(Third Person)

It was a year after Grian joined Hermitcraft. He made great friends like Iskall and Mumbo which they formed into a team and called themselves the architects. They built Sahara, the biggest store (and most advanced) in the shopping district. Grian was mischievous and loved pulling pranks. He developed a taste for building, building his base as high as he could, so he could be as close to the end as possible. Only X knew his big secret. The mobs strangely won't attack Grian and he would sometimes even talk to them. He did not take lava damage or fire damage. Sometimes, you see him zooming through the sky on his feathery black 'elytra' which he 'made himself' according to Grian.

He was a guy who liked chaos, as well as peace. He started the civil war, only for him to end it. He started the headhunt and accidentally hissed at Cleo when she said he looked like a cod. He threatened to take away Mumbo's facial hair, and then did, putting it onto his own face, and sneezing wildly because the hairs of the moustache kept getting in his nose. Then lastly, he started demise, which is where the trouble starts...

(Time skip to demise when Grian dies)

(Grian's P.O.V.)

I had my curse of binding dragon head on as I walked into the dragon bro cave. The clicking noises of dispensers filled my ears. TNT dispensed right onto my head, immediately killing me.

I woke up in a dark and damp place. It was really cramped. I looked at my hand. It was grey and I had red claws. WHAT!? THERE IS NO WAY THIS IS HAPPENING. I tried my best to hide them but I realised I can't. Demise reveals your dark side. And I have reviled my secret identity. 

"Maybe no-one knew about archangels and I should be ok..." I though in my head.

The black halo above my head slowly lit up the space I was in. I had my black feathered wings and my red devil's tail. My red horns were on my head and my eyes were pure red. Apart from that, my skin-tone was monotone grey. I bit my lit in nervousness. I gasped at the pain, and the truth hit me. My sharp canines made my lip bleed. I quickly lick the blood away, somehow quite enjoying the taste of blood. I thought about the positives.

"At least I did not have that dam dragon head anymore."

 The moonlight hit my eyes. Someone else was digging me out of the grave I was in. That, someone, was X. He had black angel wings and a dim red halo. He had white hair and a red visor with a matching red suit. Of course, his evil form was Evil X, the fallen angel. 

"Come on, my little archangel, let's kill some warm-bloods."

A little part of me wanted to disagree, but the other, more dominant part wanted to join with some slaughtering. 

"I shall do it later, Evil X. I want to rest please."

"Fine." Says Evil X. "I'll do it myself."

"I will kill people when the time is right."

I then walked off in the direction of the deadquarters.

(Time skip brought to you by a sleeping Grian)

I woke up in my grey bed. My black feathers were scattered all over my sheets and on the floor. I picked them up and dumped them in a pile. I then got dressed and walked out of my room in the deadquarters. My new home. I opened the door and at the door stood an Evil X, smiling at me in an unnerving way. Green blood spattered all over his red suit. 

"Who did you kill this time?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

He said nothing and handed me some distinctive orange hair. Cleo. He killed Cleo. One part of me wanted to scream at him. But the other part forced the tips of my mouth to curl up into a smirk.

"Good job Evil X. Let's kill some more warm-bloods."

He smirked at me and walked away leaving me, mouth open, at the doorway. I cannot believe that came out of my mouth. It is probably what the games aim's people to do though. I shrugged it off and walked outside. The deathly morning air chilled me to the bone. I shivered. The first morning rays shone onto my black wings, making strange shadows into the graveyard below. But something flew into my chest, knocking all the wind out of me. It was Tango. Still giggling after the trap he just set. On further inspection, he had leathery, red demon wings, a red devil's tail and a pair of red horns accompanied by red glowing eyes. He was a demon. He took one look at me and backed away, the smile vanishing from his face and replaced by dead seriousness. Then he bowed down and said one word.

"Master..."

Hmm. I have gotten overboard with this chapter. I wonder why Tango bowed down to Grian? I guess you will find out in the next part.

See ya all soon, my little Wyrmlings!

~Luna

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