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Hidden in Hell

Swift scorched hoofs precisely clicked on the burning nether ground as the owner of which fled from the danger that followed them close behind. No one would ever expect Technoblade The Blood God on the lower hand losing and heavily injured wincing every time he landed on his broken hoof having to force himself the push off of it with such force to propel himself forward everlastingly more. He was running from a hoard of Piglyn brutes mercilessly chasing him wanting nothing more than to lock him up, hide him away from the world forever his only contact with others being those who wanted to punish him for something he had no possible way of controlling.

That day all Technoblade had wanted to do was go into the chrimson forest to snatch up some necessary ingredients for his potion making tendencies, it had all been going perfectly well with him glancing around the forest, a little spark of excitement pulsing through him every time he found another ingredient and began to carefully wrap said item in cloth and place it in his bag. The problem started when he had zoned out too busy arguing with the voices and collecting needed items to notice how far away he was wandering from his portal and how close he was to the boarder crossing. In the nether there is something known as the border to the other side, the other side is still the nether but it is well known for its dangerous pure blooded piglin packs that are
very aggressive towards other species but especially piglin hybrids aka half blooded piglins.

In their eyes half blooded piglins are discusting vile creatures, most full blooded piglins not wanting to process how weak something with piglin blood coursing through its veins could actually be. Every piglin hybrid they saw would be enslaved, traded around like rag dolls, forced to work with no rest but if at first sight the piglin hybrid looked too weak it would merely just be killed on sight not a single sign of mercy. There were few piglin hybrids left in the world since they were now all enslaved, dead or abandoned at birth and left there to be killed by some other creature or the harshness of the nether environment. There were so few half blooded Piglin that unless you had been enslaved it was common to go your whole life without seeing another half piglin, even technoblade who had been cursed with immortality and had been around for tens of thousands of years had never seen another piglin hybrid.

Technoblade had just been walking while arguing aloud to the voices in human toung 'im not just going to jump into the lava chat' he sighed as they just roard louder, Techno was just about to respond again when

Snap!!

He imedatly became silent whipping his eyes in every direction looking for the mere mortal who dared to stalk him, as he was looking around he began to take in his surroundings realising how much darker the already dark nether sky was and how much more dead everything looked, his face paled dramatically as he realised where he was. Technoblade remembered glancing at all the man made warning signs telling him how close the border was through foggy memories but he must of just kept going too focused on the task at hand and the voices migraine worthy distractions. He heard a noise that sounded like a crossbow and imedatly felt a sharp pain in his stomach. too frozen to move all he did was look down at the purposely non fatal wound ment to weaken not kill, before he heard muffled piglin grunts as the corners of his vision became blurry, he felt hands on him roughly contorting his limbs into various positions that strained his movement. His mind was screaming at him to do something but his body just let himself be tied up and didn't even winse when the arrow was roughly pulled out of him and he was thrown over someone's shoulder. The next hour felt like a fever dream, the piglin side of him was fully engaged on just listening in on the Piglin brutes conversations as he let his eyes rest close despite the voices screaming at him to run and escape.

His eyes opened widely as all that had just happened came to him at once, the slight effects of a slowness potion lingered on him probably from the arrow. Thankfully Technoblade's consciousness remained undetected by the Piglin as he mentally began to plan his escape feeling the rithimic beat of the piglin brutes footsteps. His hands were tied behind him but the knot felt very loose one that would come undone with enough movement and wriggling, there was also some cloth wrapped tightly around his torso making shure he didn't bleed out from the stomach wound that they had caused themselves. Other than those two factors he seemed perfectly fine only having to figure out how he would get out of the brutes iron grip and where he would hide until they went away.