(Xisuma's P.O.V.)

I was just scrolling around the shopping district of Hermitcraft season six when I saw a dim black light glowing dimly behind a tree. How is there a black light source? I swear nothing in Minecraft makes a black light. I walked up the tree and peeked behind it. What I was genuinely astounded me. A dirty blonde lay on the green grass. He had black angel wings with specks of gold, a red devil's tail, a pair of red horns and a black halo glowing dimly in the sunlight. He had an arrow pierced in his thigh and it was spurting out red blood.

"How did this thing get into Hermitcraft?" I thought to myself. "But most importantly, what is it and why is it attacked?"

Questions bombarded into my head. While I was thinking, I did not realise it waking up.

(Grian's P.O.V.)

I slowly gained consciousness again. I was laying on a grassy plain with a strange man in a purple helmet looking at me. I immediately sat up and backed towards a tree, hissing at the strange man. He looked as startled as I was and yelped as he jumped back. 

"Where am I?" I hissed at him, red forked tongue flying in and out of my mouth.

"No need to fear, demon-angel, you are at Hermitcraft."

"Hermitcraft? What is that?" I asked.

"A server where a group of players get together and make amazing builds."

"Who are you?"

"I am Xisumavoid, the admin. You can call me Xisuma, or X for short."

I started to relax. This 'X' guy seemed very kind.

"What are you?" I asked him.

He hesitated.

"A fallen angel."

"What is your name, and what are you?" Xisuma asked.

"I am Grian, and I am an archangel."

He gasped. 

"So you were the one who created the overworld?"

"Precisely, yes"

"I have many books written about you! There is a myth that the archangel will come out of hiding when the time is right. He will select two players to turn into an angel and a demon and rule the next millennium, happily."

"Wow. You sure know a lot." I answered.

"You'll have to when you are the admin of a server."

I winced at the pain in my thigh. 

"You are hurt. You better go to Stress so she can fix you up. She is basically the mother of the server."

"But what about my identity."

"Hide it, and I will not tell anyone. It will be a secret between you and me."

"..."

"Trust me, Grian, I am good at keeping secrets."

"Ok, only you can know."

I slowly hid my halo and wings, my tail slowly becoming invisible. My horns shortening to little nubs which I easily cover with my long hair. My red eyes becoming hazel. All that remains are the little nubs of my horns and my sharp canines which I cannot hide no matter what.

"Ok Grian, there is just one questing I want to ask you," Says Xisuma.

"Yea"

"Do you want to join Hermitcraft?"

Here is part 3! I will gladly make this a series with Dragonslayer if you enjoy it. 

See ya soon, my little Wyrmlings!

~Luna

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