<Your all gonna hate me for this. But hey, hopefully you'll still like it! But you have to read it first, so enjoy!

Also did I tell you that this is the shift into what I call "The most likely angst-and-Fallacy-hatting" faze. I hope everyone's ready, for I show no mercy when writing.>

Grian was woken up in the early morning by a knock on the door to his rooms. He tried to roll over, but the solid body of Alastor blocked him from going anywhere, "Al, the door."

The blonde wolf growled quietly, "Not my problem, go get it yourself."

Grian huffed out an annoyed breath at him, "I'm tired." He rolled back over to his side and checked his bedside clock, "And it's six am, far too early."

"Well I don't have my mask on." Hissed Alastor, back still to Grian, "And it'll be quicker and easier if you go answer."

Right, Alastor couldn't be seen without his mask, he had forgotten that. Grian honestly found it stupid that his boyfriend insisted that he wear the mask at all times, and just to prove a stupid point too. There wasn't even anything wrong with his face or eyes, he was just petty in that regard.

Nonetheless Grian got out of bed with a sigh, and he debated putting on at least a shirt. But he couldn't be bothered, so he just walked to the door and opened it.

He was greeted with the stoic face of Orion, though his honey eyes held a kind shine to them that was rare to see around the castle. The platinum blond smiled at him before looking down at the hybrids chest, more specifically the scar there.

It was still a pretty new scar, a few days old at best. Grian remembers getting it from Death, on his second day in the dark Horsemen's world when he refused to follow orders. It marked a horrible time in his life, as did the scales and dragon parts of him. But Fallacy had helped him, they had told him that scars only affect you if you let them. And Grian refused to be affected, the scars only made him stronger.

Grian shook his head of these thoughts as Orion's attention went back to him, and away from his scars, "Master Fallacy asks that you meet them in the head sorcerers lab in an hour. You don't need to bring anything except yourself."

The dirty blond looked intrigued by the request, but didn't say anything about it, "Alright, I'll be there! Thanks for telling me Orion."

"Your welcome Grian." Smiled the platinum blond.

The sorcerer left after that, leaving Grian to get ready for the day ahead. Instead of wearing his combat/ mission uniform, the outfit he'd been wearing yesterday (and the outfit I've drawn him in), he wore a simple black shirt and dark gray pants. He didn't wear shoes, dragon feet and all of that, and his shirt didn't have a back to make room for his giant wings.

After getting ready he headed to the kitchens for a quick breakfast. The walk was boring, filled with seemingly endless smooth stone (not the MC block) walls and stone brick floors. Grian eventually smelled the kitchens, and quickened his steps.

His stop in the kitchens was fast, as he had seen what time it was and noticed he only had ten minutes before he was meant to be in the lab, just a quick pick and grab. So he was soon leaving the busy kitchens with a toast in hand.

The toast was eaten as he speed walked down towards the lab, gone before he even reached the stairs.

Grian skipped walking by instead gliding down them, being careful of the turns as to not crash. And with a minute to spare he entered the lab.

Upon entering he was met with a cat hybrid dressed in a dark green business like dress with a gold belt and clamps (I'll include a picture at the end of what I imagined). Her hair was messy and wavy and a dark brown color with natural lighter stripes here and there. Her pale blue eyes glinted as she looked at him, "Seems like you made it in time, I was starting to think I'd have to report you late."

"Please, as if I'd ever keep Fallacy waiting." Joked Grian back, though at the thought being late for Fallacy did send a shiver down his spine for some reason. He shook it off as not wanting to disappoint the serpentine.

"Well you better hurry, Califir isn't one exactly known for her patience."

"I won't keep her waiting." Promised Grian, tail swishing behind him, "I'll see you later Indramiga!"

"Bye." Called Indramiga as Grian walked further into the labs. As soon as she knew he was out of earshot she let out a dark chuckle, "Oh you foolish child, I would feel for you if I could. Too bad I can't." She returned to working on her spells, a wicked smirk now plastered on her face.

Back with Grian he walked into the head part of the lab. Waiting there for him was Fallacy, Hills and Califir.

"You must be wondering what's going, right?" Asked Fallacy, slithering a bit closer to the dragon hybrid. Grian gave them a nod, eyes shining with curiosity, "Well ever since you were taking we have been making a potion. This potion will stop your mind from being corrupted by any, even from me."

"Really?" Asked Grian, astounded by the kindness of the dark orange naga, "But that must have taken so much testing and ingredients!"

"It did." Admitted Califir, yellow clawed hands rolling, what he assumed was, the potion they had made him. It was a yellow color, though much darker than the sorceress' pastel hands.

"But it was all worth it." Added Hills, a kind smile on his shadowy face, "Or it will be if you decide to take the potion."

"'If'? You're not going to force me to take it?" Wondered the dirty blond.

"We don't want to force you into anything you don't want." Said Fallacy, one large scaled hand coming to rest comfortingly on his shoulder, "You've been forced into enough already, and we don't want to be like that."

Grian didn't feel as touched by that as he thought he would be.

Honestly ever since he'd woken up he'd felt slightly off, and he didn't know why. He thought it was because of the meeting with the Hermits yesterday, but he was really starting to doubt that. And now that he thought about it the feeling had gotten worse when he walked into the room. Was-was it because of Fallacy? Had they lied to him about something? I mean, they are the deity of lies and deception. It seemed more like it the more he thought about it.

The dragon hybrid was brought out of his thoughts by a stabbing pain in his middle back. He fell to the cold floor with a cry of pain, and when he tried to get up he couldn't move his legs or even feel them.

"Two days? I expected at least three." Grumbled Hills, looking at the distressed hybrid on the floor.

"What-What are you talking about?" Stuttered Grian, subconsciously scooting away from the three people in front of him.

"Little bird, did you really think you belong here? That this is where you are supposed to be?" Cooed Fallacy, bending down to coup his face in their hand, "That your one of us?"

Grian looked up at them, fear and uncertainty shining in his violet eyes, "But you said that I was taken by the Hermits! You gave me my memories back!"

"Foolish boy!" Hissed Califir, the drake hybrids tail swishing in annoyance, "Fallacy's the deity of lies and deception, are you so naive as to blindly trust someone who has the ability make you an entirely new life and make you believe it?"

"Hills?" Grian turned to the shadowy version of his friend, a person he just recently found out saved his life, praying he would stand up for him. But from the crooked smile on the shadows face, that didn't seem to be the case.

"So all of what you made me believe were lies, they were all actually true?" Asked the dragon meekly, eyes downcast.

Fallacy let out a chuckle whilst letting go of Grian's head, "They were all true. And you believed them all because you trusted the word of a fake version of your savior."

The dirty blond let out a whimper, and he tried to get even further back from the serpent, "And what happens to me now?"

"You'll become the most loyal little thing I have." Cooed Fallacy sweetly, their face twisting into a wicked smile full of teeth.

They started slithering over towards Grian when a spear made out of ice connected with their chest, the spear shattering on impact.

Everyone in the room looked up to where it came from and saw a furious Orion standing in the entrance, hand raised with small specks of ice on it.

"Orion Soliris." Purred Fallacy, brushing some ice bits from their shoulders, "Never expected you to be a traitor, always thought it would be the tiger."

"What can I say? I'm full of surprises." Growled the sorcerer, taking a protective stance next to Grian's fallen form.

"I also never expected you to be so foolish." Said Fallacy, just as calm as before, "Entering a room with the three most powerful people in the realm and expecting to win? I honestly cannot fathom how you think you'll leave alive."

"Oh I'll leave al-" the platinum blondes words were interrupted by the tip of a jagged diamond saber pushing it way through his chest, "-iv."

The blue sword soon pulled out of the man, letting his limp body fall to the ground in a heap. Orion's now eternally horrified dead eyes bore into Grian, and the tears that he'd been keeping at bay finally let loose, "ORION!"

"I expected more from him." Hummed Indramiga whilst cleaning her blade. The cat hybrid left after that, as if killing someone like that was an everyday occurrence. It probably is for her, or at least a common thing.

"Now, how about we do what we came here to do." Said Hills, taking the potion from Califir and walking up to Grian.

The builder tried to get away from him, but shadow hands grabbed him from the floor and held him in place. His tears continued to fall as Hills forced his mouth open and poured the potion in his mouth, almost choking Grian with it. But the shadow man had soon forced the entire thing the hybrids throat. Grian tried to cough it up, but to no avail.

He soon started to feel his body go numb, and his vision danced with blacks spots. He tried to fight it off, but he couldn't keep it away for long and he soon collapsed to the floor. "I'm so sorry my loves, I'm so sorry for everything." Was the last thing he thought before he fell into the darkness.

Back at Hermitcraft Mumbo and Iskall awoke gasping, an unsettling feeling washing over the two Architechs. Something had changed, and the change wasn't in their favor.

<As promised, the picture:

Now I'll hopefully start working on chapter 32 tomorrow, but I can't promise anything. Some of you know who Indramiga is, and for you who don't know she's the full demon version of my minesona (since she's a demon who uses her mostly mortal form). Non of you know who Califir is, and she's simply my D&D teifling who I repurposed for this.

That's all for this time, so have a wonderful time everyone!>