No POV

Herobrine and Specter walk calmly through the forest, when they hear the sounds of children crying. Herobrine rushes forth. He stops at the edge of the clearing, and what he sees sickens him. Half a dozen children, shackled to trees, are hugging and crying. Around them are several figures in cloaks. One stands in front of the children and grabs one by the collar of their dirty clothes.

"This one. He will be the perfect sacrifice to Zalga. Kill the others."

The other cloaked figures draw knives and walk towards the children. But before they can do anything, a loud Sklch! is heard. None of the cloaked figures falls forward, a massive scythe embedded in their back. Herobrine steps out of the shadows, a look of pure rage and fury on his face. He opens his hand, and the scythe extracts itself from the cultists body and flies into his hand. Storm clouds blot out the sun, and lightning flashes. The wind picks up, but no rain comes down. Lightning crackles across Herobrine's thunder stick and the electrical surge covers his body.

"What is the meaning of this?! What are you doing to those children?!"

The leader, still holding the young boy by his collar, said.

"We are honoring our goddess! Zalga, the Great Destoyer."

"And by doing so, you sacrifice children? Despicable. Specter, kill the cultists. Leave nothing. Do NOT harm the children, understand?"

The enderman steps out of the shadows and nods at his Lords orders. He turns to face the cultists, and for the first time in the real world, his jaws open. A purplish glow lights up in the back of his throat. And he screeches, and starts his attack. He teleports to the nearest cultist, and rips their head off. He swings his left arm and decapitates two others, his knife like fingers cutting through their flesh like butter. He bites down on another cultists neck, and twists to the side, breaking it. He turns to the half dozen left. Blood drips from his claws and his teeth. He purple eyes flicking back and forth, picking his next target.

He then teleports again, and he grabs another cultist and raises them above his head. He then brings him down, as well as raising his leg at the same time, snapping the cultists back in half. He throws the corps aside and grabs a cultist running towards him with a knife by the face and squeezes, crushing his skull. He drops the corpse and swings his claws in a wide arc, slashing three more cultists across the stomach, their intestines falling to the floor. The final cultist, excluding the leader, falls on his rear and backs up against a tree. Specter grabs the mans face and stares into his eyes. Endermen eyes are able to learn everything about an individual when they looked into their eyes. He peers into the mans fearful eyes. He sees the man with a beautiful young lady, probably his girl friend, and then saw the cultists gather round the pair. The boy pushes the girls and charges the group, distracting them. He sets the man down, and walks back towards his master, who was pulling his scythe from leader's skull. He turns toward the children and swings his hand, they all fall asleep.

"That will erase the memories of this slaughter, now they'll only remember me saving them. Take them."

Specter picks up four of the unconscious children, while Herobrine takes the boy the leader was planning to sacrifice and another child. They walk to the edge of the forest, and drop them off near a sign showing Missing posters with their faces on it. He conjures a blanket out of thin air (his inventory) and places it over them. He and Specter them warp back to the mansion.