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Wemmbu had always loved destruction. Getting permission to betray both sides of this war? Wonderful for him. So as he watched the diplomatic conversation from above, he smiled to himself. Already holding a rigged fishing rod.
“Evacuate the citizens, whether they’re old or new players!”
The king with tense wings shouted from the balcony. A bob and fishing line dropped onto the railing beside him. Time seemed to freeze when he saw the red and white bobber. Then it was yanked, and the line dissolved.
“That may be a bit of a futile effort.”
The cloaked purple figure standing on the next level up finally revealed himself. Parrot had barely a moment to process his arrival before the faint hiss of dynamite began behind him.
Dark dragon-esc wings extended from Wemmbu’s back as he suddenly flew up. Pulling another rod from his inventory. Parrot watched helplessly as tnt fell from the sky onto his citizens. Onto his kingdom.
It was basically a purple blur as Wemmbu darted around. Exploding everything he could find. The sound of tnt and rockets filled the air along with screams and the clang of armor. Flame chased him around, constantly hurling insults and threats his way.
“Dude, come down here and actually fight me!”
Frequently, the violet demon would humor it. Coming to ground to taunt. He flew up before the fire lion could do any real damage.
The massacre was nothing in Wemmbu's eyes. A few lost orbitals is all. After dropping about 6 and destroying a museum, He dropped onto a mostly destroyed roof and opened his Ender chest to restock. Out of rockets.
“Of course bro.” He mumbled, fishing through the small pocket dimension type chest.
He searched through shulker upon shulker. Not a single rocket. He’d have to get more from Dione later.
“Wemmbu, why are you doing this?”
Parrot climbed onto the roof behind him. Having stepped over many dead players and craters to get there. He was tense and slightly betrayed, but mostly confused.
“Good question.”
He kept searching. Not very affected by Parrots presence. He couldn’t fight well, so he posed 0 risk to Wemmbu’s job here. Theo was more of a risk, but he was nowhere to be seen.
“No, tell me. Why are you doing this?”
Wemmbu shut the chest, turning to face the king.
“Arachnid has blackmail.”
“Eggchan?”
Wemmbu gritted his teeth. Tail flicking in annoyance.
“Yup.”
“He got kidnapped, right? After I went to help you?”
Wemmbu mined the chest he was leaning on. Bored.
“Probably.” He acted nonchalant as always, but the tension was visible in his shoulders and his wings. He was never one to focus purely on conversation- He definitely never sat still- but this was different. Not distracted, more like frustrated.
“Wemmbu, you know you’ve killed hundreds upon hundreds of players today. On both sides.”
“Yep.”
He moved to the edge of the roof, heel testing the stability. His tail was holding a wind charge. Fully ready to continue his carnage.
“You’re doing this to save him. That's fair, I would do the same for my friends.”
Wemmbu sighed, long and annoyed.
“I don’t really want a ‘you can fix this’ monologue right now, Parrot-“
“He’s dead, Wemmbu.”
Flame was running through rubble and death, searching for Wemmbu. He had slaughtered nearly all of the cindercrest soldiers, and then vanished? He was just always needing to be annoying.
“Bro, where did this stupid bug go?” Lomedy was trying to find some survivors off to the side. Following slowly. Flame wasn’t as focused on his friend right now though.
“Wemmbu, bro, Stop being a coward and fight me!” He yelled through the decimated streets, looking in the skies. Tripping constantly on various dead players.
Flame saw Saps looking very puzzled in the center of the city. Everyone still living was hurt. Wrecked. They were missing at least one piece of armor each. Those orbitals did so much damage effortlessly. Flame couldn’t decide whether to respect it or hate it.
“Bro, where did he fly off to?”
Flame built up onto the rooftops. Searching around. In the distance he could see the frozen figures of a green and blue bird and a purple dragon- demon hybrid.
“There you are…” he pulled his sword, throwing his last bottles of enchantment to fix his remaining armor.
When he got close, he saw the look in Wemmbu’s eyes and decided to pause for a moment. Moving behind a broken chimney.
“See, that’s not really funny.”
The sadist spoke through gritted teeth and low tones.
“I’m not trying to joke with you, Wemmbu.” His tone was purely serious. There was a hint of pity- which Wemmbu despised.
His dark purple- nearly glowing- eyes looked up to the bird. Basically radiating anger. His horns were glowing. That hadn’t happened since they’d talked in the glaciers. When he blamed getting arrested on Parrot.
“How would you know that.” Wemmbu retrieved his mace from his inventory. Glaring at the king before him.
“I was walking past where I assume their base is. I saw the death message.”
Wemmbu just stared. Definitely not believing what he was told.
“And I should believe this… why exactly?”
“Bro, you’ve already taken out my entire army. I have no one left to lie for. Would I actually lie about that?”
Wemmbu twirled the mace in his hands.
“You still have your life. For now.” He was blinded by anger. Not specifically at Parrot, but also at the idea he had been lied to. That Egg was dead.
“Wemmbu I’m not lying to you. Arachnid killed Eggchan.”
“Why would he do that? He knows that I’ll more likely listen-“
“Because he can lie to you about it and you won’t know.”
Wemmbu just thought. Deciding to stop the violence to consider this new idea.
Is he actually dead…? Did Wemmbu fail that badly?
“Give me rockets.” He demanded, stepping toward Parrot.
The bird looked at Wemmbu for about five seconds before handing him a stack of rockets. Blind trust that he wouldn’t use it to kill more citizens.
Wemmbu took the rockets and went back to the edge of the roof. He didn’t hesitate before leaping off and flying into the wind. Parrot didn’t say anything else. Knowing that, once he returned, there was going to be even more bloodshed. But probably not against his side.
With heavy footsteps, Flame approached slowly. Not attacking for once.
“Bro… is Egg really dead?”
He was more quiet than normal. The usual glow of his fire dimmed.
“I wasn’t lying to him. If I did, he would just come back and kill me.”
“…huh.”
Flame didn’t say anything, but he felt a slight bit guilty for it. Egg wasn’t meant to die. He was just needed for questioning. Flame didn’t mean to get him killed.
The bird and the cat watched the sky as the purple blur vanished into the clouds.
“If he killed Egg I swear to god…”
Wemmbu muttered- in various forms- as he flew back to the area. Dropping to the ground, he searched for the entrance. He never did manage to memorize where it was. This time, however, he wasn’t lazily looking for it. He had a mission.
Get to Egg.
He dropped into the caves and spread his wings. He didn’t even bother with night vision, just started heading towards the castle. He knew where Egg was held, and he might have the clearance to get in. As Wemmbu felt the stagnant air rush past him, he could practically feel the terror and hatred rushing through his body.
Either way this ends, someone is dying.
He dropped onto the roof, not bothering with a door. Just broke through the stairs used to make a roof and dropped into the hallway. Not very good architecture to prevent invasion. He turned to the nearest guard and pressed a sword to their neck.
“Take me to the prisoner cell, now.”
The guard nodded immediately. A random player, Munky775. Wemmbu didn’t care. Didn’t make fun of their name like he usually would. He didn’t have any hint of his usual banter or charm. Just straightforward promises. If you lie to me or try to get more soldiers, I will kill you.
The guard led him through the hallways silently. Probably didn’t have the authority to speak. Didn’t matter to him either way. He honestly wasn’t in the mood for conversation anyway.
When Wemmbu started to recognize the area they were in, he decided to just kill the player. He didn’t need them anymore. He slashed their throat simply and walked through the halls. Not bothering to flick blood off his sword. It didn't matter either way.
He saw the familiar guards who stood at attention in front of Eggs door. But not Eggs name tag through the wall. He glanced through the iron door. The room looked empty.
“Let me in.”
No answer.
“I said let me in.”
Still, nothing.
Instead of killing two more players and trying to fight every guard here, he just turned on his heels towards the way he came. A rare moment of clear thought.
He forced his way into Arachnid's main meeting hall. Honestly not giving a shit about the whole “no items” rule. It was stupid anyway.
The guards at the door attempted to stop him. He simply used a stab shot on the entrance. Even from down here, they worked. Both guards were obliterated, so was the door.
“Why can’t I see Eggs name tag.”
Arachnid and Yungxy both looked up at him. The latter stood up and started shouting.
“Wemmbu?! You’re not allowed in here with items! Also what happened to the door??”
The loyal ex-second in command approached quickly. Wemmbu pulled one of his orbitals out of his inventory, holding it towards Yungxy. He glared at him for one second, a silent threat. Then he looked at Arachnid. The fire used as decoration on the walls made smoke rise to the ceiling. Creating a tense standoff.
“Did you kill him.”
Yungxy shot a worried look at arachnid who- in all honestly- was far too calm.
“Wemmbu, if I killed Egg you would see it wouldn’t you?” He was always so oddly polite with the demon. It has given him a bad feeling from the start. Wemmbu was a prisoner here, not a friend. Yet he was given the second highest position possible.
“You sent me on missions. Was the point of that so I wouldn’t see his name appear when you killed him?” He held the fishing rod tighter in his hand. His wings flared, attempting to be menacing.
“No, Wemmbu. I didn’t-“
“Arachnid killed him!”
Jaden shouted from the doorway. Somehow, he managed to make it up here without being killed. Maybe because everyone was focused on the orbital hole. A crowd has gathered around the door, weapons drawn in confusion and fear. Multiple players with that stupid shield pattern.
Everyone in the meeting room looked back at Jaden. Silence passed in the area before Wemmbu laughed. Harsh and pure amusement. The pirate had brought bad news, but it made him laugh anyway.
Jaden and Yungxy immediately felt dread. That laughter was never a good thing. Not when there was a highly temperamental dragon with a bomb in his hands that couldn’t be countered.
Wemmbu pulled the rod away from Yungxy, followed by a long breath of relief from the tense spider. Silence filled the chamber as Wemmbu made direct eye contact with the leader. The only reason he obeyed anymore was because Arachnid had his friend. Now?
He wanted to kill this son a bitch with his
bare.
Hands.
“Wemmbu, Jaden is lying to you.”
Arachnid reasoned. He seemed more tense than before now. Almost like he was fearing for his life.
Good.
“Is he now?” Wemmbu walked over, his heeled boots clicking on the tile as he got to the table. The same one he’d sat at so many times for “meetings” that acted more like threats.
He raised his fishing rod. Hooking onto Arachnid’s sleeve.
“If I pull this, you’re dead. So I suggest you come with me without a struggle and without calling your little insects.”
Yungxy watched from the side with Jaden. Both silent and terrified. They glanced at each other for a second before looking back at the other two. Both knew that Wemmbu wasn’t worth messing with right now.
“Jaden.” Wemmbu hissed.
“Yeah?” He tensed, nearly flinching at the anger in his tone. The demon glanced over his shoulder. The rage visible.
“Where’s Eggs body.”
After a tense moment of silence, Jaden gestured for him to follow. They were friends since the whole ‘you can have your kingdom’ thing, but friendship felt flimsy when Wemmbu was this mad.
Wemmbu yanked the rod like a threat. Arachnid followed, mostly fearing for his life. Yungxy considered staying in the meeting room until Wemmbu shot him a glare. He followed swiftly.
“Codmaster and I were looking around after we saw the…” his sentence trailed off when he heard Wemmbu’s steps get sharper behind him. “We saw someone dragging his-“
“Jaden, bro, shut up.” There was a tense warning smile on his face. Not the regular amused one he’d used before. Jaden nodded, shutting his mouth.
The pirate led the three out of the castle and towards the bottom dweller's home. Of course Arachnid would hide him somewhere that Wemmbu didn’t like to go.
When he saw the golden blood behind a small hill, he started dragging Arachnid behind him. Loud footsteps as he sprinted over. He never was this serious. Never this scared.
“Egg-!”
Then he stopped dead in his tracks.
His hands were shaking as he stared at the scene in front of him. His best friend. The dragon could barely see through the darkness without night vision, but he still knew what he was looking at.
His suit was torn. A long slash across his chest. His eye was dull. His wings limp. There was a smear of golden blood like he’d been dragged into the area. Various other cuts littered his body.
Wemmbu never thought a seraphim like Eggchan could die. Not to someone like Arachnid. His knees felt weak. He was dead. He was actually gone.
Wemmbu moved his hand, shaky and slow, to the pendant on his collar. A gift from Egg. A small eye with wings that worked to pin his jabot in place.
After a few minutes of silent grief, he yanked the rod. It dissolved as a stab shot hit Arachnid dead center.
“Wem-“
He fell down into the hole with a loud bang, his armor saving him from most damage. Wemmu turned around instantly, his wings flaring as he jumped down. His mace appeared in his hand like second nature. Slamming into the spider's head. Wemmbu didn’t give the man time to recover, just switched to his sword.
Jaden and Yungxy watched from above. Both were terrified to speak for fear of Wemmbu changing his anger’s direction. It was honestly a bloodbath. Wemmbu usually had some semblance of control. But now… nothing.
Just anger.
The surrounding bottom feeders watched in awe and panic. Some approached Eggs body. The second Wemmbu saw someone get in his best friends space, he flew up. Jaden pulled Yungxy out of the way of the sudden massacre.
After what felt like hours to everyone else but seconds to Wemmbu, he stopped. Covered in blood from head to toe and still full of rage. He shot a glare at Jaden. A subtle command- help me.
Wemmbu moved toward Egg again. Slow and almost sad now. Like he didn’t want to ruin Eggs sanctity and peace with violence or anger.
“Come on, let’s move you to a better place, Egg.”
He whispered. Jaden helped, a bit scared of overstepping. They carried him up towards Wemmbu's mansion. Egg would have appreciated it much more. The books, the calmness of it. Much better than his jail cell.
He stood staring at his best friend for a moment. Then he turned around. Flaring his wings and flying off out of the caves.
He was fueled by rage and agony. Nothing would stop him now.
He flew back towards where he last saw Parrot.
He knew.
He didn’t say anything.
He dropped onto the steps of his castle. Staring up at the stone building. Parrot wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
Wemmbu walked up the steps like a man on a mission. There were no guards there. He’d killed them, likely. With nothing stopping him, he just walked past the doors. He had been here before. Memories of walking through the halls with Egg. Looking for Parrots help.
They got no help. And now he was dead.
“Parrot.”
He called. Expecting the bird to respond. His voice was steady. Harsh. Nothing like before. He was joking, smiling. Laughing with his friend.
The bird stepped out from a room off to the side. Locking eyes with the purple demon.
“Wemmbu-“
He paused in shock and disgust at the amount of blood on the hybrid figure.
“I assume I was right.”
He didn’t answer that.
“The spiders are done. So is anyone else who decides to get in my way.”
Parrot simply nodded. He wasn’t exactly excited at the threat. Violence wasn’t exactly his favorite means of peace.
“I’m sorry for your loss, Wemmbu.” The king offered.
His hands clenched at his sides. He could hear the false politeness in his voice. Like he was more scared than actually sorry. He should be scared.
“It was your fault.”
“What?”
Wemmbu tossed a pearl before either could blink, now mere inches from parrot.
“It. Was your. Fault.”
Parrot instinctively moved backwards. Alert Theo somehow. Wemmbu isn’t safe.
“We came to you for help. And you let him get kidnapped on your castle steps. You didn’t tell me he died until it benefited you- he wouldn’t be dead if you just helped us!”
Parrot raised his hands, scared. He knew what Wemmbu could do when he was pissed off. He didn’t want to be on the receiving end.
“Wemmbu, wouldnt it be a better way to spend your resources killing the invis player who stole him? Or flame or-“
“Why would I do that when you’re right here?”
The cold blade of his sword pressed against Parrot’s neck. He swallowed his fear, trying again to reason with the maniac.
“Because, I’m the only one here who has helped you. I admit, I didn’t do as much as I could before. But I’m trying now. I know you’re angry, I would be too-“
“God, shut up.”
He pressed the blade harder against Parrot’s throat. His eyes were sharp. Angry and annoyed.
“You just refuse to stop talking for once. That’s why you haven’t died yet. You bore every attacker to tears.”
Wemmbu paused when he heard footsteps behind him. The distinct smell of dirt and gunpowder.
“Theo, back up or I slit his throat now.”
The parakeet behind him paused when Parrot raised his hand.
“Why shouldn’t I kill you. And don’t monologue again.”
Parrot thought through his options. Thought through his words.
“I can help you get revenge.”
Wemmbu didn’t instantly end the king's time in the world. A win for the parrot.
“How’s that?” Wemmbu pulled his sword back slightly, intrigued. The most emotion other than rage Parrot had seen since he returned.
“I explain better without swords on me.”
Wemmbu considered. Then backed up. Theo kept an eye on him, making sure that he didn’t try to orbital strike.
“I already killed arachnid.”
He muttered numbly. Wringing blood out of his cloak. When he noticed he was still wearing the spider cloak, he immediately took it off.
“Yeah.. obviously.” Theo muttered. Parrot shot him a subtle glare.
“I need to find the rib trims guy, I need to find flame, and I need to find Saps.” He demanded.
“We can help with that. Everyone except the invisible guy is pretty easy to track.” Parrot offered instantly. Theo couldn’t determine if it was self preservation or if he was actually wanting to help.
Wemmbu simply nodded, turned around, and left the castle. Blood dripping from his wings.
“That man is a psycho.” Theo commented, stepping closer to his king. The only sound was the fading fireworks.
“He’s lost everything. You would be the same way.” The king began walking out of the room, leaving his right hand unsettled behind him. Theo eventually began jogging to catch up. They followed the trail of blood Wemmbu had left in his wake. Symbolic for the carnage to come.
“We should put the city under lockdown. Wemmbu has already killed thousands of innocent players, now…” Parrot didn’t need to finish his sentence. Theo was already in agreement.
The parakeet went out of the castle, shouting commands throughout the streets.
Parrot pondered. Wemmbu already had a legacy as the most powerful on the server. Plus the worst temper. Now that he was this mad? Lord knows what would happen.