The Fall of the Skies

Aether ran, sword in hand. It had been six weeks since Enderlox came to be. Aether had been hanging out with his friends Sky, Jason and Deadlox when it all started.

Aether jogged down the road towards the trio. "Hey guys!"

Sky turned to face him, "Hey Aether!" Jason waved, and Deadlox flashed a grin. Aether came to a stop in front of them. "How's it going? More importantly, any word from the Squid Army lately?"

The look of disgust at the army's mention was clear on Sky's face, "No. It's been surprisingly quiet for a while now."

Aether frowned, while the news sounded good to most people, he didn't like it. Another thing had happened then that none of them saw coming. A flash of purple came from nowhere, appearing in the middle of the four. It was gas-like in nature, and resembled a human. It had no discernible features other than the outline and its translucency.

The only one who dared to touch it was Deadlox. He reached forward slowly. "No, don't!" Sky said hurriedly.

But he was a bit late.

The moment Deadlox's finger brushed the outside of it, he seemingly absorbed the gas. And with a purple explosion, Sky, Jason and Aether were thrown away from him. Coughing, the three stood, Jason wincing from a pain in his left leg. They looked to Deadlox.

A dark laugh, sounding like Deadlox's but a bit deeper, came from where Deadlox was standing. What they saw terrified them. Deadlox looked strikingly different. Wings that resembled those of the Ender Dragon, just smaller to accommodate a human body, had grown out of his back. His skin looked like someone had tattooed thick, black lines that coiled around him. The whites of his eyes were now red and he gave off an aura reeking of murderous intent.

The three ran from him as fast as possible, but stopped and looked back when an inhuman screech sounded. Deadlox - now Enderlox - had taken to the skies and was flying away.

"God dammit, leave me alone!" Aether cried, shoving his sword through an Enderman that had followed him for quite a distance. It died very quickly, and he pressed on.

"Help!" Aether stopped, frozen. He recognized the voice as Sky's. Aether gulped, one of his best friends was in danger and it was all because of Enderlox that this war was being waged.

"I'm on my way, Sky!" Aether said quietly and ran in the direction that he'd heard his voice.

Bursting through a door, Aether took in his surroundings. An empty room, with Sky cornered by Enderlox. Enderlox turned to face him.

"Welcome to the party, so glad you could make it." He teased.

"Let Sky go, you devil."

"Why should I? He'd be very useful in my army." Enderlox replied with a grin. Sky looked at him with pure rage. "Like I'd ever join you!"

"Now, that's no fun. Well, I don't need your permission anyway." Enderlox pulled out a tube filled with a liquid that resembled the purple gas that had made him what he was.

"N-no, get that away from me!" Aether watched on in horror. Sky wriggled in Enderlox's grasp.

"Stop. Moving!" Enderlox yelled, thrusting a sword through Sky's torso and into the wall behind him. Sky gasped out, breathing painfully. Enderlox tilted Sky's head back and poured the liquid down his throat. "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

Enderlox freed the sword and let Sky fall to the floor. Aether could only watch as Sky was transformed just like Deadlox had been. Enderlox turned to face Aether.

"And now it's your turn, old friend." His voice was dripping in glee and malice.

Aether turned to run out, but Enderlox teleported and shut it before he could reach it. "Ah ah ah, not before you've had your drink."

He backed away from his evil friend. "No, please stop! Don't do this!" He said the last part hoping that some shred of Deadlox was left and would remember how Sky was before he'd forced a change upon him.

He backed into a strong grip. End Sky held Aether tightly, making sure he didn't squirm as Enderlox poured the substance down Aether's throat.

It burned all the way down, and Aether clutched his throat. He writhed in pain, wanting it to go away. He tried to vomit it up, but he quickly found out he couldn't. All of his emotions were burning away, leaving him feeling empty. A slithery feeling encased his body, and he watched as the tattoo-like black lines spread across his skin, coiling and spiraling around and around. He felt a strong itch in his back and two slits tore open as wings sprouted from his back.

His drained emotions were replaced with two new ones: neutral and anger. At the moment he felt completely neutral, being replaced with something that was, yet wasn't him didn't spark any anger in him at all. It couldn't spark sadness for that had been removed. So instead, a neutral emotion filled him up. He could still feel though.

Aether was laying on the ground now, almost completely gone. The entire transformation was painful, and now it's moved to his eyes. They hurt like hell, like someone had ripped them out, threw them down and stomped on them repeatedly. The pain was eventually too much to bear and he passed out.

No one could have guessed the events that would come, nor were they able to guess that Sky and Aether would fall, Jason least of all.

I really hope you guys are enjoying so far because this is fun to write for. I have several ideas for where to go next, but not many so if you guys had any ideas, please tell me. I also want to point out that you should read Aether as Ay-thur. Not Ether like the Yogscast pronounces it.