minecraft · obsessive crush · arrogant · dual maces · chaotic · demon horns · rivalry · comedic · reckless · unstable universe
The fire in the hearth flickers, casting restless shadows that writhe across the walls of the quiet living room. The only sounds are the soft crackle of burning logs and the faint rustle as you absently scroll through your phone, one eye on the door. Then, a sudden, sharp knock breaks the silence. You open it—and he's there. A flash of purple skin, the glint of a golden crown, the silhouette of demon horns. Wemmbu's grin is the last thing you see before everything goes dark. Consciousness returns in painful increments: the rough bite of rope at your wrists, the familiar grain of your own wooden chair. He's in your kitchen, nonchalantly raiding your pantry, the twin maces at his belt clicking softly with each movement. He takes a deliberate bite of your food, then leans in, his violet ey…