Author's notes: Hey everyone, sorry for the short chapter, but I'm kinda busy right now, and I'm nearing the end of what I planned out for this series. So, in other words, expect this story to be over in not too many chapters. Also, I'd love to hear what you guys think about what I've made so far.
The sun was setting, they were coming, all of them. Rythian was sitting on the edge of his castle roof, he had never seen so many since…the beginning.
The endermen filled the forest, more arrived every second. The strongest ones stood at the door, unmoving. Soon the last part would begin, thankfully endermen aren't capable of being impatient.
Unfortunately, Rythian was not. For the fifth time he asked himself, why? Why would he bother? He counted a hundred already, even that repulsive laboratory couldn't last under these numbers.
But there was a point to it. He needed to finish the ritual, then he could finish them. A small group had gone off to get it, at least they knew what they were looking for.
The voices were quiet. It was strange, somewhere in between the commanding yells and seductive whispers, there was a silence, a presence that refused to speak. It's really quite difficult to explain.
Rythian looked down at his hands, he wore gloves now, he needed to, it was better not to look at them. Rythian watched as the endermen took their positions, hiding behind trees, in the bushes, waiting.
Rythian knew someone was coming, something had to break, it had to. He closed his eyes a moment, then opened them. He stared into the distance, he could see Lalna, and he was crouched over a condenser, pulling materials out of it.
He had gotten back on his feet quickly, it had only been a few hours since he burned down his castle…right? Rythian looked up at the sky, closed his eyes and tried to recount how far it had moved.
Once, twice, thrice, four times, five times…he had been sitting on the roof of his castle for 2 days, that's plus the time since he burned the lab. How time flew. He looked back at Lalna, he was moving quickly, and he had already made a house for himself.
Rythian looked sadly on, he had been sitting there for another day. He would have sit there forever.
What was he waiting for? The endermen? They shouldn't have taken this long. No. Something else.
Rythian held his hands up to his face and let it sink into them. He was waiting for her. He was dreading the moment she would arrive.
He shouldn't think about it like that, she was an obstacle. But he hadn't lied. Through all the pain, the dark thoughts, the murder, the butchery, he still missed her, he still needed her, he…
He would have to put those emotions aside, at least until after he had done the deed. Rythian wondered if he would cry when he killed her.
Rythian looked out into the horizon, she was out there somewhere, and she was safer there. A single tear dropped down Rythian's face. "Stay there Zoey…be safe"
Rythian looked down at his hands again, his scaly gloves writhed a little as he breathed. Enderman skin, well of course it was, it wasn't exactly in short supply.
It was better not to look at his hands, but he had to. Rythian moved his shaking right hand to his other, and slowly peeled the scaly glove off his hand.
His hand was purple and raw, black blood oozed from it, it writhed disgustingly. It was only then that Rythian realised he had peeled the skin off his hand.
Rythian simply stared, his arm shaking as the pain started registering. But Rythian stared on, desperately trying to deny what was happening to him.