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The man pushed his brown hair out of his face in frustration, as he sat at his throne. Why is this so hard!? The man thought as he looked for a specific blond boy that held more chaos and beauty than the sun. Deo’s eyes skimmed through the area, noticeably not locking onto a familiar red and white t-shirt.
Deo sighed, standing up as he paced around. As Deo paced, the shorter male beside him sighed.
“Deo, you need to relax! I’m sure he’s fine.” Wisp’s voice rang through the near empty throne room. Deo took a moment to pause in his pacing, whirling on the ball of his foot to glare at Wisp before returning to destroying the floor via erosion.
Wisp sighed. “Look, we can go down and look for him, if you want?” Deo nearly cried in relief.
Wisp wasn’t the happiest about him ignoring duties to check on Tommy, let alone when he gave Wisp even more duties.
(Those gods had it coming. They’d tried to harm Tommy, so naturally, after they’d nearly killed his adopted son, but also technically not in his care, he’d stripped them of their powers and tried to shove them onto Wisp. Said god had to be chased for four hours straight, the Greek pantheon may be judging their effectiveness and maturity, [he’d not crashed that meeting, for the record] and it was just another Tuesday for the rest of the members, but it was one less opponent Tommy had to deal with.
He’d give him any break he could. He deserved it, after all.)
Deo went invisible, Wisp doing the same as they traveled to the land Tommy knew of as home.
Even if some of it was still a bitter spot, even if some didn’t think of him as someone worthy of it as their home, it was still his.
He poked around Tommy’s little shack of a house, noticing he was running out of some food. Leaving some cooked pork chops in the chest, he continued looking around.
Wisp checked through the chests and Deo went to the bed.
A little dust and collected on the headboard, and the sheets were losing their scent of Tommy. (No, he wasn’t a creep. He just had a stronger sense of smell, god things.)
“Hey, Deo? There’s no weapons here. Seems like it’s all been taken, and some of the things are thrown around messily.” He pointed to a chest, which was even more unorganized than Tommy’s usual, as well as a distinct hole where he knew Tommy left his personal items.
“The bed’s been unused for a while.” Deo glanced around the room for any sign of his son. He saw the wardrobe, where Tommy’s clothes usually resided, thrown open and a few pieces of clothes left hanging haphazardly.
“Well, I checked downstairs!” Wisp yelled to Deo as he walked down the cobble stairs. Deo turned to Wisp with fear upon his face.
“Where in the hell could he be?!” Deo stomped one of his feet in anger and he rammed through the shack trying to find Tommy, Wisp following behind trying to stop him.
“Deo, DONT, I’m sure he’s fine!!!” Wisp yelled
“COME ON MAN, IM WORRIED TOO BUT HE'S MORE THAN FINE FOR FU-...” Wisp went quiet as he looked at something on the top of one of the chests. Deo whipped around and looked at him.
“Wisp??” Deo said with a raised eyebrow as he watched his friend's face pale. The air crackled with energy, and Deo felt the hairs of his arm start to raise.
They always said the not knowing part was the worst.
Deo understood why, now. Tommy was out there somewhere, and Deo somehow didn’t know where.
“What, Wisp. What is it?” Deo asked with a sharp tone.
Wisp fell to his knees at the sight of crimson on top of the chest slowly dripping down, pooling on the quartz floor. To make it worse, there were splatters of blood, as well as slight pools of blood here and there from how it had started to collect, which means it had been there for a while.
A bolt of lighting shot through the sky, and Deo’s patience reached its end.
He was finding his son now. No one could stop him, not Blitz or Luke or even Wisp.
As Deo thought plans of chaos, his devise but soft hearted friend curled in on himself and sobbed, simply because the blood meant no good. Blood meant an injury. Blood meant someone had hurt Tommy. (The grass carried the scent of Tommy.)
All the poor boy could think about is what they could’ve done to that sweet young boy,and it got worse and worse by the second. As Wisp thought of ways they hurt the boy (even worse, killed him repeatedly) Deo grew even more enraged.
Another bolt of lightning hit the ground, and he knew he had to calm down. Deo’s best friend sobbing, an injured Tommy, and the unknown location of his son were all negatives for him and his emotions.
Deo started to count his breaths as he tapped his foot on the floor, clenching and unclenching his fists. His nails dug into his palms, and he welcomed the distraction.
There was an episode of MacGyver he’d watched once. He’d explained the science of how it worked, but Deo couldn’t be bothered to care right now.
His nails dig slightly deeper into his skin, and he let out a strangled noise, a mix between a sob and a whimper.
He’d scour the ends of the Earth. He’d fight the entire server. He’d fight all the other gods.
Hell, he’d fight Phil and Technoblade for this. Probably Eret too, he knew how much Tommy loved L’Manburg.
For now, he needed his son. He shut his eyes, grounding his teeth.
He knew, in this moment, he’d never let anything happen to Tommy again. He knew he had to make sure there wasn’t that sliver of fear inside him that said his son was dead.
He would make Tommy immortal. Wisp could say whatever. The gods could say whatever, slander his name and reputation for this.
He made a vow, in that moment, he’d protect Tommy. He’d save his son.
“I’ll save him, Wisp. I will.”
After a long time of searching, (it could have been an hour or an eternity, Deo didn’t know) he knew where Tommy was.
Teleporting to his coordinates, he saw Wilbur with him.
“When I said you would never be president, Tommy, it wasn’t a challenge. It was the truth.” Wilbur’s eyes were frantic, and he’d seen that look on many men before, and each one ended up doing something idiotic immediately afterwards.
He knew it because he’d experienced it in the heat of battle. Wilbur was going to do something to hurt Tommy. Oh, he’d learn to regret that thought even crossing his mind, as soon as he was done with him.
Deo quietly strode over, his eyes placed onto Wilbur’s form. His eyes were ablaze, and another bolt of lighting struck down somewhere. His red eye seemed to glow, (at least it would if you could see him) the green eye following suit. His tunic flowed as he became more aggressive with each step, his Santa hat long forgotten beside Wisp back at Tommy’s house.his brown hair ragged and puffed, the man's brows drew together as lighting shook the ground.
He let Wilbur’s words flow through the background, everything a blur of protect Tommy as he strode further from what could be considered a reasonable distance from Wilbur.
“Even if we win—he knows, even if we win, we’ve lost. If he fights us and kills us, we’ve lost.” Wilbur locks eyes with Tommy as the smaller boy shakes his ice blue eyes full of fear and pain. Tommy stepped back hesitantly, hands shaking with fear and anger as Wilbur stepped forward, shoulders set and feet drawn in the position of an attack.
Deo forced his body between them, intangible as it might be. He could easily change that though, and readied himself to take an attack for his son.
Immortality would take time Tommy didn’t have at this moment, but that could be worked around.
Tommy may not have immortality, but Deo did.
“D-Deo?!...” Tommy’s small voice squealed behind him, and Deo spared a moment to glance back. His son's right eye was a mixture of colors as it spears off half the young boy's face, cuts littered across his skin. Ash and mud as it cakes the boys hair and clothes, the young lad has bruises all over and they’re not small either.
They were abnormally large in size. Three of Tommy’s fingers on his left hand are casted together, along with Tommy’s right arm in a makeshift sling. As his eyes trailed the boys small body he notched the makeshift boot and brace upon the boy's knee and ankle.
Deo growed at the sight of what they did to his son.
Despite the stress of the last few hours, he smiled at his son. He returned his attention to Wilbur, a wicked smile on his face.
He was the predator in that moment, and Wilbur would be his prey.
He drew his sword, Wilbur doing the same with a grin.
Deo knew he probably had one too. The rain fell down onto the ground, dirt caking into his shoes as he sucked in a breath.
Releasing it, he opened his eyes once again to see Wilbur begin his charge.
He waited a few moments before dodging, but he made sure that he let a cut on his ribs as he ducked under his right arm. The blood came up almost immediately, and Deo couldn’t help but smile.
Deo knew, in this moment, he was probably feral, more raw power than intellect.
He also knew they needed to pay pay pay, pay you hurt Tommy, pay-
Tommy was his son. They hurt his son.
They’d suffer the consequences. The rain poured down still, and Deo knew he was getting too wet. The front was starting to drip into his eyes, and his tunic was starting to stick. His feet were sliding, and he smelt Tommy and the sharp tang of iron in the air,
Another lightning bolt edged slightly closer to Wilbur than the last had been. Deo managed a few hits in before the mud clogged up his shoes, slowing his movement.
Then Wilbur got on his fair share of slices, including one under his eye where rain water a sweat poured into it. He felt the sting of the salt in his sweat, and grimaced.
If he died, he’d have to make his way back here, even if he was immortal. He might die during this battle and leave Tommy unprotected for a while. (he seemed tired and in no condition to fight. He couldn’t leave him alone.)
Deo squared his feet as him and Wilbur locked eyes. Wilbur’s heaving breaths filled the cave and Deo grit his teeth in rage. Wilbur looked passed Deo to the tiny boy behind him.
“Tommy, I know why you do anything. It’s because you’re scared, and good for nothing!” Wilbur sneared. Deo let the lightning arch up his sword, glowing around it and illuminating his face. He saw his reflection in Wilbur’s eyes, and he took a breath.
He charged. Wilbur had no time to dodge.
The sword went straight through his abdomen, and he choked for a moment. Then he coughed, blood leaking out as he brought a hand to his mouth. Examining his hand, Wilbur blinked at the shiny red liquid.
Wilbur’s other hand went to the gaping hole in his stomach, blood leaking onto his shirt, and Deo smiled again as he collapsed onto the ground.
This wouldn’t kill Wilbur— not yet, at least. It would hurt terribly and bring down his health to near-death though.
Wilbur coughed more, and Deo let his sword return to his inventory. He glared at WIlbur before leaning in close to him.
“Now, have we learned our lesson?” Wilbur nodded frantically, and Deo couldn’t help the pure glee he felt at that fear in his face. “Excellent. Now, we’ll leave Tommy alone, correct?”
Wilbur nodded again, coughing up some more blood as tears gathered in the corners of his eyes.
Deo stood up, and a stick crunched under his foot. He continued, another arc of lightning lighting up his features for a few moments.
In that moment, he saw Tommy’s eyes were closed. He reached a hand out, feeling Tommy’s Life and the fragility of it—he was close to dying—and closed his eyes.
He grabbed his own Life, feeling the vibrancy and strength of it and mirroring it onto Tommy.
Tommy would still die, sure. Deo could technically die too. His health was just way higher and he would respawn infinitely.
Tommy was no longer bound to the idiotic three Life rule of this world. Tommy’s own Life was now vibrant like his, if slightly duller due to him being a human still, but Deo let out a breath of relief.
He’d ask Tubbo what happened later. For now, he picked his son up, and teleported back to Wisp.
Wisp was still sobbing when he returned, but he just grabbed his hat and tapped his friend’s shoulder.
He’d spend some time with his son. Then maybe he’d leave him with Tubbo, the fallen angel making up some lie to explain what he saw. He left Wilbur on the ground, mud soaking his clothes and meeting the raw edges of his skin where Deo had stabbed through him.
The mud probably stung against Wilbur’s wounds, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about how painful it was.
At least, in the manner that most would expect.
Wisp sighed in relief, and stood up. Deo took the weight of his friend and teleported them back to the throne room. He dropped Wisp off in his room, then went over to his room.
He set Tommy on the bed and gave him a regeneration position to heal his injuries. The rag and bucket of water he used to clean the wounds first seemed to help the process, even if his heart hurt when he saw his son wince in his sleep.
He leaned back on the chair and smiled softly at the sight of his son sleeping peacefully.