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__ "The strongest will win no matter what"
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"I guess your right"
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the claddering sound of wemmbus crown hitting the ground felt like mockery as he watched to demon fall by the impact of blade meeting bone, even if he didn't tumble over the edge, there was barely a chance of survival. But the crown was only one of the two things that he had left behind before getting hit over the edge. The mace i had knocked away was still flat on the ground dangerously close to going up in flames by the rath of the lava.
He never wanted to end like this, he should of. But it felt so bitter and wrong hitting his already near dead friend rival off the edge and into the endless void below.
A victory had never tasted so Wrong. although one always had to came out on top, and today it had been him. Not wemmbu but flamefrags.
The immortal demon.
It Wasnt surprising.
Skill always beats tricks.
So why wouldn't it now? And why did something nag at the back of his mind, a emotion he refused to let surface. wemmbu had pushed him to become better, to prove that he could beat power with skill. He had enjoyed fighting wemmbu, because he was the only one who could keep up, even though it was unfar because the dam man had literal NUKES.
Walking over, he picked up the mace feeling the heat from the lava that had seeped into the bar of the ancient weapon, it weighted heavy and uncomfortable in his hands, the mace was like a giant spiked hammer, glowing softly because of the enchants. The ancient symbols on the hammer glowed fantly from the light of the lava, and a small purple string tied around the part just below the hammer. It had a slight bit of blood on it, from him or from wemmbu himself.
Stashing the mace in a shulker, then turning back to where wemmbu had fallen, only the crown was there, mockery from the gods maybe. Purple shimmered and glowed from the gem, it was like a simble of the purple demon himself.
His footsteps weighed heavy as he went over to one of the last things that resembled the monstrosity himself. Upon picking up the crown his mind raced with thoughts that didn't sound like his own.
I just want to live like a normal player.
Lost cause.
Rejoice corous! Corous!
That was odd. Who was rejoice? These certainly weren't his thoughts, more like a distant memory that bled into his. Was it wemmbus? He was holding his crown after all, thats impossible.
He stashed the crown with the mace, and picked up the shulker. The win felt like a loss somehow, he didn't know how yet.
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Oh.
oh.
how he'll miss you wemmbu.
The only person who'd actually stay if it ment for another rematch.
Back at his base, which felt smaller somehow. He placed the shulker off to the side and looked through his ender chest and at his restocks. Even half weaker the purple demon had made him burn through resources, he'll have to grind again.
The fant glow from the crown and the mace in the shulker were getting dimmer.
Flame stared at it through his blindfold. A horrible idea in his head, he went over, grabbing thr crown from the shulked...
_<parrotx2 POV:>_
Wemmbus words had made him confused. Wemmbu never hated him? They had so many fights though, and wemmbu was known for having many enemies on the server, so it was only logical to assume wemmbu hated him too.
He stood on the platform for a while, his wings folded behind him. He should get back to the potion shop, theo was still waiting for him.
His wings spread wide slightly turning to catch the wind better, before with a powerful flap of his wings he shot off into the air, letting the wind guide him to his destination, capital city.
It Wasnt that long before he swooped down and into his shop, accidentally scaring the crap out of theo. He should be used to this by now, apparently he was wrong.
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He was wrong about a lot of things actually.
He was wrong about a lot of people.
It had been a week since revealing wemmbus identity. Parrot almost forgot about it until flame showed up to his shop for potions.
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Was that wemmbus crown?
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Around flames neck.
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What happened when he left?
Theo talked for him this time
"What do you need flame?"
"Strangth potions."
"How ma-"
"A shulker."
"Right" theo disappeared up the ladder to retrieve the potions.
Did flame kill wemmbu? How else would he have his crown, around his neck. What like a pendant? Thats a bit low.
Theo came back with the potions putting it in flames empty shulker, and parrot finally spoke still staring at the crown around flames neck
"What happened to wemmbu?"
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"Skill always beats power"
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Oh. He doesn't know how to feel on one side, no more nukes, less people to worry about. But.. it somehow left like it was his fault. It reminded him of wifies. The chat. that chat.
<wifies was blown up by Parrotx2>
<Wemmbu fell into the void>
He was the one who helped kill him. Got theo to drain his restocks, no way of escape, made him reveal his identity. Guilt weighted heavy.