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“What is wrong with you?”

Eggchan felt Wemmbu’s cold, calloused hand on his jawline as he moved his head from side to side, while blood dripped down his pale skin from his hairline, falling onto the grass with silent “drips” One of Eggchan’s eyes closed from the sting of the liquid. His light blue eyes reflected in the light of the sun, his hands clenched in the grass below him. The water in his eyes made his vision narrow, the whites turning a pinkish color.

“You aren’t even like that. Don’t do things like that.” Wemmbu’s voice felt harsh, burning a hole inside Eggchan’s chest. His calloused thumb brushed over the blood near his eye, smudging it into his skin. Eggchan stifled softly as Wemmbu retracted his thumb, his eyes staring at the blood on his fingerprint.

Eggchan knew he wasn’t trying to hurt him; he was just concerned after Eggchan got hurt. Eggchan knew Wemmbu had trouble expressing his feelings, especially care, but that didn’t change how it felt.

“I just wanted to help you. I got excited.” He opened his other eye, the sun reflecting inside the angel’s eyes.

Wemmbu could see his reflection inside them; his black pupils were expanding at the light, or maybe because of Wemmbu.’

Egg sat up against a tree, the hard bark against his back. The sun peeked just an inch above Wemmbu, his presence above Eggchan mimicked a moving shadow. It was hard to keep looking up at him. His eyes were sensitive to the hot sun, and his breath seemed to speed up a little more than usual.

“I didn’t need your help. I had everything under control. You’re supposed to stay on the sidelines, use your bow, don’t jump in like that. You’re lucky you aren’t dead.” Wemmbu sighed, irritation seeping through his voice. He let his eyes shut; they felt heavy. He took a long breath. The anger in his chest refused to budge. It wasn’t at Eggchan, never at him. “I mean—are you insane? You said it yourself, you can swing the sword, but it’ll never land anywhere!”

Egg flinched as Wemmbu’s voice raised. It echoed in his ears; Wemmbu didn’t usually yell at him, or at least not like this. His gaze lowered to the grass. It was a vivid yet dull green, colder than usual, maybe because of the shade from the trees’ leaves and branches, or because rain had poured heavily just two days ago.

He knew he wasn’t even supposed to raise his sword at all. It was wrong, morally, logically. Killing people is a sin, unforgivable. Egg knew God should punish him for his actions. Egg had killed many times, and aided in many more. But it was okay as long as he repented, right?

“Forgive me, lord. Please forgive me.”

The voice in his head spoke quietly. He wasn’t much of a fighter like Wemmbu was, and he knew he shouldn’t want to be. He couldn’t help it; he found it fun with Wemmbu. God stared down at his thoughts right now, ridiculing him.

He couldn’t hide his true self from Him.

He was a sinner.

a liar.

He knew it deep down.

He was no better than Lucifer himself.

Wemmbu suppressed a low growl, shoving it back down his throat. How could he stay mad at Egg? It was Egg. The guilty Egg, the angel, the holy…

Wemmbu had always looked up to him in a way. He admired his morals. He mourned the fact he could never be that way; even if he tried, people would always see him as a monster. Was there even a point in trying? He didn’t think so.

He stood up; he felt the scorching sun against his back. It wasn’t usually so hot out, but he felt a cold breeze brush past him. He shivered, maybe it wasn’t so hot. They had stayed up all night fighting; he wasn’t sure of the time. The sun was just rising, or nearly done rising by now.

“Get up...” he mumbled. He tried to sound softer, but it was hard with so many conflicting emotions. He’d rather focus on nature than this, maybe even fight some more. But he was forced to deal with this. He cared for Egg, not these useless emotions. Wemmbu offered a hand, but before Egg could take it, he pulled him up without warning.

Egg whimpered softly as he was forcefully lifted. His body ached, just like every other time he got attacked. Today it hurt a little more, though. It was his own fault. He should’ve run, not jumped in.

“I don’t have any medical supplies, but you can wash your face in the river.” Wemmbu heard the wind hit against his ears. Egg was silent; he didn’t move. Wemmbu’s eyes looked him up and down, narrowing.

He hated seeing Egg get hurt, but he was the one who kept bringing him into these fights. He’d never let him get hurt too much, but he shouldn’t be getting hurt at all. The angel was fragile enough already. He wasn’t built for battle. He wasn’t a guardian, as much as Wemmbu wished he was.

Their eyes met for a second. Egg’s eyes looked ethereal, the reflection of the sun breaking into colors in them, not just the light blue he knew so well. Wemmbu backed up slightly… They were nearly the same height. Eggchan was a little taller, but always worryingly thin. He didn’t see him eat much, but he said he didn’t need to. That was an angel’s natural anatomy. Wemmbu’s eyes drifted to Egg’s wings. They were big, and soft. The wings around his head, too. His halo floated above his head, throbbing with a golden light that lit up Egg’s face. It was easy to get distracted by it. Wemmbu had always thought Egg was beautiful.

Wemmbu shook his head and turned away, feeling the wind shift as he moved toward the river ahead of them.

Egg’s eyes flickered up, watching him go. He took a wobbly step forward, silently following. His wings folded into themselves, the wings around his head dropping to the sides of his ears. Sometimes Egg felt he didn’t deserve these blessings from God. He was unworthy, and had even considered cutting them off. But that would be ungrateful; he would be destroying God’s creation.

He sniffled; he never meant to upset Wemmbu.

He imagined that’s how God was looking at him right now—disappointed in him for fighting, upset that he got hurt. His wings had drops of red on them, proof of his sins.

Egg felt Wemmbu’s hand on his shoulder, lowering him to kneel in front of the river. Right, he got lost in thought…

Eggstared at his reflection in the water, blinking an extra time. The sun shimmered across it; when he looked at it directly, it burned his eyes slightly. But it was beautiful.

Wemmbu stood behind him, seeming to zone out into the distance for a moment before he glanced around them. Nobody had followed them, thankfully. His eyes eventually settled back on Egg as he watched him wash his face in the river water. He stood there, thoughtless for a moment, listening to the stream of water hitting against the rocks beneath it.

He never knew where Egg came from, or how he got here. Egg spoke of heaven, told him it was a beautiful place. Wemmbu sometimes wondered if he’d go there one day. Egg said if he repented, he certainly would. In a way, he was grateful for Egg. He helped him understand not everything was about power, even if he had trouble opening up. Though, Wemmbu has found people will always scowl at him, run away in fear, snitch on him any chance they get. He’s too far down the road already.

Egg felt the warm water on his face drip back into the river; he watched as the drops created ripples in the water. He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he did. He heard birds chirp in the distance, and the injury on his head throbbed with pain from the water cleaning it out.

“Wemmbu..?” Egg mumbled, wiping the water from his eyes; he had let it fall with the rest.

Wemmbu froze. He raised a brow as he heard Egg’s voice, his eyes focused on the back of his head before getting distracted by his halo. It bobbed up and down. “Yeah?”

“What are you?”

“What?” Wemmbu immediately looked back at his white hair. He held his breath for a second. The sound of nature filled the air; now it felt louder than before.

The next words from Egg came out shaky and small. “Everywhere we go, we always cause destruction. And you have… this look in your eyes. Your pupils… Your pupils… they turn black. It’s like you’re a different person.”

Wemmbu scoffed, opening his mouth, but no words escaped him. His heart beat—loud, so loud—it overrode the birds and river, it overrode his own thoughts.

“Well, I— I’m…” He put his hand to his chest, clenching it. He took a breath, but it was unstable. “I… don’t know.”

Wemmbu did know. The horns on his head, the way he craved power in destruction—it was clear to him what he was. He’d never paid much attention to it; he didn’t know who his parents were, he didn't know where he was born. But he was… vicious.

Egg slowly got up from the ground and turned to face Wemmbu. The wind slowed; it felt hotter, and yet the hairs on Egg’s arms still stood up.

“I… I can feel him, Wemmbu.” His voice faltered in the middle; he was still trying so hard to hold back his tears, but some still slipped out, slowly falling down his cheeks. “He’s watching. Always watching. We have to stop, please we have to stop. Listen to me. Listen to me… listen…”

Egg took a step forward; Wemmbu took a step back.

“I—okay… okay…” Wemmbu’s eyes widened. He’d never seen Egg act like this before. Sure, he could be philosophical sometimes… but this wasn’t philosophical. Wemmbu’s chest
tightened; he could still hear his heartbeat. He was hyper-aware of the wind hitting his skin. “Who’s… him?”

Egg froze; his breath hitched, then he breathed out. His tears kept falling—when did they get this bad? “Oh…” he whimpered, wiping his eyes; when more tears fell, he wiped them again and again… still, his eyes burned with pain.

“Egg, stop doing that.” Wemmbu’s brows furrowed. What was this? He was hurting himself. He was already hurt enough. “Who’s him?” His voice got louder; it echoed, the wind carrying it up into the sun.

Wemmbu froze, closing his eyes, holding his breath for a second. He let the world black out around him before exhaling. “Don’t freak out”

It hurt him physically to stare at him like this. He didn’t understand what he was feeling, he didn’t understand what the purpose of any of this was. “Or… please?”

“I’ll stop. I’ll stop whatever you’re saying.”

Egg winced, he paid attention to the sun behind him, how the rays hit his body. He paid attention to the sound of the fish flopping in the river, the calls of the birds in the sky, the sound of the grass brushing against itself under the pressure of the wind. Then… he allowed it all to drown out, focusing on Wemmbu.

His tears stalled. He let his arms drop beside him; the wings on his head fluttered out.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “It’s nothing.”

Wemmbu’s eyes caught on his wings—damn, his appearance was so distracting. When he processed what Egg said, he didn’t respond.

What could he say?

He just stared. No words formed in his mind. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe Egg was just affected from the battle. Maybe Egg was fine, everything was fine. Maybe…

“Let’s go back to the base,” Wemmbu whispered, his voice soft.

The sun was now completely up in the sky. But for some reason, the sky wasn’t catching up. It was pink, yellow, and blue… It didn’t feel as hot anymore, and the breeze was almost completely gone.

Maybe it was the work of “him.”

Wemmbu took a step forward; the grass below him made a crunching noise as it flattened into the ground. He took another step forward.

Egg felt Wemmbu’s hand on his arm, pulling him forward. And before he could process it, they were running through the grass, past the trees. The breeze felt perfect against his skin, and the sun… Egg couldn’t focus on the scenery. He could only focus on Wemmbu.

How he was trying so hard to regulate himself today. How he was trying to understand his nature, how much he tried to suppress his nature.

He was so grateful to have a friend like Wemmbu.

But the very concept of him was a sin.

The two ran, and they ran. The world that always felt too big, too much for them, suddenly felt so small. Because it felt like it was just them. Just as it’s always been. Them against the world.

Wemmbu laughed, his voice echoing into the air behind them as they got closer toward the base. He thought this was fun, he thought feeling the wind against his face as he pulled Egg behind him was fun. Because even if moments ago he was crying, even if moments ago Wemmbu had a ball of tension in his chest…

This moment was enough to make him forget about it.

And maybe… maybe… It was proof he didn’t need to be destructive to have fun. He wasn’t the demon Egg was thinking he was.

Wemmbu’s hand rested against his treehouse, his other on his chest as he caught his breath. The sky seemed normal now, a bright blue. He wiped sweat off his face, a small smile on his face.

Egg gasped for air. Wemmbu was more athletic than him in every way… He coughed, but it turned into a laugh. “It’s… nice… to run… without being chased,” he breathed between words, wiping the damp feeling off his face where his tears used to be.

“Very.” Wemmbu laughed, his breath now returning to normal. He pushed himself off the treehouse.

As his adrenaline returned to normal, he felt his eyes grow heavy again. They had been like this the entire time, with eyebags forming underneath. He couldn’t remember the last time he got proper sleep… especially since recently they’d been getting caught in fights left and right. “I think… I’ll get some sleep,” Wemmbu mumbled, scratching the back of his head.

Egg blinked, a smile on his face. “Okay. I’m gonna stay out and fish.” Before they’d gone out, Wemmbu had installed a little pond in front of the treehouse for him… he hadn’t gotten the chance to use it yet.

“Right…” Wemmbu nodded, then clicked his tongue. “Yeah, yeah… right…” He backed into the door. “I’ll talk to you when I wake up then,” he whispered, stumbling into the treehouse, then closing the door.

Egg stared at the door for a moment, then walked over to the pond when he saw no sign of Wemmbu coming back.

He dropped to his knees.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry God, please forgive me… I’ll change. From now on… I won’t be a sinner anymore. Please give me mercy.”

He whispered, his voice filled with desperation. His hands clenched tightly in front of his face, head down, eyes closed. His wings spread out, twitching. He went on to ramble, and ramble. His hands shook with how tense he was. The grass here was sharper, and rocks lay beneath it. It dug into his skin, leaving marks. It hurt, it hurt so bad. But he had to do this.

“Please give… us… mercy,” he added. Tears streamed down his face once again. “Please… do you hear me? Give me a sign… any sign.”

Egg tried his best not to think. He was terrified of the idea of God seeing sin in his mind. Was being terrified of that a sin? He took breaths, trying to work through the pain of his position. Minutes passed, and he got no answer. Only more pain shot through his body. He thought of the environment, but it was filled with sin. The ground had blood fed into it; was that why the grass felt so sharp? To punish them for killing? The sun wasn’t visible even though it was a meadow; clouds always covered it. Another punishment? Fish didn’t swim in the pond; he wouldn’t get anything if he tried to fish.

There was nothing to tune into.

So he kept praying.

But he was ignored.

But he deserved to be punished like this.

Even as his skin broke from the rocks and grass, and blood seeped out in little cuts.

He needed to be punished for his sins.

…

“Egg? What’re you doing..?” Wemmbu’s voice shot into Egg’s head, and he turned around immediately.

How long was he praying for? It seemed darker out now. He could no longer hear birds in the sky, the pond was nearly completely still… it felt a lot colder now.

“Wemmbu… I thought you were asleep?”

A giant current of wind carried through the area, making Egg shiver.

“I was, I just woke up.” Wemmbu’s voice was quieter than usual, and raspy. His hair was a little messy too. Had he really been praying that long?

“Oh… I was just… praying,” Egg followed his words with a nervous laugh. His legs felt numb; there was blood seeping through his pants. He didn’t get up. He couldn’t have Wemmbu see it. Only the Lord knows what he’d do.

“Praying?” Wemmbu scoffed. “You know that’s not gonna do anything. God is so fucking stupid.”

Egg’s makeshift smile dropped. His hands immediately started to fidget with each other. Everything else around them became complete background noise; he got tunnel vision completely on Wemmbu. The sound of his words felt amplified, overly loud, an echo surrounding them. “...Huh…?”

Wemmbu’s pupils seemed to darken into a demonic black, his voice dropping an octave. “I’m a demon, Egg. Why would I care about God, about sin? It’s fun to sin!”

Egg violently shook his head. “But you… but you said—”

“I’m gonna continue to kill. And you know you will too.” The whites in Wemmbu’s eyes turned black. Or… were they always black? “You know, if you’re gonna act so ‘holy’, I might as well put you out of your misery.”

Egg’s eyes widened; he scooted back. “No… I’m not… I’m not like you. I’m not a sinner…” His vision was covered in stars as he realized what he was saying, a ringing noise covering his
ears. “N–No! Please… Wemmbu… don’t do this!” He covered his mouth with his hand in absolute horror. He could barely even make out the outline of Wemmbu. Was he taking out his sword?

“Wemmbu! Please!” he yelled, but his begging did nothing.

Wemmbu lifted his sword. He said something… something Egg couldn’t hear over the ringing in his ears.

Then he…

Egg woke up, gasping for air. Crows cawed in the distance, echoing as he sat up. His eyes were wide open; he looked from side to side… That was… a dream? He looked around again, just to be sure. Wemmbu wasn’t here… the sky was black. He must’ve slept through the entire day.

Egg looked down at the ground, trying to forget that awful nightmare.

More importantly… he had fallen asleep while praying. He clearly wasn’t dedicated enough; how did he even sleep through all that pain? He was so disrespectful for that. His knees still burned, though now it was dulled. His legs were sore.

He looked at the door of the treehouse. Was that… the sign? Was God showing him Wemmbu’s real nature? Did he… really think that? Egg felt a cold fear in his stomach. Scared? Of Wemmbu? Wemmbu would never kill him. Right?

He shook his head, forcing himself to stand up. He suppressed a noise as the pain in his legs intensified. Hopefully… God forgave him for what he did now. He limped toward the door, opening it with a shaky hand, then shutting it behind him.

He looked around for Wemmbu, but he wasn’t there. Only a wooden sign was left in his place:

“Went out cause I was bored, was gonna move you inside but you called me a demon in your sleep lol”

…

Wemmbu sits on a mountain, staring into the moon. It was full tonight. His leg hangs off the edge while the other is kicked up, his arms behind him, propping him up. The wind seemed to never stop blowing; it was still going the same as it had this morning. But it was cold out now, and it gave Wemmbu goosebumps. The mountain was covered in grass. It was soft, and even colder. Stars surrounded Wemmbu in the still, still night. His mace lay beside him.

Below him, the aftermath of a large explosion—a nuke—blood splattered across the ground. Stone stained with the evidence of his crime.

Wemmbu had blacked out when he did what he did. He couldn’t explain it very well. Back at the treehouse, when he woke up, he saw Egg praying outside. He mentioned Wemmbu, apologized for him, said he was sorry that he was born a demon. Sorry that his existence was bringing Egg sin. Wemmbu just watched, and watched, until Egg fell asleep. Wemmbu decided he’d go out to get some fresh air, but move Egg into the base first. Well, when he tried to pick him up, he was sleep talking.

“No,” he said. “No… Wemmbu… demon… demon…”

He laughed, his voice cutting into the silence. He heard crickets down below; he saw fireflies in the distance. He looked down at his creation. His destruction.

Wemmbu really didn’t understand. Everything has a nature. And his nature was “demonic”? When lions prey on zebras, is that demonic? Why was he demonic? Because his eyes turned a darker shade when he was excited?

His hands clenched the grass. He looked beside him—Gambit. It was covered in blood. Rightfully so.

He wasn’t going to repress his nature for some God he didn’t see.

Egg really just saw him as a demon, someone who couldn’t control himself, someone who brought destruction everywhere he went.

And he was right.

Wemmbu’s eyes watered as he looked at the massacre beneath him. He had just blown up innocent people, maced them, murdered them simply for fun. But he felt this unbelievable urge to prey on the weak; he felt if he didn’t do anything that he would explode. He tried to regulate himself, but it didn’t work. Was that his fault? It was natural. It wasn’t his fault he was born with these horns on his head.

He didn’t really want to kill. He didn’t want Egg to see him as this monster. But it felt like a cycle he could never escape, because he was a demon. And the longer he repressed his nature, the more it built, the worse his next massacre became.

“Damn it, Egg…” Wemmbu wiped his eyes, feeling the water on his hand. “I’m trying… I am…” he choked.

Everything felt so cold. The ground, his mace, the air, his heart. He hated these emotions. It was stupid. Everything was so stupid.

If God was so great, why did he create him to be a demon? If his very soul was a sin, could he even… as Egg says, “repent”? Why did God make him this way?

Wemmbu let out a deep sigh. He pushed himself up, grabbing Gambit and clutching the mace tightly in his hand. He stood up in one fluid motion, looking straight ahead, no longer down at the aftermath of his emotions…. and jumped off the cliff.

The sound of fireworks echoed in the air as he flew up with his elytra.

The air pressure was awful tonight; he feared he might catch a cold… he wouldn’t mind. It would prove he was human, not just a demon.

Well… he had to be part human.

He looked down as he flew through the sky, ignoring the awful cold and the way the wind hit his face like a slap. Up here, it was as if he belonged to the sky. The sky belonged to him. It was almost… a type of comfort.

Wemmbu wanted to go to Capital City, just to stroll around and take his mind off things. Maybe see if Parrot had done anything different now that he was king. Speaking of… he wondered what those three had been doing. Spoke, Flame, Parrot. Probably not being called demons by their best friend.

He pushed the thought away. He had just flown over the entrance to Capital City and landed not far from it. He sighed, looking forward. What was he even doing here?

“Oh hey! Wemmbu!”

He heard his name from beside him… when he looked over, the first thing he saw was the familiar golden glow of a halo.

And… Parrot?

Wemmbu tilted his head. “Uhm… hey…” he spoke quietly. Beside Parrot? Flame. Beside Flame? Spoke. Wemmbu walked over, his steps stalling by a fraction of a second. His eyes locked onto Egg.

“I thought you were back at the base?”

“I didn’t want you out alone.” Egg smiled. “I thought you might come here.”

Egg knew that wasn’t the truth. He thought Wemmbu would destroy something, go on a killing spree, sin. He wanted to watch him, maybe entertain him, calm him down, whatever he needed.

“Wemmbuuuu!” Spoke chimed in, stepping forward. “Why are your eyes black?” The voidling tilted his head. He had a natural drive for chaos too, Wemmbu thought.

“Bro, they always do that when he gets into fights.” Flame answered. Spoke looked over with a hum. “You never noticed? It’s creepy as hell, bro.”

Parrot shook his head. “It’s because he’s a demon hybrid.”

Wemmbu’s eye twitched. “Why are you guys here? I thought we all went our separate ways after we captured Lettuce.”

“We did. Everyone just happened to be here.” Parrot shrugged.

Egg cut back in, resting his hand on Wemmbu’s shoulder. “Flame said he was doing something for the LAW, Parrot was doing construction, and Spoke… was doing Spoke things.”

“Ah.” Wemmbu laughed, pushing Egg’s hand off him. “And you came to babysit me, right? Because I'm demonic? Because everywhere I go I bring destruction?” Wemmbu held back a laugh, a shaky, unstable laugh.

He didn’t want to be angry at Egg. He didn’t want to deal with the guilt of massacring those innocent players.

Parrot, Flame, and Spoke went dead silent, just looking at the two.

“That’s what people say to me…” Spoke whispered.

“No… I… I…” Egg’s eyes softened. He felt bad for lying. But he didn’t even know if he could trust Wemmbu alone right now. God gave him a sign, a sign that Wemmbu wasn’t safe. Even… if he didn’t want to accept it.

Wemmbu took a breath. Calm down, calm down, calm. Down.

“Sorry.” He mumbled. “I’m gonna get some air.”

He backed up before flying off with his elytra. Suddenly, he felt steaming hot.

The three watched as he flew into the air and landed on a building. Parrot looked back at Egg.

“Demonic?” he repeated.

Egg’s wings fluttered. “No, no… I never said that.” His knees still felt weak. His wings curled in on themselves. He felt so vulnerable. Why was he so cold right now? He kept upsetting Wemmbu. But… was that the right thing to do?

Flame looked back toward him too. “He is a demon. I don’t think he just wants to rain destruction, though…” He raised a brow. “That’s more something Spoke would do.”

Spoke’s head whipped around. “Hm?”

Wemmbu looked down at them from a building. He could feel himself turning red in the face. He lifted his head, letting the breeze cool him down. He closed his eyes. He wondered what they were talking about. Him being demonic? Did they all believe that? He wouldn’t be surprised. They all thought he was a heartless monster.

He opened his eyes, looking back down at them. His vision seemed to turn red. His vision narrowed down to the group. In his head, he heard a clock ticking, counting down the seconds. His brain wanted him to do something. In his chest, he felt a phantom euphoria. The type he got once he did something bad, killed someone, blew something up. But it wasn’t there. His entire body felt tense, his heartbeat syncing up with the ticking in his ears.

Everything was a blur. Him opening his ender chest, the weight of the orbital strike in his hand, the casting… and the way the four flew up into the air.

He blinked. Suddenly, he felt so free. His tunnel vision disappeared as he saw the four in the air. They seemed to fall in slow motion. The ticking in his head disappeared; it had completely cleared his thoughts. All he could think about was those four dead on the ground, squashed into nothing but bloodstains in exploded earth.

Until he realized who he was nuking.

They all fell to the ground. People came out of their houses once they heard the sound of the explosion. Wemmbu just paused as he looked at the mess. Dust covered the area. He couldn’t tell whether they survived or not. He heard nothing besides the whispers of the bystanders. He glided down from the building and into the cloud of smoke and debris.

“Wemmbu, bro—what the fuck is wrong with you?” Flame coughed, pulling out his sword as he stood up.

Spoke had disappeared, but he saw Egg helping Parrot up.

“I’m sorry…” Wemmbu whispered. He felt the dust and fragments make their way into his lungs, sharp pain entering his body. He didn’t react, didn’t cough as he felt the itchy sensation in the back of his throat. “I… I blacked out.”

“Wemmbu, please just… leave.”

He heard Parrot. His voice was soft, not hostile. But it sounded so rude. So judgmental. Like he was talking to some unreasonable, murderous… demon.

Wemmbu opened his mouth to protest, only to be interrupted by a loud alarm ringing throughout the city. When did they install that?! He didn’t question it, just took a step forward and flew out.

He felt arrows shoot at him, missing as he flew as far as he could. Tears streamed behind him like rain as the wind redirected them. He didn’t understand. He would never understand. He didn’t mean to do that. He didn't mean to hurt anyone. He didn’t want to kill them. He just blacked out. He blacked out…

A loud pop echoed through the air. It came from behind him.

Wemmbu no longer felt the elytra on his back. He was falling at full speed, the pressure flipping him onto his back. His breath hitched. How high was he from the ground? Was this a fatal drop? Was this one of those “punishments” Egg talked about? Would he—

“Fuck!”

Wemmbu soon got his answer as his back collided with the ground. The impact completely knocked the air out of him. His vision went black for a moment before slowly returning. He let out a loud, raw whine, tears spilling from his eyes.

He looked so fucking weak right now.

But he hadn’t felt this type of pain in a long, long while. His entire body was on fire. He couldn’t bring himself to sit up; every twitch sent a wave of pain through his body. At least he wasn’t dead. He couldn’t feel what was under him, more grass maybe? He wasn’t sure. His back felt too numb from the pain.

What could he do besides just lie here and endure it? Anything else would just make it more painful. But Wemmbu didn’t have much time to think; it felt like his thoughts were turning into mush as his vision turned black with white dots everywhere.

Wemmbu awoke with blurry vision. After blinking a couple of times, it slowly cleared. The sun was above him, and he saw a bird fly past. He groaned in confusion, trying to sit up. That groan immediately turned into a whine of pain.

Right, his elytra had broken.

Wemmbu pushed past the pain, closing his eyes and forcing himself to sit up. He clenched his jaw, holding his breath until he wasn’t on his back anymore, then let himself breathe. The pain wasn’t as bad when he was up like this.

He opened his eyes, looking around him. He was on… a floating island. These things were rare; he was lucky he landed on it. Otherwise, he probably would’ve died. The sun shone bright. There was no wind today. It wasn’t too hot, not cold. It was peaceful. A tree stood behind him. He looked up at the leaves, the rays of light shining through them. This place was… ethereal.

He saw a golden glow in the corner of his eye. He looked forward.

“...Hey.”

Egg’s soft voice bounced in Wemmbu’s ears. He was sitting on a shulker box. How long had he been sitting there?

“Hey?” Wemmbu looked at him with wide eyes. Why didn’t he help him? Egg had always been so caring toward him. He just let him sleep in pain like that?

Egg swallowed hard. After yesterday, he knew that dream wasn’t random. It was a message from God. He knew he couldn’t keep ignoring his creator any longer, or soon his wings would be turned into chains. He cleared his throat.

“Wemmbu… we can’t… I can’t… be associated with you anymore.”

Wemmbu forgot about the pain in his body. Suddenly, his heart took over. He wanted to rip it out.

“...What..?”

“You’re a demon, I’m an angel. Just being with you taints me with evil. We were never supposed to become friends in the first place.” Egg’s chest tightened with each word. He couldn’t believe what was coming out of his mouth.

It was always Wemmbu and him against the world.

He wanted to break down in tears, but his eyes didn’t even water.

“No... no...” Wemmbu laughed. “Are you joking? You’re joking.”

He felt his heart shatter when Egg just looked at him with that damn expression.

“Please… Egg… I-I’ll repent. I swear, I’ll repent!”

“No, Wemmbu.” A lump formed in Egg’s throat. He forced the words out anyway. “You’re a demon. Your very existence is a sin. Please… don’t make this harder than it already is.”

Silence filled the air. Wemmbu could feel the sun's rays on his skin. He could hear the calming sound of leaves rustling, and maybe a waterfall somewhere near them.

“Okay.” His voice came out shaky.

This was how it was always gonna end.

Wemmbu was a demon, Egg was an angel.

They could never coexist.

“I-I’ll see you, then.” Wemmbu looked away from Egg. His chest was empty, his mind was booming. Did he even have a purpose to live? What was fun without Egg? What was destruction without Egg? He didn't even have morals without him.

“Yeah.” Egg’s voice was just as unstable.

He spread his wings wide.
He hadn’t flown since he met Wemmbu.
But as he turned around and pushed himself off the edge of the island..

He was glowing.

The sun highlighted him perfectly. His halo was the brightest it had ever been. His wings looked white.

Before…
They looked grey.

Wemmbu was mesmerized. Even as tears streamed down his face. Even as Egg slowly disappeared into the distance.

He had always found him beautiful.