THANK YOU ausforyou YOU ARE A LIFESAVER!

Yeah. Blame AC for this. This takes place in a new timeline, by the way: MAU-ABT

The crimson forest was empty, save for two figures. One was clad in silver and steel, the other in netherite and cold iron. Helsknight stared down his opponent, drawing his cold, metal blade. A thin smile appeared on his face, as he moved on the offensive towards his foe. He bat the enemy's sword to the side, readying himself to strike before wobbling slightly, losing his momentum at the crucial moment.

He shifted his stance ever so slightly, his armour clanking. His foot dug into the nylium, as his sword danced lightly in his hand, loose enough to have the freedom to move, but tight enough that he didn't drop the blade. He shifted into a lunge, his lead foot propelling into an attack. His opponent had no time to react, and fell to the ground. Hels grinned, his fangs showing slightly.

"You're going down, Welsknight." He gloated, cocking his head ever so slightly. A lock of golden-blonde hair fell out of his helmet, falling in front of his left eye. A frustrated frown appeared on his face. He brushed it to the side, rolling his eyes, and opened his mouth to gloat again before two more locks of hair fell in front of his face. And the seething anger and frustration that always simmered beneath his composed exterior exploded outwards.

"WHY CAN'T I GET THIS RIGHT!?" He yelled, tearing his helmet off and throwing it to the edge of the circle of warped mushrooms he'd set up. He kicked the training dummy he'd been fighting to let out some more of the frustration, then sat down on the ground, pouting.

"Well. That was quite the temper tantrum." Another voice remarked. Hels stood up, alarmed, and picked up his sword. Looking around, he saw nobody. Cautiously, he went and picked up and put on his helmet, then stood up straight.

"Who are you!?" He yelled, pointing his sword around randomly.

"Someone who's been waiting a long time for another villain who's actually competent." The voice replied. Hels ran over in the direction it came from, but there was nobody there.

"That didn't really answer my question." He hissed, poking his sword about blindly.

"Huh. So it didn't. Well... how about this?" The voice replied, coming from behind Hels. Hels turned around, and was surprised to see someone there. 

The person wore a pitch-black cowboy outfit, save for the red band around his hat. The hat itself was turned down so it cast a shadow obscuring the person's face, save for the piercing blue glow of their eyes. That was normal. What wasn't normal was that this person was hovering one block off the ground, and shimmered slightly, like a hologram.

"Well. Nice to meet you, then." Hels smiled. "Now that we're talking face-to-face, who are you?"

"Call me... Call me Badtimes. Yes." He answered.

"And what do you want?"

"What everybody really wants, deep down: to rule the world." Badtimes shrugged nonchalantly, like overthrowing the world was nothing. "I reckon you can help me with that... oh. I haven't asked your name?"

"Hels." Hels replied. "And I'm in."

And indeed he was. The two began to formulate a plan, first to take over Hermitcraft, then everywhere. A thin smile reappeared on Helsknight's face. After all, when he next saw Wels, his fellow knight would have Hels to pay.

This whole thing was prompted by AC bringing up Helsknight as something for me to write about, and therefore she is liable for all angst and hurt in this timeline.

:)

I've been Entropy, peace out from the present!