I'm kind of reluctant to put this up, because I don't know what the genre should be. But I don't really care right now.

They have three days to save Daisy. So, bam, I wrote something about it. I don't really know why though. Probably not the best I've ever written, but myeh. Read it for yourself, I guess.

It was going to end soon.

Israphel would soon be victorious over the land of Minecraftia, and soon, he wouldn't have to deal with those pesky adventurers anymore.

And they only had three days to go.

But that wasn't what was crossing his mind at the moment…

"Three days," Israphel said. "…You're running out of time."

The shadowy man approached the light, where a young woman in a green dress was sitting, tied to a chair. His blood red eyes glowed in the dark, focusing on her. She glared at him, sapphire eyes gleaming in the only light in the dark around them.

"What do you have to say?" Israphel asked her.

What did she have to say? She didn't know. She tried to think, but… his face, his eyes, focusing right on her. It was unsettling her the more she tried to think. So, in order to make it easier on herself, she looked down, her hair falling in front of her, concealing her face. She tried to avoid all eye contact with…

Him.

"I…" she began, "I have nothing to say!"

Israphel frowned. "You shouldn't resist it, Daisy."

"Soon, the world will be better, and we won't have anything to worry about." Israphel smiled, something he rarely did. "Don't worry Daisy, I won't forget you! Your sacrifice won't be meaningless…"

He suddenly embraced her, much to her dismay, and softly spoke into her ear. "I'll make sure you're never forgotten."

Daisy's eyes widened in fear, and she tried to push him away. Her hands were tied together at the wrists, though, she couldn't. She just writhed around in disgust. Israphel had gotten her point, and smirked as he pulled away, stepping back.

Purely terrified, and trying to not let her fear show, she shouted at him in defiance. "Don't touch me!"

However, Israphel knew whenever someone was scared. It was a skill of his, which he used to his advantage whenever possible. "Are you afraid I'll do something to you?" He asked, his voice calmer than normal.

"N – No." Daisy stuttered, "I'm not afraid…"

"Why not?" Israphel asked. "A lot of people fear me, why are you an exception?"

Daisy thought about what she was going to say. She was, in fact, scared out of her mind. She was grateful that she could at least think straight.

"Because…" Daisy began, "I know that I'll be rescued! I know that those two adventurers – who I never learned the names of – back in Terrorvale are coming to get me! And… and they'll kill you! And if they don't kill you, then I'll…"

Israphel smirked again, "Then you'll what?"

"Then I'll kill you myself!" Daisy shouted in reply. Israphel's calm expression faltered for a moment, before he scowled again. "I highly doubt you're capable of that, being tied to a chair."

He was right, she was incapable of that. Doesn't mean she couldn't try, though. "I won't be tied to this chair forever, you know."

"You're right, you won't be tied to that chair forever." Israphel agreed, "However, if you even try to harm me in any way, the live sacrifice plan will go straight down the drain."

Israphel glared at Daisy. "I won't hesitate to kill you, and then sacrifice you."

And with that, he left her in the dark.

She was left with her thoughts. Please help me…