felt himself drift away from consciousness and towards sleep. Perhaps this was all a nightmare.

(Another chance you deserve, sleep and let yourself preserve.)

He awoke with a gasp “ W-where a-am i? How am I here, I thought my world was destroyed? ” Wilbur looked around and he saw he was in an alleyway. I should get up, and see where I am. Perhaps I'm just hallucinating?, he had to hide his wings from sight. He looked around and found an old trench coat that covered his wings amazingly. “That's better, now to see where I am.” He walked around the city, and soon got to a very dark place. “ Probably just downtown, I'll be fine.” Wilbur walked with his head down, curls covering his eyes.

Everyone he walked past, looked at him like he was food, while some looked in disgust. Staring at him for no reason, but then he was pulled into an alleyway. “ Listen here human, don't make a sound, nobody who can hear you will try to save you. So just be a good prey for me and I'll make this quick!”. The voice sounded deep, definitely belonging to a man. Wilbur smirked at the threat, it seemed like he was about to have some fun. Wilbur made a noise of amusement“, and if i don’t stay quiet,I still die? Go ahead suck my blood, I couldn't care less.” The vampire looked at him like he was dumb. But that didn't matter to him.

The sensation of fangs sinking into his neck was unpleasant but the results would be marvelous to see. It stayed there for seconds before the vampire violently let him go and began to hack and cough. “ What's happening!? It burns! OH GOD IT BURNS!”. The vampire clawed at their throat, blood spilling out of their mouth. Wilbur watched silently, his eyes a bright red, his smile revealing fangs. “ Oh how fun this sight is to watch the corrupt die~ i wonder how long it's been since i've let my anger out?” he said, a mocking tone that was as clear as day. The vampire looked fearful, terrified even. “ A-are you a part of the Watson coven? You must be! No other vampire has those eyes and you share the face of lady death herself!” Wilbur hadn't even realized he let his wings out. But he fought the urge to ask who they were. But they were obviously important.

He would look into them later.

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Wilbur cleaned up the bloody mess of his neck and went on his way. From what he had heard, this Watson coven were the only winged people on this planet apparently excluding him. But then again did he really count because he wasn't from this world. Meh, who cares. Wilbur of course knew that this would be a problem. One because he was winged meaning he would become a target to all types of people. Second, these watsons could find him a threat and make an attempt on his life. It wouldn't work but he can feel pain, like c'mon people!

He walked for hours without stopping until it became dark and the streets eerily quiet. He didn't mind until he saw a winged figure fly through the sky. Wilbur instantly thought he should hide but something in him pushed him to follow the figure. ‘Flock? Nestmate, sire!?’ Ran through his head. The need to see this figure increased by ten folds. He ran to keep up with the winged figure. Hiding in the shadows and silent like a hunting predator with eyes on the target. He didn't know why but he felt the need to see the person. “ It's just to gather info wilbur… that's all it is.” he said to himself, though he didnt feel convinced by his words.

“ Nevermind, just keep up and then boom! We get information and more awareness about this world.'' Wilbur stopped and hid behind a dumpster where he watched the figure land in a graveyard. Another person awaited the figures' arrival and they were also winged. ‘Wait… weren't the watsons the only winged ones!? Seems like I need to be wary of the truth here in this world’. “ Oh Philza, finalmente esta aqui! Y aquí pensé que no cumplirías tu palabra. Tonto de mi.” the tone of the voice sounded almost smug. “ You know I don't speak Spanish Quackity, and I got you the documents. We need more information than what we got but Ranboo can't get past all the security measures without risk of getting caught.” Philza as Wilbur just learned said.

Sigh “ This will help but X.D isn't slowing down. Everyone is at risk, especially tommy, tubbo and ranboo. Finding a way to kill X.D will be hard but we have to try. I know it seems impossible, I mean killing an original has never even been tested let alone successful. But if it's to protect them, it’ll be worth it Phil." Wilbur had stilled at the name. “No… it can't be him… can it? No, something in my gut tells me it's not the one I knew. But one thing for sure, I will kill him again if I have to." Wilbur whispered to himself. The rest of the conversation was how they were doing and if their fledglings were ok. So Wilbur turned a heel and silently walked away.

‘ it's clear something amiss but i refuse to let this world suffer the same fate mine did. Not if I can help it.’ He found a roof to sleep on for the night. “ Tomorrow I will look for a… what do they call it? Um…. Oh! A library.” That was the last thing he thought about before sleep took him to the land of dreams.

A man with a kind smile. A kid with bright blue eyes. The horns of a goat. A swish of a black and white tale. A fox-like smile. Flash through his dreams but yet… he could not see their faces. He could only hear the murmures of their laughter. Slowly getting farther away from him. “ wait… please don't leave me alone! I promise I'll be better, I'll do better, just don't leave again!”
He reached for them but they slipped from his hands like dust. “Not again!” he cried.