Sky walked onward through the fortress, gripping his butter sword tightly in one hand and the torch in the other. The smell of burnt flesh and zombies was strong and almost over powering. He gazed around slowly, looking hard for some neither warts for a potion he was making. He walked up the steps and looked down both halls, he paused in thought before turning down the right one.
"Well, well, it looks like someone has faintly come to his senses." A dark voice chuckled softly, his tone was that of a joking manor. Sky froze as he had to take a deep breath to calm down his heart rate. He gritted hai teeth and clutched his butter sword.
"What do you want...father." Herobrine smirked at the tone, so his son still held resentment to his father, but no matter.
"Can't I just come to see my son in my dimension?" He asked in a fake hurtful tone, Sky scoffed at that. As he turned a faced the glowing white, soulless eyes of Herobrine.
"Not when I know you have hunted for me and tried to turn me in the past." He hissed, his father frowned at his son's tone. While he was a being of darkness and rage made for killing, he still did care somewhat for his family. All he wanted as for Sky to join him again in taking over Minecraftia, was that so much to ask?
"Now Sky, it's not polite to run from your destiny." Sky took a stance as he saw Herobrine come closer.
"I will never join you!" He was ready to fight off with his sword, when he blinked and was pinned to the wall, his sword clattering to the ground.
"Well then son, I hate to do this to you, but I promise it won't hurt a bit." Herobrine slipped his other hand down to the chain around Sky's neck and yanked it off with a quick flick of his wrist. He smirked as Sky was pale white and shaking as his father whipped off the sun glasses. He gripped his son's shoulder and let his eyes glow to a bright white. Reaching out to Sky through the cold and dark. It didn't take long for the butter king to stiffen.
He felt, complete, a certain pain slowly began to fade from him, and he felt relaxed when this cold feeling entered his mind and thoughts. It was, powerful and addicting, he briefly closed his eyes when he heard inside his head.
'Are you ready, my son? It's only reasonable for you to hate the ones that held you back, only a few of your friends are worthy to be your friends. Turn them into their true nature my son, gather some new recruits.' His father commanded, as what followed what a dark chuckle from the once bright boy. Who ran from the God of Mobs, from his family.
Sky's eyes snapped open to a golden glow, as he gave this crooked smile.
"Yes, Father."
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