[No one]

The meeting finally ended after two long hours. The Council's members were leaving one by one from the two different doors. Xelqua laid his head on the table. He hadn't slept well and was feeling pretty tired.

A loud bang was heard when Sherenidy slammed her head on the table so hard that it caused her nose to start bleeding.

"∴⍑ᔑℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ⎓⚍ᓵꖌ, ᓭ⍑ᒷリ?" Godiva kneeled in front of the table. "||𝙹⚍ ᓵᔑリ'ℸ ̣ ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ|| ⍑ᒷ∷ᒷ! ⊣ᒷℸ ̣ ⚍!¡!" she continued and glanced at Oskari, who was standing behind the pumpkin haired Watcher.

"I haven't slept in three days", Sherenidy groaned without even thinking about getting up.

"You can't stay here and you're bleeding on the table", Oskari slid his hand under her chin and let Godiva wipe the blood from her face and the table.

"When will you learn to sleep?" Kasen was sitting on the table next to the three of them.

"Never..." Sherenidy mumbled and let her head lay back on the table. "I have to much work to do. Might as well go sell my soul.." she continued quietly as she began passing out.

"ℸ ̣ ⍑ᔑℸ ̣ 'ᓭ ╎ℸ ̣. ᓵ⍑ᒷℸ ̣ ! ᓭ⍑ᒷ'ᓭ ||𝙹⚍∷ ∷ᒷᓭ!¡𝙹リᓭ╎ʖ╎ꖎ╎ℸ ̣ || リ𝙹∴!" Godiva sighed and stood up, moving her hidden eyes to Chet.

"Why not me?" Kasen tilted his head. Godiva looked at him and then her eyes drifted to the other people in he room, Xelqua, Blake and Chet.

"ᓵ⍑ᒷℸ ̣ ╎ᓭ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ᒲ𝙹ᓭℸ ̣ ∷ᒷᓭ!¡𝙹リᓭ╎ʖꖎᒷ 𝙹リᒷ ⍑ᒷ∷ᒷ", she answered before heading towards the door with Oskari following after her.

The door shut after the two, leaving the 3/4 Chaotic-squads members +Blake alone in the meeting room with Sherenidy, who was there only physically.

"C'mon now, get up", Chet sighed and poked the young Watcher. "ᔑꖎ↸ᒷリ will stab you if he finds out you slept here!" he groaned and glanced at the others, only to see that Xelqua was slipping to unconsciousness, too.

"I haven't slept in three day and I have still too much work to do... I'm not moving..." Sherenidy snapped quietly with her face against the cool wooden table.

"ʖꖎᔑꖌᒷ, since you just became a Main, now you could go and do some of ᓭ⍑ᒷリ's work", Chet suggested, turning to look at the male, who was currently poking Xelqua with a pen.

"Poke his eardrums", Kasen recommended with a sly and childish smirk on his lips. "Hush child."
"Hey!"
"Don't tell him to do things like that or I will take the pen and stab you in the eardrum", Chet warned Kasen.

"I'm not a child you piece of shit!" Kasen protested with disappointed look on his face. "I'm 19 already!" he added.

"And I'm 25, so you're a child to me", Chet hummed and snatched the pen from Blake before he got a change to break anyone's eardrums.

"Well, I could do some of their work. It's not like I have anything better to do anyways", Blake shrugged and pulled Xelqua's chair away, making the strawberry blonde crash on the floor and snap awake.

"Why would you do that?" Xelqua groaned and looked at the Main Admin, who was trying to look as innocent as possible. "We can't leave you here too, so we needed you awake", Blake explained. In reality it was just an excuse so he could get away with his little trick.

"You could have done something else, you didn't need to pull my chair away", Xelqua whined and rolled around on the floor so he could get up.

"But that wouldn't have been as fun!" Blake protested.

"It's almost morning, I want to go sleep now. Get out of the door", Chet pointed towards the door.

"Don't you have to go to Hermitcraft, ̇/ᒷꖎ?" Kasen asked as he slid from the table to stand on the floor.

"Thank you for reminding me that I still have to go somewhere", Xelqua groaned. He looked at his communicator to check the time.

"Now, everyone, out of the meeting room!" Chet began pushing Kasen, Xelqua and Blake towards the door, leaving Sherenidy to sleep.

[No one]

            Grian fell on his bed. He looked up and looked at the walls that raised high up towards the night sky. He had made a lot of progress with his base and it was starting to look like a home.

For a second he thought he had seen something flash in the darkness above him, but he didn't think much about it. It probably hadn't been anything important, he had thought. Then he had seen something fall.

In the middle of his floor was now laying something. He couldn't exactly see what it was since it was so dark. He grabbed a torch and carefully stepped closer to examine the item.

The torch fell on the concrete floor when he recognized the broken and bloody Watcher mask that laid there. A Watcher mask that shouldn't have been there.

           The air had been warm and full of dangerous smoke. His lungs had been hurting a lot from breathing and his clothes had smelt like fire. His hands were covered in blood and so were his clothes.

The buildings were all burning with purple flames. When the sun would rise, everything that was left were ashes.

He had seen all his friends laying on the ground with their bodies in the most unnatural positions. They had all been dead and he had been the reason behind their deaths. He had killed them with his own bloody hands.

After that he would never again take off his gloves. He would never again want to see his bare hands, because he knew he would remember how they had looked when they had been covered in blood.

The smoke had filled his nose and lungs. It hadn't killed him, but it hadn't smelt good at all. He had hated the smell and every second he had spent watching the buildings burn down in front of him.

He and his friends had build these buildings. They had had so much fun, but all the fun had come to an end. He always blamed himself for everything that had happened that night.

He would never forget when he had seen Taurtis pull out the Watcher mask and place it on his face. He would never forget when he had cut the mask out of his face with his axe. He would never forget how Taurtis had fallen on the ground in front of him. He would never forget how he had remembered the past he, Taurtis, and Techno had shared.

That night he had cried so much that he had almost lost his mind. He would never stop blaming himself and he would never let the guilt fell from his shoulders. He would never again be able to look in the mirror and not see a monster.

          The smell of the smoke started filling his nose, but he didn't move. His eyes were glued on the broken mask that laid on the floor. He was stuck in the moment when he had ruined everything he had once had.

Then he snapped.

A blood curling scream escaped from his mouth and the diamond axe from his inventory went flying to the fire his torch had caused.

He pressed his hands against his ears, trying to get the screaming of his friends to stop. He didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to remember what had happened. He didn't want to be responsible for it. He didn't want it to be true. He didn't want anyone to know what kind of monster he was.

Pictures flashed before his eyes as vomit escaped from his mouth as he fell on his knees. Everything was spinning around him and the screams were getting louder. He felt like the whole world was about to end. He thought he was dying.

Tears fell down on his face. He wanted to scream for help, but he didn't want anyone to know. No one needed to know about the guilt and darkness he hid behind his Watcher mask.

Then two cold hands were placed on top of his and the whole world stopped. His breath hitched as he finally looked up to see a transparent figure in front of him.

"You've got to calm down", Xavier insisted and looked him in the eyes.

Grian couldn't find the words to say as he looked back at the Fallen, who lived rent-free in his head. He had never seen Xavier taking a transparent physical form.

"X-Xav...?" Grian managed to choke out, before he began coughing. Xavier stepped back as bloody vomit bursted from his mouth to the white concrete floor.

The Fallen moved his eyes to the fire behind Grian and raised his hand to control the fire to stop.

Grian looked at him. It was obvious that the strawberry blonde was tired and feeling like shit. The Fallen sighed and crouched in front of him. "You need to rest."

As Grian laid down, Xavier moved his eyes to the floor, only to see that the broken mask was gone.

[No one]

In the darkness, hiding behind pitch black wings was someone. They watched every move of the Watcher and the Fallen. Between their fingers remained two pieces of a bloody Watcher mask.

The Fallen had ruined their plan, but at least they had gotten the kind of reaction out of the Watcher that they had wanted.

Somewhere deep inside their empty shell they were happy that the Fallen had stepped in, but they knew their master wouldn't be happy to hear about it.

They stood up from the edge of the wall and spread their wings. They were black like crow's and told the whole world that they had killed. Their wings were like a curse to them, just like Watcher mask that sat on their face.

But they also knew that the Watcher down below them in the building wasn't that innocent either. His wings were dark purple. Dark wings always meant their carrier had strayed to the wrong path.

Dark wings were permanent. They marked you as the villain of the story. They didn't care if you had changed for the good. The wings told your true nature. The wings didn't lie. One mistake could ruin your life and you can never change it. They had learnt it all, just like he had done so too.

The dark wings were the guilt they carried with them until they died. The dark wings were the weight on their back that dragged them down to Hell.

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[23.11.2021]

(It's the one year anniversary of this book! You can probably see that I have a hard time with ending stories-)