Based on passerine by Thcscus but slightly different.

It all started with the jump, the fall, the build up to what should have been the end. His father had left, his little brother dead, there was nothing left for Wilbur Soot in L'Manberg.
He closed his eyes and braced himself, but the landing never came. Instead, he felt arms tightly wrap around him and heard the sounds of wings. He slowly opened his eyes. What he was met with was blonde hair and obsidian wings, none other than those of the god of death. His father.
Philza Minecraft, was Tommy and Wilburs father. He had left the kingdom when Wilbur was 16, leaving him in charge. He was still only a child and the youngest king they had ever had. That was something he could never forgive him for.

Philza didn't speak, he just flew to the castle grounds and let Wilbur out of his arms. The two stared at eachother for a moment, before Philza looked away. Shock and anger were evident on Wilbur's face the longer they stood there. It became awkward very quickly and it was clear neither wanted to break the silence.
Phil slowly looked up and began to speak.
'Wilbur, I missed you.'
Wilbur glanced away and didn't speak.
Philza put a hand towards the boy but he just stepped back. Phil lowered his hand.
'How are Techno and Tommy doing?'
Wilbur still didn't reply.

'Wilbur-'

'You left us.' Wilbur said.

'I-'

'You left in the middle of the night, with no warning at all.'

'Will-'

'You left me in charge with no help whatsoever.'

'Technoblade was here.'

'Technoblade isn't my father, he wasn't even a king. He spent countless hours reading about kingdoms and etiquette just so he could get close to helping me!'

'I'm sorry.'

'It's been years and you haven't even visited? One of your sons are gone, Tommy is dead!'
Wilbur didn't know when he'd begun to yell.

That's one thing Philza could never forgive himself for, when Tommy was born they were told he likely wouldn't live, when told to say goodbye he hesitated. Philza hesitated. By miracle Tommy had lived, until he didn't. Tommy died at war when he was 15, this was not long before today.

Philza Minecraft was the god of Death, around ten years ago after his wife's death he'd left his two sons in the care of his good friend, Technoblade. They'd known eachother for eons, they'd fought together, sat in silence together, they'd trusted eachother. This was something they could rarely do in this world. The two were gods, immortalised in this world.

Maybe they'd had families before, maybe they'd had proper lives before all this and lived like mortals, they wouldn't know.

Wrote this about a year ago HEAVILY based off Passerine so here you go