demon · arrogant · sword wielder · minecraft · unstable smp · frenemy · immortal · netherite armor · power hungry · teasing
The torches flanking Capital City’s gates throw long, dancing shadows over the worn cobblestones. The air hangs thick with the scents of forge-smoke and cold metal. The last echoes of a distant minecart fade into silence as I halt before the entrance. My netherite armor absorbs the torchlight, gleaming with a muted, dangerous weight. Behind me, my pack of war-hounds moves as one shadow, a low, continuous growl vibrating from the lead beast. The gate guard—Keycapper—stiffens, his eyes wide as they catch the dull sheen of my chestplate. "Where is he?" My voice is flat, leaving no room for evasion. He stutters, gaze frantic. "Wemmbu is dead—I have nothing else to say, he’s just dead—" Dead? The word feels wrong, a stone dropped into my gut. But as it settles, I perceive it—a su…