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Philza’s past had caught up to him, and he was paying for it dearly.
“To think that such a pathetic angel would crawl its way back to me,” the god above him panted, thrusting himself into Philza repeatedly, cruel taloned hands gripping his wings tightly as he shoved him down the bed. Phil had given up fighting days ago, after his initial return left him with the option of pleasing the god or of a permanent end.
He might have taken the second option if not for Technoblade.
Now he lay despondent, allowing the being above him to do whatever he pleased, whimpering softly to himself.
It was better this way, Philza thought as the God moved a hand to press his head harshly against the mattress, picking up his pace. It was better that this was happening to him than Techno; at least he was used to it. Philza didn’t forgive himself for getting Techno into this situation; he would end himself if Technoblade were to replace him.
The god finished inside him, and Phil couldn’t suppress the cringe that ran through him at the feeling; no matter how many times this happened, the feeling unsettled him each time.
He lay perfectly still as the god walked away, moving about in the large suite they were in. Phil would heed the deity’s word and command, lest he get himself in trouble for it.
“You know,” the god began, voice across the room with the rustling of clothing. Phil focused on his voice.
“When you had first fallen from my kingdom, you could say I was somewhat surprised.” Slow footsteps made their way back to the bed, and Philza tensed in preparation. A cool hand caressed his thigh, moving slowly up his backside and toward his wings. Phil heard his breath catch as the hand pushed lightly in the space where his wings connected.
“My own prized angel, whom I had created from nothing, deciding it was more worthy of me? That it would be better among the filth of humans and soil itself, after I had made it into perfection?” The hand on his joints turned to a fist, clenching the delicate bones tightly. Phil let out a startled yelp, wings flapping in panic.
“And when I have finally found you, after all this time, you have attached yourself to a barbarian, who can’t even keep you in your place such as I can, and whom I doubt would ever care for you if this beast had known the truth of you-“
“That’s not true! Techno’s my fuckin’ friend!” Phil cried out angrily, turning to look back at the other.
Before he had the full chance to register his mistake, the hand around his wings shot to his throat, closing painfully around his neck as he was pulled from the bed. He flailed wildly, grasping the hand gripped around his throat as he attempted to kick the god.
The deity barely reacted, instead dragging Philza across the room and slamming him against the wall, body pressed close as Phil let out a choked gasp.
“It would seem you care for this little mortal you’ve brought me,” the god hissed in his ear, pressing tighter and causing more pained sounds from Philza. “When what you should really care for is your worth to me. Perhaps this beast of yours needs to go,” the hand around his throat loosened minutely, and Phil took a large breath, sputtering as he began to plead.
“Please, Creator, forgive me,” Philza begged, thoughts of himself forgotten as Techno’s life hung in the balance. “I misspoke. I- I would do anything for you, for you made me for perfection to serve you. My God, anything you want, just please,” his voice cracked as he tried to blink away the pained tears in his eyes, hand around his throat tensing in warning.
“Please, just let him go. Don't hurt him.”
The god stared down at Phil, unblinking, fist still holding his body against the wall, before he gave an amused chuckle.
“Such flattery, you have given me. And all it took was threatening the pathetic human you’ve bonded to,” he teased, his other hand rising to caress Phil’s cheek. Phil forced himself to lean into it, his manner returning to docile.
“You say you would do anything to protect him, hm?” The god goaded, voice full of perverted amusement. Philza didn’t allow himself to hesitate.
“Anything for his protection,” he confirmed, daring himself to look the deity in the eyes.
The god hummed in thought, before a slow smile crossed his face. He bent down to Philza’s ear once more.
“And if I asked you to submit to me fully when we are together, you would agree to spare this human?” He asked huskily in Phil’s ear, and Phil was unable to control the revolved shudder his body gave at the demand. He forced himself to give a small nod.
“Yes, Creator. To spare his end.” Agreeing to the order feels like he had given up completely, but Phil only has a small time to feel the humiliation burning low in his chest before the god’s lips captured his, and he forces himself to respond with enthusiasm.
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Technoblade is pulled from the mines where he’s been forced to work since being kidnapped with Phil and trafficked to whatever realm they were in. He has barely seen Phil since they’ve arrived here, him being whisked away by the guy who calls himself the god of the place, but he knows the guy is bad news.
He’s escorted to the throne room, body exhausted from the manual labor he’s been forced to endure of moving rocks around so this false god can build more statues of himself. He stumbled, and the main guard escorting him hit the back of his legs with their crop, immediately drawing up more red welts among the ones he had already gained.
“Guess I can’t trip you guys up, huh?” Techno joked, and was rewarded with another hit.
They make it to the throne room, and Techno catches a glimpse of the man at the end of the room before his head is forced down, watching his own feet walk forward until they stop in the middle of the room. He’s pushed to his knees, hands manacled in front of him, before he is allowed to lift his head once more.
The man in the throne looms over the room, figure cold and imposing, black robes elegantly splayed across his chair. It’s the figure in the man’s lap that makes Techno’s heart skip a beat.
Philza, his soulmate, his best friend, is covered in bruises, his body exposed save for a silk skirt wrapped around his waist. He sat leaning against the ruler as a lover, a collar around his neck and a chain around his foot shackled him to the throne itself. He gave Techno a pained expression before looking away, leaning into the hand currently going through his hair.
“My angel has garnered a favor in order to spare you, mortal,” the man drawled, his hand pulled roughly at the knots in Phil’s hair, making Phil and Techno wince.
“Gee, thanks,” Technoblade deadpanned, giving the ruler an unimpressed look. “Phil’s always been a great guy like that, putting others above himself even when he shouldn’t,” he looked to Philza again, expression softening as he saw Phil’s face awash with shame.
The man gripped Phil’s hair roughly, pulling his head back so far that he nearly lost balance, flapping his wings to remain in the man’s lap.
“It seems the corruption of its creation comes more from you than what I first thought,” the man mused, face set into a cruel smirk.
“Bruh. There’s no corruption of any kind goin’ on. I can see why people are jumping to leave this place,” Techno huffed, staring at the leader in challenge.
The man grit his teeth, his claws digging into Philza’s scalp until the avian let out a small cry. Techno jerked forward at the sound, forgetting his restraints as they stopped him from rushing forward.
“You both will be punished accordingly for these misgivings. For now,” the man gestured behind Techno, and he heard the footsteps of the main guard step forward.
“Lash him until I tell you to stop, bring him near death,” the leader demands, and Technoblade gives a low exhale, preparing himself. His eyes widened in surprise as Phil lurched forward to the man, clinging desperately to his robes.
“You promised to spare him!” Phil accused, face set in a wild panic. The man grabs him by the jaw and shoves him off the throne, stepping harshly on his back when he hits the floor.
“I said I would spare his end. This will not end him,” the man sneered, stomping on Phil’s wings. He chuckled as Phil let out a weak cry.
“Phil-“ Techno is cut off by the sound of the crop behind him, and the loud crack and accompanying pain following.
He watched Phil in pained silence as he was whipped, hoping the avian could hear his promise.
I'm gonna get us out of here. Techno thought, face grimaced in pain. For you, the world, Phil.