(September 30, 2020)

I spent more time thinking of a title more than on the actual one shot. I was very tempted to just leave it [insert title]

Summary: I need to write about the other Hermits. That's the summary.
Word Count: about 600
Category: hurt/comfort idk man
Warning: blood, injury

This could be a piece of the backstory for the brothers in the AU of the previous chapter but it won't be canon to it.

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He simply stood there, watching with vacant eyes and a faint smile. In his mind, there was no possibly way to stop the inevitable. The server would be destroyed at his hands, and there was nothing the pathetic little players could do anything about it. It was all he ever wanted, his single wish being granted, one that can be dragged out for however long he desired.

The player watched as his lightning blew another piece of the Earth to smithereens. He smiled in satisfaction, wiping a smear of dirt off his cheek with a gloved hand.

A whooshing sound reached his ears, originating from behind him. The player's white hair danced around his shoulders as he tucked his hands behind his back and turned to whatever the sound was.

He found the admin of the world standing opposed to him, glaring though his purple visor. At the sight, the smile slid off the red clad player's face, replaced with a scowl as a low and animalistic grow rumbled from the back of his throat. Another lightning strike came down from the skies, striking the admin.

To his surprise, the admin threw up a shield. He tilted his head curiously. Void magic?

This admin was a Voidwalker.

How interesting.

Then, quicker than any lightning he caused, the two engaged in a quick duel of their specialty magic. Energy was thrown around in quick succession. Shields were created. Blood was drawn. Injuries were sustained. Metallic static filled the air. The hum of the Void silenced it.

The two were evens in everything but morals. This dangerous dance would go on for eternity.

... Unless one knew another's weakness. And luckily for the player, the admin had an obvious weekness.

The admin didn't want to hurt him.

And the player exploited the hell out of it.

Eventually, the player knocked the admin to the ground, a solid lightning bolt in his hand with the needle-like tip under his throat.

He grinned in triumph, his red eyes flashing brightly. The admin struggled, pinned under the player's body. His efforts were fruitless, and the player drew blood from the admin's throat with a simple press with the lightning bolt. That scream echoed in the player's ears, almost sounding like beautiful music-

He was pushed off, thrown to the ground with a powerful pulse of Void and admin magic combined. It happened too fast for him to realize his back was against the group, a huge gash wound in his abdomen from the powerful outlash of magic.

The last thing he saw before it went black was the horrified expression on the admin's face.

...

Ex woke with a jolt and a shout.

He was met with the sight of Xisuma bending over him, concern etched in his expression. The two paused, their heavy breaths halting and eyes connecting. Ex's eyes instantly broke the gaze, instead turning to the small scar of a lightning bolt that was pressed into his neck.

Xisuma couldn't seem to have cared less. Relief flooded the Hermit's eyes as he launched forwards, wrapping his brother in a tight hug. He returned it, albeit confused, especially with the sudden drops of water on his shoulder--but right then and there he realized Xisuma was crying. Tears of relief? Tears of joy? Both? Neither?

"I thought I lost you, Ex," the admin sniffled, squeezing the red clad man tighter. "Thought that thing took you."

Ex remained silent. Instead of speaking, he raised a hand to Xisuma's neck, where he poked the elemental weapon. The touch was featherlight, the apology clear. As a response, Xisuma trailed his hand across the wound he made. Ex winced at the touch--he could feel the large scar forming. He was sure that if Xisuma lost control of his magic, he would have been sliced in half.

The thought scared both of them, and both knew it.

But the only thing the brothers could do was thank the Aether.

Thank the Aether Ex wasn't lost to the mind-controlling monster of the void.

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When I wrote this, I had three hours of sleep. That was yesterday. The day earlier, I was singing Hermitgang with some other Hermittpad friends and eW My vOiCe-

Now lemme explain this one shot because I don't feel like adding anything to it today: basically theres this thing from the void, lets call it Void Thingy, it can control those that have gotten in contact with it. Ex has because once upon a time he was banned to said void.

Later in an unnamed server, probably not Hermitcraft, Void Thingy statred destroying everything using Ex's lighting glitch power thing because the Void Thingy is bent on world destruction. (The reason I don't use names is because Ex isn't really Ex and the Void Thingy doesn't know Xisuma's name)

Xisuma and 'Ex' fights, Xisuma wins and forces the Void Thingy away with *sparkles* magic *sparkles*. Xisuma heals Ex's bad injury, and the two live happily ever after, the end

Jk after that Ex will probably be traumatized.

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*dances over to second period History class*

thanks for reading and have a fantasic day/night! :3