Tango P.O.V.

The server was being overrun with mobs. A glitch in the code had changed the world into some ultimate game mode, and more were spawning left and right, more commonly with iron and diamond armor. Xisuma had gathered all the hermits into one spot, but even lights couldn't hold off the spawning, so mobs would spawn wherever players were far enough away.

Many of the hermits were outside, fighting. Most of the better PVPers, such as Wels, Doc, False, Iskall, Etho, and Grian were fighting the mobs. Others were inside healing whoever got hurt, those people included Stress, Joe, and Cub. Most of the other hermits, such as me, were trying to help outsourced we could.

And then there was ZombieCleo, who looked to be trying to communicate with the zombies to call them off. It worked for some, but not for all. I was panicking, and unwanted memories were surfacing in my mind. You see, I was a demon. Though I kept it a secret, and the hermits didn't know that. More specifically though, I was a fire demon. I could control fire, start fires in this air, and put fires out. Though I had some trouble with the last thing.

the memories that flooded my mind were harsh and horrible. Things I had buried far beneath in my mind to never see the light of day again. It was my days before I was kicked out of hell. Though many people believe the nether is hell, it is actually more of a surface branch. The connection between hell and earth. I was kicked out of hell because I was unwilling to commit murder for one of the head demons. I was placed right into the nether, but was far from prepared for what was to come for me.

I was always running, simply trying to survive. And one day, I was completely surrounded by mobs. Ghasts and blazes in the air, wither skeletons, skeletons, magma cubes, piglins, and endermen on the ground. It was horrible, I was surrounded on all sides by danger, and I thought I was going to die. Suddenly, my powers went into survival mode. Fire flooded out of every pore in my body. Screams of pain of all walks of nether life rose from the blaze.

The screaming bore its way through my mind, making it even more startling when a new scream flooded my mind. A human scream worked its way through my head, horrible and agonizing. I tried to make my fire stop, make the blaze cease. I did, eventually. I was exhausted, my energy reserves drained further than they ever had before.

Everything around me was burnt to a crisp. I tried desperately to search for some thing still moving. The body of the human that had screamed. There was nothing. Everything was either ashes or charred ground. I had killed someone. Possibly even someone I used to know when I was human.

I broke down then. Even though my mind was ripped to shreds with guilt, my survival instinct was still there. I made my way to the small shelter I had created, before completely breaking down. I sat there and sobbed, overwhelmed with guilt and exhaustion.

I had laid on the floor for hours just crying, before I had heard footsteps. I slowly lifted my head to see. And it was Zedaph, though I didnt know that at the time. I passed out from exhaustion once Zedaph started to approach me, and some up in hermitcraft. I don't care if Zedaph came to hermitcraft after Tango in reality, let's just say this is an AU.

I was snapped out of my reverie when the doors burst open, and in came Wels and Etho, both bleeding heavily and supporting each other. Cub helped support them into pre prepared beds while Stress and Joe prepared healing supplies. The rest of us were very worried about what was happening out there that took down Etho and Wels. What was worse, was when Iskall and False came in in worse shape than Etho and Wels.

At this point I was wondering if I would have to go out there and expose myself. It looked like things were getting had out there and Xisuma was still puzzling over what was wrong in the code. He had even called Hypno, who he had been joint admin with in season 2, over to try and help him. Obviously things were not going well, both with fixing the problem and handling the mobs outside. Even a few of the beaver hermits who were not fighters, such as Keralis, Xb, Bdubs, ZombieCleo, and a couple more.

It wasn't much longer before all of them save Keralis came back in, bleeding but not injured too severely. I was preparing to go outside. I knew I would have to reveal myself to be of any use, but if I could save the hermits from more suffering I would gladly. The hermits were basically my family, they had given me everything I could ever want.

Zedaph and Impulse was me preparing to head outside. Though I expected that since getting armor on is pretty obvious. At this point even Keralis, Doc, and Grian were most likely struggling outside. "Tango, what are you doing. You're going to get yourself killed," Zedaph exclaimed.

"Just trust me guys. I'm not going to get hurt, and I'm not going to let anyone endure anymore suffering than they already have." I hoped they wouldn't keep me from going out. I needed to do this. Walking away I looked back to see the grief stricken faces of Impulse and Zedaph, like they had already accepted my death.

As I walked last the door I told the person close to it to replace that wall with something that couldn't catch on fire. It was Cub, I realized after I got a good look at him. I told him to do it and you'll realize why in a few seconds. After walking out of the door, I searched for Grian, Doc, and Keralis. They were standing in a circle with their backs to each other, bleeding, but still standing and fighting off mobs.

"Get back inside now," I shouted. "Don't question me just go." I added the last part after they looked at me confused. I don't think they wanted to, though, as both Brian and Doc were very hesitant in leaving until I barked at them to get inside. By this point the mobs had noticed I was there. I started basically just lighting each and every one on a fire so hot their corpses turned to ash in less than a minute.

It seemed though, that for every one I kill two more seem to take its place. I know that soon I'm going to be overwhelm, so this time I intentionally activate the event that ended up with me coming to hermitcraft. Fire poured from every part of my body and scorched everything flammable around me. Even the non-flammable things were scorched black under the heat of my blaze.

Luckily I didn't hear anyone screaming. No agonized cries of pain reverberating in my mind with the death calls of the mobs. That means all the hermits had gotten inside. Even through the fire I could sense there were still more mobs. Anne so even with my energy being expended at an ever-growing rate I pushed out more fire, more flames.

I just needed to keep this up until Xisuma and Hypno could fix the glitch that had occurred. I tried to find existing fires and pull from them for my blaze, as that was far less tiring than creating one out of thin air. My energy reserves were going down the drain, I could feel it. Luckily for me and the rest of the server though I could also feel the mob population declining.

It seemed that Xisuma and Hypno had fixed the bug. I put all of my remaining energy into creating an explosion to render every mob in a one hundred block radius incapacitated. When I fired it off, I could feel some of my life essence draining along with it. I had overworked myself. I cut the fire immediately, fearing for my life if anymore came out.

I collapsed onto the ground, trying to stay conscious despite being completely drained if energy. I could hear that hermits' footsteps coming out, looking around in shock and slight admiration. Zedaph and Impulse were the first to notice me, since they were actively looking for me. They rushed over to my fallen form. I knew I just look sickly and pale, since I had drained my life essence after emptying out all my energy reserves.

In fact, as soon as Zedaph and Impulse came running to me I passed out from the strain I had put on myself. The only relief I had was that the mobs were gone and no one else has to get hurt more than they already were.

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I woke up feeling horrible. I was in one of the beds they had set up for the wounded, and looking around there were no other patients. I was Zedaph and Impulse asleep next to my bed. I sat up slowly, winding from the strain of caused. I was not in good condition. Even though I had barely made a sound while getting up, the movement woke up Impulse and Zedaph.

I was promptly lectured by the two on how worried they were, how worried the rest of the server was, not to push yourself to that limit ever again, etc. etc. I looked at them confused as to why they weren't freaking out about me being a fire demon.

"Stress explained the whole thing to us. She knows of all the magical creatures that exist, so she could explain pretty well. Anne she also told us you had overused your powers so badly you drained your life essence. You scared us, Tango. You've been out for three weeks and haven't moved at all. Also, don't you ever worry is like that again." Impulse said in explanation.

"Don't worry guys, I don't plan on doing that again unless I absolutely have to. Plus with plenty of rest, food, and water life essence can be restored, though that does mean I will have to take it easy for the next couple months or so."

"Then we'll make sure you get your rest and necessities, you won't get away from us," Zedaph joked. We all had a good laugh from it.

Well I've finally gotten something out for you guys after a couple months. Sorry for the waif, I've just been really uninspired lately. Anyways, I hope you like this hastily put together unedited one shot based off of a one sentence idea in my head.