Techno was never one for corruption, not at all, he believes that while some opinions and lifestyles are wrong, that’s okay, live your life, he doesn’t care.

Especially when it came to the angels.

Then he met you, beautiful and intelligently witty and loyal you, wings that seemed to be made the gorgeous light themselves, the halo on your head making you glow no matter what.

Technoblade had never wanted an angel more in his entire life.

Kristin, his mother, teased him for it (maybe she’s influenced Techno just a small bit) but he payed not mind.

He started off subtly, introducing himself and of course you were weary of him, Demons and Angels? Never.

He found this amusing, you were just like Persephone and him Hades, yet he would never hurt nor kidnap you, he’d let ~manipulate~ that decision come to you yourself.

He gets to enjoy the thrill of corrupting such a lovely creature all over. To teach you all the pleasures that the divine would so cruelly withhold from you. Yet you’re stubborn and so so faithful, you have a lot more devotion to heaven than Phil had when Techno met him. But the thing is you knew Phil, you see his happiness in the underworld with Kristin, and your doubting. The cracks were already there, all Technoblade has to do is dig his fingers in and spread them wide open.

“Good afternoon, you look absolutely gorgeous today.” He greets, sitting next to you while you tend to a random garden on Olympus. You are so susceptible to praise. That has always been the one thing heaven doesn’t give its followers. An easy thing for Technoblade to exploit.

“What are you doing today?” He asks, tucking some loose hair behind your ear.