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The blanket beneath him was soft, his entire body felt extremely light. A hand was running carefully through his hair and light was annoyingly shining in his face. He groaned shifting into the blankets more and as if they could read his mind the person next to him laid their hand over his eyes.
"Mornin' Tom's." A calming voice said.
"Mmmmm." Was all Tommy replied with.
The other laughed and continued running a hand through his hair, he relaxed into it.
"Are you planning to sleep all day? It would really be a shame,-" Tommy's eyes shot open, as he stared at the man... or God sat by his bed.
"Wilbur?"
"Tommy."
"Will!" Tommy's eyes brightened immediately and he sat up, falling into the gods' open arms, "Your back!" He yelled with a bright smile.
Wilbur laughed and wrapped Tommy in a hug, "I said I'd be back in less then a week didn't I? Plus, I'd never miss my little brother's birthday." He smiled into a head of blood.
"A week is too long." Tommy muttered into Wilbur's shirt, "You left me with THEM." He exaggerated.
Wilbur lost it at that, he pulled back from the hug carefully, "You mean your fucking parents?" He said through laughter.
"Yes! Will they're horrible, you don't get it." Tommy complained moving back so he was against his bedroom wall, "It's a miracle I haven't been thrown to the streets yet." He mumbles under his breath.
Wilbur's eyes darkened at the words, but he covered it quickly with laughter.
Wilbur takes a moment to catch his breath, then smiles sympathetically at him, "I know, I know, I'm sorry alright? If it helps you can make your wish now instead of later." Wilbur offers and Tommy grins.
The past 6 years Wilbur let's Tommy make a wish for his birthday. No matter the wish Wilbur makes it happen, like he said, his little brother will not know the word No.
He has kept his word.
"Works for me." Tommy's grin grows, he has known what he is gonna wish for, for months.
"Alright then, what would you like Tom's? Please do not ask for a poisonous fucking planet again, or a COW." Wilbur states as he leans against the wall next to Tommy.
"Hey! Do not insult Clementine or Henry." Tommy crossed his arms and glared at the man next to him.
"Of course, my apologies." Wilbur states sarcastically.
"You better be, anyway!" Tommy yells jumping up suddenly, "I want you to take me around the world." He grins at the god on the bed.
Wilbur's smile falters slightly in surprise, "What?" He questions.
"Traveling? Will, I want to LEAVE, I wanna go places! My life has gotten hell of a lot more fun since meeting you. But I-... I don't want my entire life to be this small ass village." Tommy pauses, "Me and my parents don't get along at all anymore will, every conversation ends in a argument. So my wish this year, is for you to get me out." He says, "I'm ready to go even!" He yells, grabbing a bag from under his bed and throwing it in the bed. He steps back so that he is in the middle of the room, a hopeful look rests in his eyes.
Neither of them say anything for a while, Tommy fiddles with the sleeve of his shirt as he continues to stand in the middle of his room. Wilbur's expression is blank, which Tommy recognizes as his thinking face.
Wilbur looks at the bag and sighs, "Tommy, if we leave we can't come back. Humans can't not know me nor my face." He says with a not sad look... Wilbur doesn't feel emotions for mortals, but he does feel... strange at the thought of hurting Tommy.
Tommy stops messing with his sleeves with a look of understanding, "You... you would need to kill them? Wouldn't you." He says a look Wilbur doesn't recognize flashing in his eyes.
"Yes, yes I would."
Tommy doesn't say anything and Wilbur nods in understanding, "That's fine Tom's you can make a new-"
"Okay."
Wilbur blinks, "Excuse me?"
"Okay, I want to leave." The kid in front of his shrugs, the look of... joy, covers his features.
Something rises in Wilbur's chest and he grins, "You're sure?" His little brother was giving the okay? Was it okay to do what the god had wanted to do the moment he set foot in this ratched village, he could get revenge for every tear that fell from his brother's eyes?
Tommy nods, "Now, I want to leave... right now."
Wilbur stands, bag in hand, "Of course, anything for my little brother." He places a hand on Tommy's head, ruffling his hair.
Tommy just laughs, the best sound in the world for Wilbur, he'd listen to it on repeat all day if he could.
"You know the tree where we first met?"
"Mhm?"
"Good," Wilbur takes his hand away and holds out the bag to Tommy, "I'll meet you there. I don't want to risk you getting caught in any cross fire, okay?" Wilbur instructs as Tommy grabs the bag, slinging it over his shoulder, as Wilbur grapes his hand.
Tommy gives a skeptical look to Wilbur as he follows the God out of his room and to the house stairs, "You will come find me.. Right?" hand tightening in Wilbur's grasp.
Wilbur's eyes soften at the words and he squeezes Tommy's hand as they step down the stairs, "Wherever you are, I'm never far behind, I promise my symphony." He is assured and Tommy relaxes, the nickname has meant the world to the two. It was a sigh in itself that Wilbur would never willingly break the promise he'd just made.
"Wilbur? When did you get-" Tommy's fathers asks from the living room, as he stands up, curious look on his face.
"Go on now, I'll deal with this little one." Wilbur gestures at the door and Tommy grins.
Without any further hesitation Tommy takes off out of the house, Wilbur watches him go with a feeling of... pride.
"Thomas!" His mother yells attempting to run to the door.
"What is going on here William!?" The... thing in front of him demands.
He doesn't waste his breath on them, he simply grins. He lets himself feel it, the strings that connect to their minds, their sanity, he breathes a sigh of relief. With centuries of natural experience, he hums the first note calmly. He barely catches a glimpse of Tommy running into the tree line behind the home and he lets himself completely relax.
As soon as the sound left his throat Tommy's-
- they didn't deserve that, not after what they had done to HIS youngest brother,
These- THINGS. Stopped, a dazed, look crossing their faces as they turn to each other. He hums the next note of his song and they snap, the look of confusion fading into anger, madness.
Wilbur can't help the laugh that escapes him as he watches them lunge at each other.
Wilbur knows he has more to do in a far too short period of time, but he can't help but watch as the couple tears each other apart. Screams and shouts echo through the home, he watches as blood spills from new open wounds and bruises start to form on normally plain skin. Words that the two had been… dying to say, finally being let free, along with flesh and hair that was being torn from the two on the floor, by no one but each other.
He watches as one drops, their breathing coming to halt and life draining from their eyes. He watches as the other looks around and breaks into hysterical laughter, tears streaming down their faces.
He turns with a wide grin, a dangerous look in his eyes as he walks calmly out of the home.
He begins to hum a quiet lovely tune as he walks through the streets. Chaos breaks around him as he walks, mortals turning and attacking each other, killing themselves. Some begin mumbling to themselves as they turn quickly, paranoid looks rest over them.
Wilbur breaks into hysterical laughter as he watches the Insanity that surrounded him. He wants to, wishes to, stay and watch his masterpiece unfold, he wants to stay and listen to the melody he has created with the screams and pleas of the... creatures around him. But alas, he can't. After all he has a brother to introduce to the world, a little brother to make happy, and to keep safe.
And if any other God shows up, which they will, between the chaos and death, blood and cries. Someone else is bound to show their face, and he plans for he and Tommy to be long gone by then.
So he stops his tune and sets off in the direction of a large tree. A tree which is ingrained into his mind, a location he will never forget.
Charcoal wings weighed heavily on his back as he settled his feet on the ground, he straightened his back. He strides deeper into the forest with a smile on his face. He had a soul to collect after all, and a son he needed to speak with. He travels carefully through the trees, stretching far off the ground. He knew that if he wished so, he could be larger than them, but he enjoys the block from the sun.
He also Suspects that Physis would not be too pleased with him, if he were to destroy her work. So he keeps his normal height as he approaches the small clearing in the forest his wife's crows had led him to.
Speaking of, the sounds of Crows follow him as he walks, one preached happily on his shoulder.
"Hello Sanguis." The man says as he steps through the barrier of trees.
A creature, not quite man, turns away from a body, twisted and mangled in ways that should not be possible. Its head is that of a pig with tusks that crawl from its mouth. A deep red cape falls carefully off its back and Blood stains the almost king-like clothes that it wears. Its eyes are a dark crimson color that seem to glow in the light. It has what can only be assumed as a pleased smile on its face as the man approaches, the golden trinkets that litter the creature's body and golden crown on it's head shine almost like a welcoming.
"Hello Phil," Sanguis greets, moving the blood stained ax to rest in the strap on his side.
The man smiles, "I see you have been busy?" He laughs as he approaches the two.
The piglin nods, "It was one of the few things that survived Insanitas wrath." He laughs, to Phil it's one of the best sounds in the world.. But the deep monotone sound could kill a mortal in seconds if he so wished.
"I see," Phil nods, something growing inside him at the mention of his oldest.
"So, you are here to collect its soul then?" Sanguis asks, glancing back at the mangled corpse with an assumed grin.
Phil sighs, "I am, but I also have something we need to discuss Sanguis.'' God says with a more serious tone.
His son gives him an odd look, but nods nonetheless.
"Something wrong?"
"Hmm, Walk with me, my boy." The man states rather than asks, as he starts for the trees again, "It's too hot here."
The piglin nods once again as his body starts to... morph. The pink fur coats the creature's body to pale white skin, and the fur on its head grows out, turning onto light pink hair that stops at his knees. Scars form on pale skin and the clothes seem to shrink with him, still coated in blood. The ax stays on his side as the now human form of the God pulls out squared glasses from a pocket in his pants.
"Of course." He replies, following the stride of his father, catching up quickly. He places the glasses to rest gently on his now human nose, as he pulls his hair to the side. He separates it into 3 and begins to braid as they walk.
The two step back into the trees, and Phil sighs once again, adjusting the bucket hat on his head.
"Is everything okay Phil?" Sanguis questions, red eyes flash with concern for a split second, but it vanishes quickly.
"Yes, however I worry that Insanitas is not." Feathers ruffle behind him as his brows furrow slightly.
This catches the younger gods attention, "What do you mean?"
They pass by a rather large tree, leaving a dark shade of green, darker than the rest.
Physics must have taken great joy and care creating this one, Phil notes.
He keeps his eyes trained ahead of himself as they walk, "He seems to have fallen off radar, and your mother is refusing to help search for him." Phill explains with an unimpressed tone.
Sanguine hums in response.
"You know what happened last time he did this, yes?"
"I do, do you think he ran off with a mortal again?" He questions, matching his father's unimpressed tone and look.
"I'm not sure," the God says honestly, "That's why I'm asking you to go look for him. It's not abnormal for your brother to find some... fling, he wants to pursue. But the last time he was gone for more than 5 years, I ended up a grandfather." He chuckles dryly.
It's no secret that The Angel Of Death was less than pleased with his eldest son's actions, among the gods. But it was also no secret that The Angel Of Death cared too much for his son to tell him off.
But he has begun to fear his lack of strictness with his boys has become an issue.
Sanguis grimaces, "You want me to find Insanitas?"
"Yes, I do not wish for a repeat of history, if he had truly fallen for another mortal, then a repeat of last time is almost certainly going to be the aftermath. I do not believe the mortals would survive another breakdown from your brother. So I want you to bring him home Sanguis, do you understand?" His father finally turns to face him, giving a pointed look.
Sanguis rolls his eyes with a huff, "Sure, just know you owe me dad." He mutters.
"I'll bring you gold?"
The piglin considers the deal. Then with a grin he nods at his father, "I want a ring, if I have him home in less then a week you must make it 4." God insists.
Phil chuckled lightly, "Sure mate, just get him home?" The man requested before spreading his wings out.
"You can count on me, Phill." Sanguis states as the man's feet leave the grass floor.
"I know I can," he says with a smile before his body lifts far off the ground, wings moving leafs out of the way as his body is carried above the clouds.
Sanguis watches his father leave and sighs once he is out of sight, "This will not be fun." He mutters under his breath as he continues his walk through the forest.
Whatever- whoever Insanitas had gotten attached to, must have a strong hold on his older brother, as it took nearly 3 days for sanguis to feel the pull of blood. For the voices to begin screaming their directions at the god, he followed their demands, just as he always had.
They expected to show up at the village, (which the voices had informed him was named “Pogtopia”.) and find his brother dancing around some female mortal, following her every demand and granting every wish. Not whatever or what he had stumbled upon.
Fires had long since died out, leaving an ashy look to the world around and smoke-like taste lingered in his mouth with every breath. Homes had caved in, or were charred into an unrecognizable state, farm land and cattle all slaughtered and trampled upon. But the worst(Best) of it all, was the body. Bodies of the elderly, middle aged, rich, poor, children, teens, anyone and everyone, their bodies scattered the streets.
Sometimes sanguis and forget that his brother could be just as if not more violent than he himself when he so wished. So it really shouldn't have been a surprise to find the town revolving to nothing but ash, but.. The last his brother had gotten this bad was… the two mortal deaths. What had triggered this from Insanitas?
Blood~
They whispered a soft tone, luring him in a direction. He let himself be dragged away by the voices, he approached a small house, not big, but not too small, a perfectly fit house.
He steps inside by demand of the voices, he stops in his tracks the moment a foot lays on the wooden floor however. A woman sat rocking back and forth, staring at a man who looked… less than ideal. She muttered a cant under her breath as fingers gripped her hair tightly, Sanguis’s eyes narrowed. His brother left No one. Not a soul could escape his rat, so why was this blond female mortal still breathing?
He took a step closer, words reaching his ears.
“ Wilbur has done this to Thomas, WIlbur has done this to Thomas, Whilbur has done this to Thomas-” She continued on and on.
Wilbur?
Sanguis looks around from where he stands, Blood stained floors ( BLOOD!) torn apart sofa, garbage scattered the floor- but his eyes catching a painting- a portrait to be exact. Many framed the walls but this one…
A young blond mortal was sitting in a chair, a bright smile resting on the mortal boy's lips. Its eyes were a bright radiant blue and it wore a coat, a brown coat with a rip on the right sleeve and a patch on the left shoulder.
Insanitas’s coat.
A man stood behind the chair, a brown mop of curls were pressed down on the man's head by a familiar red beanie. A grin rested on this man's lips, features much sharper than the blonds where. glasses rested on the bridge of the man's nose, revealing eyes.
Red meets dark brown and sanguis snarls.
He expected his brother to have found some new mortal to play with, some pretty thing to dance around until he got bored, but somehow fell a bit too far into his own trance again.
But no.
His brother hadn't gotten himself a love interest, that sanguis could kill and then drag his brother home. Knowing he would get over it eventually.
No.
He found a fucking kid, and it seems he is willing to do anything to keep the thing safe.
An ax is pulled out and swung with no issue, light as a feather to him. A clean cut runs over a falling limp body as a thud is heard, followed by another.
Well… this certainly complicates things.
How was he supposed to kill this child with Insanitas- ( Wilbur , the women had called him) watching over the boy like a hawk?
…he may need help…
"Is this view to your liking, Tom’s?" Wilbur had asked, a fond look on his face. (Eyes never leave his baby brother.)
"To my liking- Will this be beautiful!" Tommy had shouted, gesturing to the open sky.
They sat above the cloud on a mountain trail, a small village was situated behind them, though neither paid it any mind. They instead (Or Tommy) stared at the sun that was slowly setting, it cast the world in oranges and reds, Tommy's feet swung thematically as he sat by the cliff side. Wilbur's hand rested protectively on Tommy's shoulder, (Tommy had grown used to the over protectiveness that came with being close with Wilbur, the possessiveness. He didn't mind is as much as he thought he would have.)
“Then you would like to stay here symphony? Even if only for a while.” Wilbur questions wrapping his arm around Tommy, pulling the blond closer to himself.
Tommy's smile fades.
No.
“I'm sorry for asking, I won't push.” Wilbur states quickly, and Tommy's smile returns even if its small.
Good, he's happy again.
“It's not that will, it's just- I want it to just be us? I want to spend time with YOU, not a bunch of people I don't know…” Tommy mutters, leaning into Wilbur's half embrace.
Ah.
“Tom’s, if you want to stay we will. If you so wish i'll give you this entire village, not a single person can touch it but you.” Wilbur promises, eyes glowing a soft red before turning back to their dark brown state.
Tommy laughs, “I've already asked so much of you will, I don't need anything else, I don't want you to think i'm selfish or up my own ass. Plus I don't want you to think i'm using you or some stupid shit, so really we can just-”
Tommy is cut off by two gloved hands grabbing his face, he yelps as his head is forced to turn to look at Wilbur.
“Will, what the hell-!”
“Quiet.” Wilbur snaps and Tommy closes his mouth, “I would never think you to be selfish, and if you are? I don't care. If you are using me? I don't care. Tom’s you are my baby brother, I would give you the world if you asked, because YOU are my world. So i'll ask again, do you want to stay in this town Tommy?” Wilbur's eyebrows raised, the red glow returning to his eyes.
Tommy stared frozen for a second. In highn sight he should be scared, the god of insanity staring at him with glowing eyes? Most people would shit their pants. But all Tommy could seem to think about was….
“YOU are my world. ”
He was someone's world, a god's world nonetheless. He cared about someone and for the first time in his life, they actually cared for him too.
So Tommy wasn't scared, or angry because of Wilbur.
He smiled and melted against the hands that were lightly holding his face, maybe he could let himself be selfish, maybe asking for things wouldn't be so bad…
“I want the one with a giant willow tree outside it, that's where I wanna sleep tonight.” Tommy admits. And Wilbur's eyes light up.
“Anything for you.”
Tommy slept in a king sized bed that night, with a full stomach, clean clothes and freshly washed hair.
He didn't feel in ounce of guilt for what Wilbur had done to the people who should be in that bed... The man may be rubbing off on him a bit too much.
Oh well, he dose't mind, at least hes safe and happy.
(For now.)