Silent Lovers Ch. 9

The smell of crisp flesh and humidity wafted through the dank, red world. Fires eternally blazing ruthlessly on various patches on the ground.

I had just entered the Nether. It was everything I had expected, and worse.

Caught in examining the place, Herobrine walked towards the fortress, not turning back to me, and lifted his left hand.
An exact square of nether brick was outlined with a shining silver border and as quickly as it came, it left. It literally just disappeared in front of my eyes.

"Come inside, we can discuss our matters in there." Herobrine turned to me and beckoned towards the distinct, square entrance.

Again with the fucking hospitality act, huh? What else does he have up in that metaphorical sleeve of his, I thought. I glared at him again before entering the fortress.

The inside imitated a normal, cozy home. Quaint chair's with floral designs and pictures hung aimlessly, random pieces of art and knick-knacks lined the hallways. While furniture seemed normal, though a bit old-fashioned, everything else accurately represented the hellish world this place sat upon.
The walls were all nether brick and so the color was a deep red like a rotting tomato or even charred meat from being too long in an oven. Random pits of fire were found anywhere you would find an old trinket, which was in every room. In place of windows, bars of steel meant to entrap someone were there.

"I would offer you tea, but I assume you would take that as a passive-agressive jab at you, hm?" Herobrine said, answering his own question.

We sat in a room with two chairs and a fireplace. The atmosphere was serious and the lighting set the mood for quite the argument.

"So why did you do it, they didn't deserve to die." I said quietly, not caring if he heard me or not. At this point me repeating the question yet again would be like beating a dead horse. Though that thought was utterly disgusting.

"There were three paedophiles, seven murderers, domestic violence ran rampant throughout the whole town. More suicides this year than in all of the town's history." Herobrine said this all with the same bored look he's had since we entered the Nether.
"Jacob was known to have spontaneous violent outbursts, three women he's dated before needed medical attention after he threw a tantrum. One is blind in an eye, Jacob stabbed her with a broken alcohol bottle one night...Tell me, Camille, tell me they didn't deserve it."

He was looking at me straight in the eye, holding his gaze with an aura of dominance and knowledge. He knew that would make me question my beliefs. I knew it questioned mine.

"How do you know all of this?" I swallowed hard. I didn't want to break under his gaze.

"It comes with the whole omnipotent thing, omniscience rightfully going hand in hand with it. Do you honestly think I'm a normal person, Camille?" He said this all with a smirk on his face, how annoying.


I could tell my casual way of talking eased her a bit. One of her eyebrows arched in annoyance before talking again.

"No, of course you're not a normal person, Herobrine," Oh how I love they way my name rolls off her tongue, "we all know normal people don't commit mass murder but keep one person alive to be their little play mate." She said it all in a fake, high pitched voice. Apparently she thought she could talk to me like a child.

"To top it all off, you had to take me on a trip to Hell just to talk in front of a fireplace. Gotta make sure we're nice and cozy here, aren't ya?" Camille made hand gestures toward the fireplace with a face that screamed, So how about you answer my questions before I bash my head in with my shoe?

"Oh the sarcasm dripping from your tongue is sooo comforting. Maybe I should have prepared some cookies, huh? Bring out the nice china for you..." We glared at each other like it was some kind of competition.

"Fuck you, answer my questions before I do take out my blade and gut ya." I could see her arm bending to her back, reaching for that blade.

"Now, now, no need for vulgar language. To answer your first question I killed them because I wanted to protect you, Camille."


"Protect me? From what, if anything I need to be protected from a creep like you..." I mumbled. I guess I can't expect answers from him that would make sense. That would be all too easy.

"I've said it before, that town was filled with people who are just like me. They've committed sins that benefited only themselves. They're all just selfish monsters, just like me." Herobrine emphasized the last three words by adding a slight stop after each one.

"Then what about the innocent ones? You couldn't have spared them, or shown any kind of mercy?"

"And what will spare them from witnessing the death of their loved ones? Who will they beg for mercy then, have you ever thought of that, Camille? I thought someone like you, who's been through something like this as well-"

"Shut the fuck up! You shut your mouth right now!" My rage bubbled and spilled into my voice. How could that bastard casually start talking about something that didn't involve him?

"This isn't about me, you piece of shit, tell me now why you've followed me and what the goddamn fuck you want from me!" By now I was standing with my fists clenched and eyes cold like the tundra.

I couldn't take it any more, playing these games with this heartless monster. I waited patiently enough, it's his turn to give me my answers now.

"Tell. Me. Now."


Sorry for a short hiatus! Life decided to butt in like a jerk, as always...

Concerning the story, in my headcanon I've always thought of Herobrine being all mysterious and otherwordly when you first meet him. Of course he only does it for the sake of doing it; because he can.

When he eases up a little though, he turns out to be quite the talkative little shit he really is, often rambling on and on about a certain subject. Of course, being alive- dead?- for so long, you have to pick up a habit of always talking to yourself, if only for the comfort...

BTW: I also apologize for the amount of swearing in this one, Camille has the mouth of a one-eyed sailor who just dropped his lunch in the ocean...er, she will be known for her language is all I'm saying.