Lya's POV

Grayson fingered the lock of the forge gingerly and pressed his lips together. The blond jabbed his index finger into the keyhole and wiggled it. Then he pulled it free. After a moment of thinking, Grayson said, "Alright, Armen, it looks like we will need your dagger again."

Armen glanced at the little knife. The blade glinted from the torchlight, almost eerie to look at. His reflection was distorted on the silvery surface. Then he held it out, pommel out. "Right."

Grayson took the small weapon/key. Then he jammed the blade into the lock. After turning it a few times, the lock fell away with a click. "And now a regular keyhole."

Rose removed from her pockets a dainty key and relinquished it to Grayson. "Here."

Grayson accepted it with a grim smile and turned it inside the e door opened, revealing an archway. Grayson stepped forward and was instantly enveloped in a shimmering blue light. When it disappeared, it left Grayson standing up straighter and looking healthier (although a bit paler looking from the light). "Woah, that felt weird."

The rest of us walked through. A pleasant coolness ran through my body, and I felt a sense of happiness that I have not felt since...

"My head doesn't hurt anymore," Armen commented delightfully.

"Same," Drake agreed.

"I...actually feel a lot better." I brushed my fingers against my forehead, conscious of the fact that my head did not feel like it was on fire anymore. My chest did not hurt whilst breathing. Even the pain from the little cuts and scabs of previous adventures seemed to diminish.

"Now that you mention it, so do I." Rose stretched out, looking relaxed. We all were.

Then Grayson frowned in confusion. "What is happening?" At our strange looks, he continued, "As welcome as this is, I want to know why our headaches stopped."

Rose stood on a pressure plate, and the barrier lit up again. "Woah," I whispered. The answer was plain to us now. Whatever this magic was, it brought us a long-sought-after peace.

Rose then went to another door. This, too, was locked. She called out to Grayson, "Can I use the dagger for a sec?"

Surprised, he glanced down at the little thing. "Um, yeah, sure." He passed it to her. Rose, with a nod of thanks, went to the door. She unlocked it, and that gateway fell away, revealing a storage area of some sorts.

"Maybe they put all of the sword ingredients in here," Rose stated, eyeing the chests with hopeful scrutiny.

"Hah," I laughed in pleasure. "Convenient!"

We spent a few minutes poring over the various different things. Molds, strange, nameless metals, bottles of odd liquids, and other things. There was also what appeared to be an instruction manual.

Rose broke the awkward silence with a, "So, who's making the sword?"

Armen was quick to refuse. "I'm not doing it!"

"I'm not doing it either!" Drake backed away from the materials now lying out on the floor.

I looked at Grayson apprehensively! "Not it!"

Grayson glanced at Rose expectantly. "I guess I'm doing it, then."

Something about his acceptance stopped the words from coming out of Rose's mouth. The lips still hanging open, she suggested, "If you want, we can play rock, paper, scissors for it?"

Grayson shook his head, not submissively. "No, it's fine." Then he mumbled to himself, but I could still hear, "It feels right."

Rose shrugged, relieved. "Okay."

Grayson flexed his hands. "Well, I guess I should start making it, then."

Drake nodded. "Yeah, you should."

Grayson started glancing through the instructions, allowing every piece of information to sink in. I had no doubts that he could figure it out. He seemed like the kind of person who would be interested in how things worked.

Then he put down the book. He gathered up the materials in his arms and sauntered over to the furnaces. Grayson took the solid gold and put it inside the furnace with a set of tongs. The heat of the place started to make him sweat, but Grayson just wiped his brow and continued working. Occasionally, he would use tools to prod at the slowly melting metal. There was a wild fascination in his bright green eyes, a boyish delight.

It was kinda cute to watch.

"Do you guys think that this place is a safe haven?" Rose wondered aloud.

I was wrenched from my private thoughts so suddenly that I had to take a second before responding. "It very well could be." I looked around the Imperial Forge. Yeah, there was lava everywhere, but there was a calm air about the place. Definitely much more comforting than the threat posed by Him.

Armen was leaping over the puddles of lava with the dexterity of a cat. His boyish features under his helmet were lit up triumphantly. It was as though he thought that nothing could hurt him. I had a bad feeling about this.

Drake, like how a protective older brother would, admonished Armen, "Dude, be careful, please."

Grayson glanced up from the furnaces, raising his eyebrows in concern. "Yeah, please, dude. What good is making this weapon if you are not around to use it?"

Rose gave her boyfriend a look of disapproval. Armen stopped his parkour and shrugged. However, before he could retort, there was a crack of thunder outside. The floor quaked. I clutched tightly at the wall. Turning my head slowly, I peered up the stairs at the night sky. It flashed with blanched color. Lightning.

"This isn't good," Rose murmured, her skin losing color.

Grayson grimaced and removed something from the furnace with heat protection mitts. "On the bright side, I made some kind of mold, probably for the first piece."

The thunder and lightning continued their song rapidly. I subconsciously started to tune it out, against my better judgement.

Drake whispered, "He's trying to get in, but he can't."

I started to grin at that before Rose countered with a deep frown, "I wouldn't be so sure, Hero usually finds a way to get into things like this."

Grayson tensed in front of the furnace. His forehead creased from stress. "I'll try and hurry up."

I wanted to advise him that rushing the weaponry would probably mess up the forging process, but Rose, eyes still on Armen, then asked, "What pieces do you have so far?"

Grayson removed a golden colored object from the mold he created not a few minutes ago. It tumbled to the ground. He reflexively tried to catch it, but instead of burning his fingers, the blade was cool to Grayson's touch apparently; he did not flinch from the heat of it.

He held it up. "I just finished the first piece."

Rose stopped giving Armen that look and clapped her hands together in elation. "All you have to do now is put it together!"

Grayson stared at blade. Dull. Goldish. Covered in gunk. He bathed it in a bucket of water. Steam mixed with the ashen smoke in the air, and I took to breathing through my shirt. My eyes stung. Nevertheless, I watched as he, cradling the pieces of the sword like he would a baby, carried the unforged weapon to the anvil. From there he created a handle of ailanthus wood, a tree associated with the heavens, despite its foul smell.

Grayson blinked his eyes shut, envisioning what he wanted the blade to be. When his eyes opened, I thought that I saw a glint of gold in his emerald irises. Whatever it was that I saw must have been imagined, because once I got a proper look, Grayson's eyes had returned to green. He was carrying a heavy duty hammer. He brought it down, and there was a clash of metal on metal. Clang.

Grayson hesitated, breathing heavily. Then he beat down again on the rough blade. Clang. Sparks flew in his space and through the air. Clang. The hammer came back up as quickly as it had came down. Clang. Clang. Grayson was more into it now. Clang. He seemed powerful, what with his forehead drenched in sweat and his mouth set in a serious line.

Clang. Then he stopped and held up the blade. He inserted the tang into the hammer, and there was a soft glow as the two pieces united. A pommel and a guard of amber-colored gold materialized on the weapon. The blade glinted amethyst from an unknown magic. The sword was beautiful. That was the only word for it.

I gazed at it mystified. Its perfectness was beyond compare. Grayson held it up to the light. "Guys..."

Armen's mouth contracted into a little 'o' shape. "Wow."

In equal stunned disbelief, Drake murmured, "Is that it?"

To my surprise, Grayson shook his head. "Not quite. It still needs to be enchanted with witch's blood." He then picked up a dainty bottle of crystal filled with a scarlet liquid. Personally, I believed the weapon to be dangerous already, but I wasn't the one who studied the manual. Grayson was. By default, he was the expert. No exceptions.

The gold was drenched in the blood. Then the substance stained the gemstones and infused itself into the blade. The amethyst turned from it's light purple into a scarlet purple, almost like blood itself. The gold gleamed majestically, as if meant for a powerful ruler, a rightful king.

Grayson glanced at it, then turned the blade around in his hand. "Armen, take it." He offered it pommel first to the young brunette. Armen stared at it reluctantly. "Take it!"

Armen accepted the weapon. His gloved fingers encircled the handle tightly. Then Armen grinned in renewed determination. "Wow, this feels so weird. Strange feeling everywhere!"

That was not been the reaction that I would have had. Then again, he seemed to be the carefree type. Even though I merely knew him for a couple of days at most, it felt like forever. In fact, it seemed that way towards all of them. Happy Armen. Quiet Drake. Protective Rose. Adorable Grayson...

Then the ground rocked from explosions outside. Lightning, no doubt, but it felt so unnatural. It perturbed us all. We stumbled where we stood. The feeling of comfort was gone.

Wincing, I said, "I don't think He's very happy."

Rose facepalmed, her face contorting in pain and annoyance. "You think?"

Drake rocked unsteadily. "We should get out of here."

We all turned to face the barrier that glistened innocently, however also in mockery. I had barely made the first step towards the exit when my head exploded with pain. I cried out in agony. My temple felt like it was on fire. So used to the peace I had become that once the pain returned, I was ill prepared.

Drake was caressing his own brow, his eyes watering from pain. "You've GOT to be kidding me."

"Why?" Armen griped loudly. My ears rung, not appreciating the sound of human voices.

"Bbblllaaarrrggghhh!" Rose retched. Blood splattered the stones, swirling between the crevices in the bricks like rivers of red.

Then there was a worse sound, the sound of something being singed. I turned towards one of the ledges. Grayson stood there alone, pale, with his arm outstretched. His hand was open wide. His face was scrunched up. I glanced at Grayson's fingers. They were twitching something, but they wouldn't move. Then suddenly they clasped together into a desperate fist. Grayson wobbled.

Grayson peered over the bars, horror registering on his face. Then, in a quiet and somber voice, he announced, "I dropped the book."

Rose glared at him as though it was all his fault and smacked her forehead. "Great. Just great."

Grayson flinched away guiltily. "I didn't do it on purpose. It was like..." The answer dawned on him. "My hand. It was possessed."

Rose stopped scrutinizing him and scratched her nose. "Hero must have possessed you without you knowing, then."

Drake glanced around, probably fearing that he would see Him somewhere about. "We should seriously get out of here, because the door seal isn't protecting us anymore."

Without hesitation, Armen stated, "I agree." It came out almost like a squeak, but he was still putting on a brave act.

I stared off towards the pit that devoured the book. "Yeah. Where to?"

Thoughtfully, Rose replied, "We should go through the other gate."

Somberly, we left the Iron Forge. It felt nice going through the barrier again, but the sensation barely lasted before the aches returned. A feeling of dread hung in the air, threatening to choke us all. I gnawed on the inside of my lip until I tasted blood. Great, one more pain to bug the living daylights out of me.

I squeezed the handle of my sword, admiring once again the fit of the handle in my handle. It was almost like it was made for me. Thinking about the saphire sword sort of relaxed me, but a lump still rose in my throat. I tried my best to ignore it.

We continued to stay in silence, just letting the sinister feeling pull us further down the path. Closer to our destinies. Closer to Him. Closer to death.

There was a hole in the road.

"What's down there?" Armen asked curiously, squinting in the darkness and into the hollow.

"It's a sewer." Rose wrinkled her nose slightly, but I didn't think that it was because of the smell.

Drake tapped his foot. "Should we go down there?"

After a moment's hesitation, Grayson was the one who answered. "I don't see why not." But that was a lie. I could see it in his eyes. There were about one hundred reasons why we shouldn't poke our noses into something that wasn't our business. However, the logical thing to do wasn't always the right thing to do. I bit my tongue.

One by one, we jumped into the hole and landed into the water. It quickly grew from warm into cold when Armen's armor made first contact and turned parts of it into ice. I shivered and clambered aboard the slippery mass. However, my leather armor was already sodden, and chances were that it would have to get even more wet.

Drake swam over to a door. "Hey guys, look in here."

I strained my neck so that I didn't have to get back into the water. The sight I was met with was revolting. "Ah, great. Blood."

"The blood makes it smell in here," Armen complained, attempting to pinch his nose by shoving his hand underneath his helmet.

"I agree with you on that one." Drake gagged a little.

Drake and the others backed away from the cultist's ledge, wanting nothing to do with any of it. Suddenly, the water seemed rather pleasing.

Grayson swam towards an iron grate. "All in favor in keep going?" he muttered, swimming underneath. Moments later, his blond head poked back out from under the water.

Rose followed suite, her light brown hair fanning out in the water. "Hero's base is near."

"Oh. Great." I plugged my nose and swam under, coming up for air as soon as I could. I could hear some splashing behind me and assumed that Drake and Armen were following (though how Armen managed to get through whilst wearing his amazing armor I never knew).

It was a whole lot hotter on the other side. In fact, I started sweating. Beads of it pricked at my forehead, and it was the same for the rest of my comrades. That's how I knew we were close.

To the mouth of hell it is.

We went to the end of the hall where there was a light. Bubbling lava spewed here and there and everywhere. Again. What was it with Ironmyre and lava? It should have been called Lavamyre at this rate, because there wasn't that much iron around.

"We're here," Rose said, sounding like a small child.

"There is a lot of lava here," Armen commented sullenly, gripping the Fiery Sword.

However, Grayson's attention was not on the magma threatening to burn us all alive. "Are those, diamonds?"

Armen nodded excitedly, fear peaking. "The-"

Thankfully, Drake cut him off with a hiss. "Don't. Say. The. Full. Name."

Rose started jumping on top of the ashen pillars, almost with avid fascination. I tried my hardest to forget that there was lava all around me.

"Are you sure this is safe?" I wondered aloud, but of course I did it anyway.

"Probably isn't," Grayson answered with a dry smile, following my lead.

We carefully parkoured until we were safely down. Armen and Drake, who were still bantering up top, noticed that we were now on the ground. They shared a flustered look.

"Hey, wait up!" Armen called, probably growing pink, though arguably that was from the heat. He started leaping down, however being much too quick about it.

"I have a bad feeling about this." Grayson snorted for whatever reason. I gave him a look as Drake, too, jumped from pillar to pillar. Eventually, we were all reunited on the surface.

"There are skulls everywhere." Just as Grayson said that, arrows started firing from all directions. One moment, all was calmish, the next, there were arrows embedded in the ground inches from my feet. I stumbled backwards as another wave threatened to lop my head off.

"Where are they coming from?" I wondered. Then I saw him, leering as he always did, holding the bow menacingly.

"Everyone get behind me now!" Rose ordered regally. She created a light shield in front of her. We could see through it, though it wasn't like looking through a window. It was...something else.

I grumbled, "Why won't He leave us alone?" even though that was an incredibly stupid question. This was Herobrine, the same man who united warring tribes and used his new army in his conquest of Minecraftia, the same man who was responsible for all this bloodshed, the same man who...

I stopped myself. I can't afford any weakness, not now that I have friends that I had to help look after.

In desperation, Rose called out, "Hero, you need to stop or else."

Herobrine said nothing.

To no one in particular, Grayson muttered, "See if you can get to the diamonds." He pointed a wavering finger towards the three orbs. They sparkled in the surrounding light emitted by the lava.

Rose nodded with renewed determination. "I will try best to block His attacks." The shield rippled.

Armen clapped his hands together. "Okay, let's get those diamonds." He broke off in a sprint, weaving in and out of the arrows' paths with dexterity. Herobrine was solely focusing on Rose, the one he perceived to be the biggest threat.

The rest of us made it to the platform. I stood with my back to the gems, feeling a slight tingling pulse coming from them. I looked down hopelessly at Rose, who was now flying around magically dueling with Herobrine. "What do we do? We can't hit Him except with Armen's sword!"

The boy looked down unsurely at the enchanted blade. The power he wielded was inconceivable. Clearly, Armen was reluctant in possessing such might. His eyes glittered with unshed tears. The pressure was getting to him.

I turned away, unsure of how I could possibly help. I was in time to see Rose laying a hit on the immortal fiend. He stumbled in the air, a clear wince on His face. And pure rage.

"He's weakened! How much more of your power can you use on Him?" I asked her, voice faltering at how pale she looked in the firelight and at the shadows under her eyes.

"Not much," she answered gravely in a falter. "After a period of time of using my powers, they weaken." Rose shot another beam of intense light towards the demon, forcing Him back towards us and the Fiery Sword. Armen braced himself, but still looked uncertain.

Herobrine roared with pain, but there was little He could do. At least until Rose collapsed just in front of the ledge clutching her head, clearly in agony.

Armen started breathing heavily. His body tensed in anger, and his mouth curled in a snarl. He growled in a low, threatening tone, "I've had enough of this." He ripped off his helmet and flung it at Grayson, who managed to catch it. Armen flashed us all an almost apologetic look. Then, in a wave of fury, Armen ran forward, swinging his sword at Him.

The blade made contact with Herobrine.

Herobrine froze.

Both of them toppled into the lava.

Drake let out a grief-stricken cry and staggered towards the ledge. Rose woke from her trance at this and put two and two together. "ARMEN!" She, too, ran for the ledge, but it was too late. Armen was gone.

Gone.

"No!" Grayson stared forward in disbelief, all sorts of emotions flashing in his eyes. Only I stayed put. I didn't know Armen that well.

That didn't mean that it didn't hurt.

Drake broke down in sobs, shivering uncontrollably. I found myself putting a hand on his filthy shoulder. "Drake they're both gone."

He sniffled. Rose cried even more. "They can't be gone, THEY JUST CAN'T!" She refused to let any of us touch her. Her hand reached up around her neck, and briefly I wondered if she was going to strangle herself. Then Rose unclasped the necklace and tossed it at my feet. I picked it up.

Drake stared at her in horror. "I'm sorry, but they are." There was a silent plea in his discolored eyes.

Grayson wobbled, slowly sheathing his blade behind his back, looking so hurt, so broken. "Why did he do that?" he whispered, haunted.

"I don't know." Drake stared down into the fiery mouth. "Let's get out of here."

Then Rose stumbled towards the ledge. Ignoring our protests, she fell forward, arms flailing wildly. I made my own frantic dash forward, watching as her body disappeared into the fiery depths.

She, too, was gone.

My insides hollowed. No no no no no no no. "Rose!" I yelled, as if the power of my own voice could save here. My fingers tightened around the amulet.

"What the hell?" Drake wavered, looking like he was going to be sick. Was he too going to topple off of the edge? Or Grayson? I don't know what I'd do if he...

I shook my head, refusing to entertain the thought. I can't lose him.

"She did not just do that..." Grayson whispered feebly. "Did she?"

I nodded numbly. Gone.

"I guess she would rather be with lover than with friends," Drake spat, his exterior starting to harden. However, there was no point in that. Grayson and I both knew that their joint suicides shook him more than it did with us.

"It's a tragic love story. Let's..." Grayson broke off and reached for his nose. "Let's get away from the ledge and try to find a way out."

Drake squeezed his eyes shut. "Yeah, good idea." Grayson and I had to work together to drag him away. He stared absentmindedly.

"Do we take the diamonds with us?" I asked. A part of me screamed YES!

"Well, He's gone, so they're useless now." Drake placed a hand on them doubtfully. "Useless..."

Gone.

Grayson was fighting to keep it together, and he was doing a hell of a better job than any of us. He leapt down, careful to miss the lava. "Over here, I think there's a way out."

We followed him solemnly. Gone. Gone. Gone. They're both gone.

"Hey look!" Drake pointed upward, his eyes dull. "That's the same light from the forge."

It was the barrier. It shimmered remarkably. Was it just hours ago that five friends were laughing together and berating Armen for jumping around lava?

Jumping around lava.

I reached forward, my fingertips brushing across the coolness. They stopped aching. "But why, though?" It's amazing that they put up with all of my questions. "Did we trigger anything going through?"

"I don't think so." I ended up agreeing with Drake.

We swam up a waterfall. Sunlight shone, oblivious to the tragedy that befell us. I shielded my eyes.

"If Armen was here, he'd just walk up the water," Drake said with a hollow voice. He didn't even pay attention to us or our surroundings. I felt bad for the guy, I did, but I couldn't find the words to comfort him.

"It's beautiful out," Grayson commented fondly.

"Yep, never going to get used to sunlight." No one laughed at my joke. I didn't either.

"You will someday." Grayson took my hand. "Trust me."

"Rose was right." We looked at Drake, who was wearing a small smile. "You are good for each other."

I let go of him, blushing.

Grayson, too turning pink, backed away from me. "Shut up, we're just friends." He hastily changed the subject. "Let's set up camp."

Quick, think of something to do. I found myself putting the necklace around my neck. "Hey, you don't mind if I keep this, do you?"

Grayson was busy searching for a spot. Drake, however, answered in his hollow sort of way, "I don't mind."

"Is this a good spot?" Grayson then asked, pointing at the edge of the woods.

Before, I would have said no (what if there were wolves?). However, after seeing almost every horror of the world, I think that I could take on a wolf any day.

"Yeah."

Then, sorrowfully, we walked to the edge of the woods.

Armen's pov

I was floating in the lava on top of Herobrine with the sword in His chest.

"That was not very nice, you know, but I understand why you did it," He said, with smile.

"Of course you do, you sick son of a bitch, but I don't regret it. My friends deserve to live more than you do," I said, with anger.

"Oh, so you don't know," He said.

"Don't know what?" I said confused.

"She didn't tell you? Rose kissed me," He said, with a smirk on His smug face.

"What?" I said, trying to stay calm.

"Oh yes, she did. I didn't even have to ask her. She just came up to me and kissed me," He said smirking.

"Why would she do that?" I asked.

"I don't know. Why don't you ask HER?" He said.

"What?" I said, starting to get confused again.

"It was back that the library. You and your 'friends' we're off looking at this dumb book or something like that, and she...just went up the stairs." He said.

"So before she came downstairs and you disappeared, she kissed you," I said, trying to collect all the information.

"Yes, that is correct. And, oh, how I enjoyed every minute of it. In fact, I think that Rose felt the same way," He said smirking.

"Will you shut up," I said pissed off, my hands turned into fists, He laughs.

"Why? Do you think that you can hurt me? Don't you remember? I have far more experience that you do? You can't hurt me," He said.

"Do you ever shut up, by the way she was my lover first," I said.

"That may be true, but it's the first to fall. In the end, you can't keep her," He said smirking.

"And you won't either," I said.

"Perhaps. Which means she'll have to make a choice. I'll just see to it that there are no other options," He said.

"In the end she will choose me, so don't waste your breathe," I said.

"She can't choose you if you're already dead. Face it, kid. The only reason why you're breathing right now is because of me. You should be thanking me," He said.

"The fiery sword was suppose to kill you," I said, looking at sword in His chest to see nothing was happening.

"Well, it didn't work on me, boy," He said smirking, pulling the sword out of His chest and throw it away.

"But how?" I asked really confused.

"Some secrets...are just best kept secret. Later," He said, disappearing then, I see Rose falling in the lava.

"Rose, what did you do to her?" I asked yelling that Herobrine.

"What, don't think that I can't control more than one body at once? Please. Boy, you have a lot to learn," He said.

I swim to Rose, as she falls in my arms bride style.

"Are you going to let her die in lava?!" I yell at Him.

"Nah, of course not. Do you think that I would do that to her? To you, maybe, but still," He said, as I give Him a death stare.

"What's the matter? Demon got your tongue?" He asked grinning.

"By the way, what did you mean by your programming?" I asked Him.

"Aw, you think that I am going to tell you?" He said, as I felt movement in my arms and I looked down to see Rose waking up.

"Armen. Hero," she said looking at me then, Herobrine.

"Your awake," I said giving her a soft smile.

"See, she's fine," He said.

"I thought you guys were dead?" She said.

"Eh. I live. I die. I am reborn again," He said.

"I'm glad your okay Armen," Rose said, as she gave me a kiss on the lips and hugged me at the time.

"Yeah yeah, he's fine for now," He said calmly.

"What do you mean by for now?" Rose asked Him, with confusion.

"Sweetheart, the only thing keeping your 'boyfriend' alive is me. If I lose my strength, or I get bored with him, I'll have to let him go," He said, calmly with a smile.

"What?" Rose starts to cry.

"No, my dream/nightmare came true," she said, crying in her hands.

"Well, that's life," He said.

"It's all your fault Armen is like this. I hate you Hero, I hate you!" Rose said yelling at Him, as she starts to cry harder.

I just stay quiet and hug Rose tightly.

"Ah, suck it up. You know you love me," He said.

"Armen is my last family member and you kill him!" Rose yells back.

"But you forgot your own brother? Collin," He said.

"You took control of him and his will away from him, also you took his humanity away, so in their words you killed him from the inside out," Rose said.

"But I didn't destroy him completely," He said smiling.

"WHAT!?" Rose and me shouted at the same time shocked.

"I shouldn't say. Wouldn't want to ruin the surprise," He said still smiling.

"Rose, who do you love Herobrine or me?" I asked her.

"You know what, for once I agree with the kid. Who do you love?" He asked also.

"What will happen if I choose both of you or one of you?" Rose asked.

"You can't!" He yelled.

"I...choose...Armen..." Rose said slowly.

"Fine. So be it." He said coldly.

"Armen didn't kill my family like you did," Rose said, as He says nothing.

"Why did you kill our parents? They did nothing to you," Rose asked.

"They got in the way of my plan for you both," He said.

"Cold hearted bastard, who doesn't care about anyone but yourself," I said angrily.

"Perhaps," He said smiling evilly, as Rose let's go of me.

"I change my mind on who I love," Rose said.

"What?" I said confused.

"Oh, really," He said smugly.

"During the ceremony with both of you, when mother, father and you Hero, did the chant, it bonded us together, so I can't pick just one of you, your both my lovers so I have to choose you both," Rose said.

"WHAT?!" Both me and Herobrine yelled.

"Mother told me about the chant and what it did, so I love you both the same," She said, a with soft smile.

"Oh, great," He said sarcastically, Rose hits Him with a light arrow to the head and He growls at her.

"Well, you deserved it," I said laughing.

"Oh. Just you wait," He said.

"Wait for what, old man," I said, still laughing and Rose gives me a high five and laughs as well, as He mutters something.

"I heard that," Rose said.

"She also defeated you in front of us," I said smirking, as He stays silent.

"Did a demon catch your tongue." I said still smirking.

"Hero's speechless," Rose said laughing, He stays silent.

"Hero, they're just playing with you," Rose said, going to Him and kisses Him on the lips.

"Better?" She asked, separating from the kiss.

"Maybe," He said.

Rose gives Him a soft smile then, kisses Him again and He kisses her back.