Kill... Kill!
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It's been far too long
And yes yes, I know I need to do Snowball lol
But for now... enjoy this short chapter :D
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RECAP
It was supposed to be silent, all silent, nothing living.
Blood made a good solution for water, but now all the things with blood were gone.
Kill more! Find more!
It was never satisfied. This place, it liked this place. It was stronger here, but it didn't like how it weakened the host.
Hunt! More! More, more, find the doorway, kill!
It was away from the weakness, the feelings, the consciousness. Such power now, such power! No holds were barred, no resistance! Such a strong body for a host, now trapped far, far away from its own mind...
...soon, soon the host would not be needed. Such power could open the Doorways, could reunite the Lost One with its true form.
A pulse of life, the host could pick it up from miles away. All life had fled when the rage and killing started, such a nice reprieve.
Kill! Hunt! Drink!!
The host needed no other bidding, willing itself near the thready beat of waning life. A perfect predator, a soulless husk.
A perfect host.
Kill! Kill!!
END RECAP
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~Kill... Kill~
Steven was certainly not expecting his quarry to appear right behind him.
And he was most certainly not expecting a strong hand to shoot around his throat and slam him into the ground, completely crushing the air from his lungs.
His hands lifted from pure instinct, clawed at the arm keeping him down, his eyes locked onto piercing white. He could barely choke out words, with that hand crushing his windpipe.
No... oh Notch oh no, what had happened to him, why was he attacking again??
Memories of the Dark Mountains, of being tossed and beaten and questioned, made to bleed now crowded Steven's mind, driving him into a frenzy, kicking, gasping as best he could.
"B-Brine... Brine, please it's me–"
The face above his stared down, terrifyingly void of emotion. Like a dragon and its prey, the lost god stared down at him, as though calculating how much blood it would take to quench his thirst.
Steven shuddered, managing to quell his clawing and struggles. He... he could breathe, only a little, if he was still.
For now.
Steven forced his frantic thoughts to slow, rationalize. Herobrine could have killed him with a single blow, that much was true. He... surely he recognized Steven.
Or... perhaps it was his self-preservation kicking in again?
The god still had yet to move, staring with eerie silence down at his squirming prey. Steven used this time to speak again, voice but a strained breath.
"H-Hero... Herobrine, 's me, 's S-Steven."
He paused, struggling to replace the lost air, "I-I've come t' save you... o-or help, alright? I-I know you've had an a-awful time here... please l-let me help."
Please don't kill me.
The unspoken plea was clear enough, Steven only hoped it was heeded to.
The god crouched over him twitched, still trapped in silence. Steven held still as he could, regulating breaths of sulfuric air. His eyes traced over Herobrine's face, down his body, noting for the first time how emaciated the god looked.
He was suffering here... in a place he didn't belong.
The cheekbones stood out sharply, covered in small scratches. His chin looked as though it had been dipped in blood, never cleaned. The once-royal tunic was now in shreds, barely clinging to a bony frame. His boots were torn to pieces, missing, and his eyes were sunken and flickering, barely alight now.
Like dead stars...
Another, thin breath, "H-Herobrine... come back."
"P-please... please let me help you."
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Kill... kill!
The voice sang in his head, but for once in so long... he did not heed it.
It grew more enraged, and he pushed it away all the more.
No longer the perfect host, this... such a shame!
There was a man struggling in his iron grip, saying things that the clouds in his mind blocked. His squirms made it harder to resist the commands, the animalistic urges to kill.
But... just before he gave in, the resistance ceased.
"H-Herobrine..."
The... his name. It was saying his name... he missed his name...
It was hard, so hard, to push away that commanding voice, the urges begging, screaming to be heeded, but he found that he could.
After so... so long without the will to disobey.
His fogged vision cleared, and the man before him turned from a potential quenching of this thirst... into someone he knew.
Steven...
Oh how the voice hated that name. It surged against the memories, beating against them to drive them away, to little avail. The name remained, as did the images of a beaten face, a soft voice... a promise...
"S...St'ven..."
His voice stung and scratched his throat, so long disused. Oh, but it felt so good to say that name... despite the punishing anger his own mind wrought.
The trapped man seemed to brighten, still struggling to breathe, "Y-yes... 'm Steven. Brine, Brine, are you th-there?"
It took the entirety of his will to remove his hand, to look away from the tantalizing scent of liquid in the man's veins, but he did it, hearing the man choke and cough before him.
How could he think of his one creation in such a manner... what had he become?
"B-Brine..."
Steven was speaking again, but Herobrine kept his eyes on the desolate hellscape before him.
"A-are you alright? you s-scared me–"
"Go."
The soldier paused, and Herobrine could hear the confusion in his voice when he spoke again.
"W-what? Brine, I broke into the palace to get here."
An overwhelming, horrifying urge to wring the answers to escaping writhed within him, begging to let loose. Herobrine's hands coiled into fists, and he staggered away a step.
Fighting his very will.
"Y-you should never have COME here, GO!!"
"Brine... I-I can't."
The urge calmed, "What?"
"I lost... I lost my flint, Brine," Oh that cursed nickname, "...what's wrong?"
A soft growl, "Nothing..."
"Please... g-get away from me before it... before I hurt you."
A crunch of boots on rough Netherrack, the soldier was standing, touching his throat, "But... your self-preservation..."
"...is no longer dependable. Steven, I–"
The god huffed, reaching up to rake his hands through his hair, now matted with blood and reddish dust... sulfur.
"I-I am becoming... worse. I am not myself... Its thoughts a-are now mine, and my will no longer obeys. It... It commands me, I am its slave, Steven... It wants me to drink your blood to quench my thirst."
"...it scares me."
The admission was faint, but a whisper, but Steven heard it over the mournful winds of the Nether.
Both stood in silence for a long while, each trapped in his own thoughts.
Steven was the first to speak, "All the more reason why you n-need to get out of here."
Herobrine's gaze snapped to the human's, bewildered, "Are you daft??"
"Not last I checked."
"Do you REALIZE this thing... what I can DO to the entirety of the Overworld if I am free??"
A small nod, Steven's hand still covering the spreading bruise on his throat, "Firstly... that thing isn't you. Secondly... did you not say that being near me helped ease those urges? Right? The longer you're gone from me... the worse it gets."
"And... judging by how fast you've gotten this bad... I'd say this place isn't doing you any favors. Y-you're weak, look at yourself! How could you hope to stay sane?"
"The people are safe."
"No, they're not. If I could get in, a soldier without talent or honors, just how simple would it be for a god to get out?"
The pointed question gave Herobrine pause, as he regarded the soldier with narrowed eyes.
"And getting me out there sooner would be less dangerous how, exactly."
"Well... you'll be less insane," Steven defends, "and you'd be near me, so you're in control. We can work on getting rid of it while you're in the position of power."
His voice trembles a little, "A-and I refuse to let you sit down here and slowly die, after everything I've learned."
Herobrine stared, eyes dead, quietly admiring the courage of his creation.
But he shook his head, turning away again.
"I... I cannot risk it, Steven... Too many have died to my hands already."
The soldier behind him tensed, he could hear a quiet huff.
"Then... I guess I'm going t' die here."
Heorbrine's gaze again snapped to his, "What."
The soldier shrugged, one hand now on his hip, steel in his eyes, "You heard me. I'm weak, Brine. I'm alone, dehydrated, and–" He pointed to his side, visibly bruised, "-I'm wounded. I can't make it far, I have no supplies. Even if I managed to find a way out, that thing inside your head would figure it out or follow me."
"The minute I stepped into this place... you were given a choice. Let your humanity perish forever, dooming you to an awful end, or escape with me and let me help you.."
Herobrine blinked at him, and even the soldier looked a bit surprised at his firm tone. He shuffled, putting his weight on his other leg as he touched the bruise he knew was forming on his ribs.
"Clever b#stard..."
Steven looked up, almost offended, but his gaze softened at Herobrine's hesitant smirk.
"You trap me with two impossibles... and force me to take action."
He couldn't lose Steven... not his one creation, his only connection to mercy, kindness and humanity. And... he was in control now, the voice had retreated, hissing and spitting, to the back of his mind.
Perhaps... Steven was right.
Perhaps he could defeat this stain upon his mind... this darkness that was taking hold. Or... at least keep it in check until they could purge it.
And... if he felt the creature making progress in his mind again, he could always alert Notch to his presence... surely his brother would be strong enough to at least cripple him before he hurt anyone.
"Very well..."
"...show me what I must do to escape."
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