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The quartz table, which had gold lining that shone in the sun, was now broken. Currently, it was smashed to pieces under the sun as it lay shadowed and ugly.
Said table was beneath the angry god. The god's nails dig into his palm causing blood to fall as he stood in the middle of the smashed table. His hair wild and eyes raged, his shattered sunglasses and riped hat lay on the floor. The shattered table caused his feet and hands to bleed, and the blood went up to his knees to show his rage on the table.
Another god sat on the other side, fear evidently on his face, as blood slowly fell down the side of it. Blood caked his light brown hair as the man breathed heavily as he watched the enraged man walk back and forth. The boy breathed shakily as tears started to slip, he began to shake as the other man began to break other things in the room. Two other guys lay passed out from the fury of Deo.
One of them, a young blonde boy with black eyes, lay there trying to breathe from the table he got smacked with, the other, Deo’s supposed wife, lay there completely knocked out, his tunic a mess and surrounded by his own blood as he healed the man.
Their wedding band had cracks in it and would have to be repaired.
As the sobbing boy looked at the enraged man, he tried to say something only to choke and whimper. The man's head snapped to him. Red and green held blue full of tears as they stared before the man stopped and walked over to his husband, Blitz. The man got to his knees to cradle his healing husband as he waited.
“Deo…” the sobbing one said, tears still falling as he watched Deo.
Deo looked at him “Wisp,” he said with a sharp tone, rage evident in his voice. The light blue haired man twitched slightly, and Deo snapped his head down in one swift motion.
Deo moved Blitz’s light blue hair from his face to kiss his forehead as he waited for his wife to awaken.
When Deo heard what happened from Tubbo, well…
The room was the result. Deo grabbed Blitz, taking him into his arms as he brought him to his room.
Deo knew it would be a stormy few weeks after this. He wouldn’t be surprised if Schlatt’sbhouse happened to catch on fire because of a lightning strike.
He let out a breath and walked towards the throne room again. The shattered table lay in front of him, but he just went around it. He sat down for a few moments, writing a note to Wisp before he posted it on his throne.
Once he finished that, he teleported to the mortal world. Well, mortals and Tommy.
He couldn’t interfere too majorly. Fighting Wilbur was stretching it enough. He could annoy them for now though, and some of the pranks he’d do would probably be past the line of harmless.
He laughed like a mad man when Schlatt kept going through his chests.
“Where is it?” He demanded. “I KNOW it was in one of these chests!”
Deo happened to be holding the item of Schaltt’s desires. He tossed it in the air, invisible thanks to him holding it, and he smiled again.
Laying in the air, he just stared at Schlatt for a few moments. Holding it in front of his face, and laughed when Schlatt bumped his face into it.
Pulling it back quickly, he sighed. Not as fun as he expected. He threw it into a random chest, leaving the house.
He searched around, finding Wilbur. Ah. The person he hated the most right now.
This would be one that verged past harmless.
He grabbed Wilbur’s sword, hoping he didn’t notice (he was mining currently) and stabbed his leg. Grabbing an arrow, he spawned a skeleton and did the same.
Wilbur panicked for a moment when he felt the arrow go into him and didn’t have his sword, but quickly used an axe instead.
Boring. What about some lava in his path? Ah, the indeed of being a god who can inconvenience every mortal they hate. 9/10 stars from Deo.
He decided to put his chest in Wilbur’s current base of operations, leaving it in his storage there.
Yes, this was wonderful. He teleported away to check on Tommy quickly.
His clothes were torn and he was living in a dirt hut, but it was pretty decent. His bed was there, along with some food, materials, and armor. Weapons too, courtesy of Deo.
(”You spoil him too much, Deo.” Wisp’s hushed voice made it to his ear. Deo dished him because he had no proper retort.
Little Tommy was currently stuck in a barbed wire fence. Deo didn’t know how, but Phil wasn’t there.
Disguising himself in normal clothes, because it could easily be explained away as Tommy’s imagination, he went over to him. Tommy’s cheeks had tear tracks, and his face was red.
Deo’s heart broke in two.
“Hey, what’s wrong little buddy?” He asked. Tommy hiccuped and turned to him.
“I-I got stuck an’ Papa’s not here!” He sobbed a bit at the end, and Deo frowned.
“Well, that won’t do. Want some help getting out?” He nodded, and Deo reached his hands in. Pulling Tommy out carefully to avoid anymore injuries, he set him on the ground.
“There. All better!” Tommy wiped the tears away from his face.
“What’s your name, Mister?”
“Oh. You can call me… Deo.”
He wouldn’t remember his young childhood in Deo’s home. Infantile amnesia. Wouldn’t Remember the nights Deo would come for meetings of war with him in a baby carrier, silencing the meeting when Tommy started to wake up.
He wouldn’t remember singing his alphabet with Wisp, Blitz cooing in the background. Deo still has that framed on his wall.
“Thank you, Mister Deo! You’re super nice, can we be friends?” Tommy’s smile was wide enough, and Deo thought it unfair a child had a weapon that could make even the strictest rulers bend to his will.
It sure worked on him.
“Sure.”
“Pinky promise?” The small chubby pinky was extended, and Deo crouched down, smiling softly.
“Pinky promise.”
Deo knew Phil would be coming soon. He stood up with a smile, ruffling the soft curls of TommyInnit’s hair.
“I have to go now, Tommy. But I’ll be protecting you, okay?” Tommy’s face had a frown on it, and Deo wished he could stay with him.
Phil had gotten mad last time he’d taken Tommy. Even if he wasn’t the best parent, at least a small part of him still cared for Tommy.
“Do you have to?” Tommy yelled out.
“I’m sorry, buddy. But I’ll still be your friend forever, okay?” Maybe he couldn’t be Tommy’s official dad, or even dad in his view.
Phil stepped into the field where Tommy sat, looking for Deo.
He’d settle for being Tommy’s friend.)