The black-eyed demon sprinted through the netherbrick fortress. His eyes sparkled in delight, a smile on his lips. His smile grew even wider when he spotted a figure in a black cloak, sitting on the ground. "M'lord!" He called out.

The figure did not answer. The demon slowed down as he approached. "M'lord," he repeated. "There is someone I need you to meet."

The figure shifted, turning to face the demon. The figure's cold, white eyes glowed dimly as he glanced at the demon. "Not today, Aaron," he murmured, his voice hoarse from the lack of usage.

Aaron glared at the broken Nether god before reaching down to pull him up to his feet. "You have made too many excuses m'lord," he accused. Aaron tugged on his lord's arm. "Come on, you will want to see this."

The god reluctantly followed Aaron through the fortress. He stifled a sob as he looked away from a black lotus flower lying on the ground. Aaron glanced at his grieving master with pity. "M'lord..."

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Hero?" The god mumbled. "I do not deserve to be called the lord of anyone."