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Techno used to live by strict rules. The Nether required it, since weakness was death. He used to be content to fight for his spot in society and let the weak perish beneath him. Compassion was a useless emotion.
So much has changed in seemingly no time at all. Running away with Tommy, meeting Wilbur, being saved and offered sanctuary by Phil, and now this threat that shakes the peaceful future they all dream of. Because Techno loves his family, gods above he does. He never thought he’d have a family or people to care about, but now he would do anything for them.
He broke his own rules to never trifle with the gods, voices now loud and echoing in his head. But Techno would do it a thousand times over if it meant Tommy’s good health. And now he will find the nametaker and convince her to help them- he must. There is no other way, failure means ruin for them all.
Wilbur said she came from the sea ages ago, weathered and world weary, yet kind. The oceans still whisper her name, but she adjusted to life on land. She took in a child, trained him in her mystical ways, and he grew in might and power. As the boy grew in talent, his heart grew more wicked as well. He realized he could control the people around him with just a name, change their very nature, so he did. The nametaker was horrified by his actions and sent him out of her land, but that did not stop him.
He became the monster maker. He is nigh unbeatable, even if he does not possess your name. He is one of the fastest and strongest beings in the Overworld- but Techno is not of the Overlord. He is Nether-born and raised.
Finding the nametaker is not hard for someone like him, so finely tuned to sensing deities. She stayed hidden deep inland, but the veil hiding her was like a blank spot on a canvas screaming out her position to him.
The voices help somewhat. They tell him contradicting things, but the majority usually lead him in the right direction. Like a messed up game of hot and cold, he finds a crashed ship lodged between rocks, ancient by the vines and moss growing over it.
And the woman- the nametaker. A deity.
She has white hair and wears a bright red coat. Framing her head are two large horns.
“What business do you have here, intruder?” She speaks, voice loud and echoing.
He grimaces, “I need your help. Your protege-”
“I have no protege.” She says firmly.
“Then- then the man your old student is going to hurt my family. You taught him all he knows, and I can’t lose them.”
“What makes you so different that I should leave my abode for you?”
“... I serve the blood god. My brother is prince of the Nether, my other a siren whose visions led me here. My father is a human who loved us despite all our differences. I don’t care about other people, that’s what special about us. I don’t care about the world, but I care about them. You have to help. I will pay whatever price I have to pay.”
The sunlight refracts off her snow white hair, luminescent in the way rainbow freckles of light bounce off of her. Her face is set and still like a marble statue.
She sigh, “Family is so precious. Y’know, my boy used to be so sweet and kind. He turned. I could have never expected him to use my lessons in such cruel ways.”
“Then stop him. He’s your monster you’ve created.”
Her face break into a bitter smile, “Okay, servant of the blood god. Lead me to my son.”
Wilbur never mentioned that, in his stories. He said the nametaker was ancient, powerful, and taught the monster maker- but family?
“Of course. We have to be fast, we’ve wasted too much time as it is.”
And the two make their way to the beach- unaware that the masked man has already made his appearance.