The Priest's Dagger

by Enderdeath731

In the world of Mianite, Declan is just 'the priest.' No ever considers that maybe he needs a friend. Someone who can laugh at his jokes. Someone who can help him find the fastest horse in all the land. Someone who can talk him out of using the dagger under his bed... Rated 'T' for depression. Fourth in the Mianite collection.

5. Comin' Home

Hey ya'll, it's Enderdeath. I hope you're having a great day but I don't know if I'll make it any better with this new chapter... so yeah. This chapter has 1,180 words. NOTE: I do not own Mianite, any YouTubers mentioned, Minecraft, and really, I don't own anything except the idea. ALSO: I am not claiming the real Declan actually deals with this sort of thing, nor do I; this is purely fantasy.

Chapter 5

"Dec? Declan? Are you in here?" The sound of sifting netherrack and someone's voice stirred Dec from his fever-induced sleep. He blinked open his eyes blearily, seeing the piled up netherrack gravel around the entrance crumble as someone cleared it aside.

User's head poked though the netherrack, and he went through a phase of several expressions when he saw Dec; relief, confusion, and horror.

"Declan!" User cried, voice high-pitched with shock.

"What do you want?" Dec asked, voice raspy. He swallowed several times and started coughing, painfully aware of how weak he sounded. User scrambled over the pile of netherrack grit and rushed over to Dec, falling into a crouch as he reached the ill priest's side. Dec pulled his blanket closer around right arm, hoping to hide the scars as User placed his hand on Dec's forehead, checking for a fever. Dec then tried to squirm away from User, but the wizard glared at him and gently placed his other hand on Dec's left shoulder to hold him still.

"Get off of me," Dec protested weakly. He started coughing again, but this time, he couldn't stop. User sat back, worry clear in his eyes as Dec kept coughing, feeling incredibly as he hacked up his lungs.

"Dec, you haven't eaten in days," User started, looking critically at Dec's bony form. Dec mumbled that he didn't bring any food and shifted his arm, wincing at the pain that shot through it. User frowned and rolled Dec onto his back, ignoring his protests as the red marks on his arm were revealed.

"Declan!" User cried out in shock when he saw Dec's scars, still encrusted with dried blood. "What have you done?"

"Leave me alone!" Dec screamed, his eyes blurring with tears as he jerked his arm away. "Why should you care? No one else does!"

"I'm not everyone else!" User choked, desperation very apparent in his words. Dec closed his eyes, every now and then feeling tears trickle down his cheeks.

"Please just go away," Dec whimpered. "I just want to die."

"I just want you to live," User countered. "Let me help you."

Dec shook his head. "There's nothing left for me to live for. Even if I did come back to the Overworld, it would never be the same."

"Why?" User asked curiously.

Dec took a deep breath. "I'm a demigod."

"So?" User persisted.

"Dianite is my father."

Dec expected User to flinch back in disgust, or perhaps to shove Dec away.

Dec did not expect User to lean down and hug him.

"It doesn't matter to me who your father is," User whispered. "True, I'm scared of Dianite and Furia, but you are nothing like either of them." User hugged Dec a little tighter and Dec closed his eyes again, relieved that User still cared about him.

User leaned back and his mood suddenly turned serious. "Dec, when I bring you back to mine and Twisted's house to care for you, can I trust you not to use your dagger again?"

Dec avoided User's gaze, rubbing his cuts.

"Please, Dec. I don't want you to hurt yourself again," User pleaded.

"Get the mahogany box out of my rucksack," Dec murmured, keeping his gaze trained on the floor. "Give it to me." User did as Dec asked. Dec took the box, releasing the catch under its lid.

User gasped as Dec opened the box, taking out his bloodstained dagger. The obsidian hilt was as dark as the void and the diamond blade shone faintly in the dull red light of the Nether. The dried blood encrusting the edges was a sickening contrast to the crystal diamond.

"My stepfather gave this to me when I was fifteen," Dec's eyes traveled up and down the length of the blade. "He hated me. He told me to die. Then he threw this at me. It's been six years now. It's only been two weeks since I started using it."

Dec put the dagger back in the box and closed the lid. He sighed, tears starting to trickle down from the corner of his eyes again. Dec turned away from User, facing the opposite wall of the cave as he cried.

Dec felt User start to rub his back, singing softly as well.

"Drowning, sinking

Lost forever

Alone, in pain

Believing never

Xx

End it all

Under the water

As you sink

Your heart does shatter

Xx

Thought alone

No one cared

Even with friends

Your pain never shared

Xx

Drowning, sinking

Lost forever

Alone, in pain

Believing never"

User lingered on the last note and Dec half-smiled, chills still running down his arms and back from the eeriness of the song.

"Where did you hear that song?" Dec asked quietly.

"Nowhere. I literally just made it up," User laughed. "I do that sometimes, where words will just come to mind and I'll throw a tune on them."

Dec was silent for a few minutes, mulling over his thoughts. He was aware User hadn't moved, and was also thinking. "Did you really mean what you said earlier?" Dec asked hesitantly. "About – about taking me back to the Overworld and taking care of me while I heal?"

"Of course I did," User sounded surprised. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Well, there are several reasons no one would want me around," Dec began, still facing the wall.

"And you are not going to tell me any of those reasons either because they're not true or I don't care about them," User said firmly. "I'm not going to let you beat yourself up, Dec. You're gonna come back with me and get better."

Dec snorted, rolling over to face User. "That'd be nice, wouldn't it? Except there's no way that I can walk when I'm likely to fall unconscious at any given moment, you can't teleport to the Overworld from the Nether, and the portal's too far away for you to carry me. There's no chance that I'll be going back to the Overworld anytime soon."

"We'll find a way," User said determinedly. "If I have to teleport you bit by bit back to the Nether portal then I'll do it."

"You know as well as I do that it's dangerous to teleport someone who is wounded," Dec rolled his eyes. "I don't really want to lose any of my limbs or worse, have them attached to my head."

User gritted his teeth. "Can you suggest any other way we can get you back to the Nether portal?"

Dec opened his mouth to reply that he didn't but a deep hissing sound filled the cavern, as well as the smell of dark, cold, places. Dec's eyes widened and he broke into a grin, staring out into the open Nether. User turned around and yelped at what he saw.

Three black faces filled the entrance, white eyes glowing in the murky light. Its mouths twisted into a smile when it saw Dec and it made a pleased hissing sound.

Katerinia smirked, her right head tilted to the side. "Sounds like you could use my help, humans."

Yay! Kat shows up to help! But how could User and Kat have known exactly where Dec was?

Random Observation: That moment when you realize Dec is cousins with an immortal goddess... (Khione, daughter of Ianite)

RusYRP: Dianite Vader. But they have found Dec, and he will be comin' home! *sings* I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home, tell the world I'm comin' home...

TheAmazingQwerty: *cries with and floods the earth*

ironhideandratchet4ever: TEAM DIANITE FOR THE WIN!

MyBrokenHeart: That just happened!

Ianitethecookie: #funny!

DiamondScribe: Nononononono! Don't quit! At least, not yet...