The sight was bright. Orange flames danced wildly over rooftops, covering the wooden structures with ease and hunger. A few screams rang out, figures weaved between the swaying flames, the hungry blaze touched their clothing with small licks. The remaining people scrambled in the night, their faces twisted in panic and horror.

"NO!"

A voice rang out, hands pushing back at an arm that was pinning a figure to the ground. The figure cried, shouting as he thrashed at their assaulter.

"Get off me! please!" Panic in the older man's voice rose, a voice crack and sob. "Let me go!" The hands continued to push and shove, gripping at the arm that held him down. Blood slid between the man's fingers and the other's arm, making it nearly impossible to get a proper grip. A dark chuckle escaped the assaulters throat, a solid smirk rested on his face as he watched the being writhe below him. His hand was firmly placed on the strangers head, pushing it down and to the side into the dirt. His other hand placed firmly on the beings chest, neither of the gods hands budged as he was begged, yanked, and pushed at desperately.

"How's it feel to be tossed around like some toy? To be used for another's enjoyment." White eyes glared down at the human, searching what little of the other's face he could see. "How do those meds you've been forcing down your people's throats taste? Good yeah? Delicious I'd say. Control is delectable."

The god's dark voice purred out, ignoring the slipping hands that clawed at his arms and face. His flaming eyes trailed power, he wanted to see the other cower. He wanted to see the other writhe. Nothing he could give out was nearly as close to what this wretched human deserved.

"No matter. I'll free the miniscule amount of humans remaining from your pathetic excuse of leadership."

The iron grip on the human's head lit to flames, causing a shout of fear, then pain as hands thrashed and legs kicked in harder desperation. Words were indescribable as screams of agony and fear raced across the gravel road, causing the remaining beings to scatter and stay clear of the scene.

Herobrine grinned once more, his nerves tingling in adrenaline as his hand clenched hard on the human's skull, letting the shouts of pain and death die off slowly. Second by second he watched in elation as the struggles of the weak human began to slow, arms slowing down and legs barely moving. "Shall I let you live or?..." The god pulled his flaming hand back, the hot light flickered out. He gazed down at the festering skin below. The human deserved this. He scoffed, standing up to continue to look down. "I suppose your own body decided sooner than expected." He licked his teeth, no soul remained in the being below. "What a disappointment." The God stated, his hand wiped some earlier blood from his chin, however it only smeared it with more. His hand was already coated.

The gods head swiveled around, his gaze searching for another soul, however he had taken too long to dispose of the leader, most of the residents had already fled out of town. "This might pose for a good hunt then." He hummed, now looking for something different. It wasn't long before his seemingly calmed gaze landed on a glowing hilt of a sword, its diamond surface glistened with enchantments and blood. The lower half of the sword held a human, pierced to the ground and unmoving.

"Ah." Darkened boots waltzed over to the body, his hand gripped the blade's hilt and a boot stepped on the human's torso. The blade slid out easily, he swung the sword fast, spraying blood over the gravel. He hummed, inspecting the blade for a moment, a small chip would have to be fixed up later. The flames from moments ago were dying down as the god breathed in the scent of ash and blood, the copper taste was good, revenge tasted good. White eyes closed for a moment.

Herobrine's sword began to pixelate, his hand releasing the disappearing sword to let it drop to the ground, it burst into black pixels, scattering up into the air. The breeze picked up, causing his brown hair to sway. His smirk was fading, the adrenaline of the hunt dying down fast. He no longer felt like giving chase to the survivors surprisingly.

'Let them run. The news will only cause more fear.' The god hummed in satisfaction, he rolled his neck, feeling a bit stiff from his tense muscles. He needed to relax a bit. Their fear was delectable, it was exciting and thrilling- however, he was pushing his luck. remaining in one place for an extended period of time with his power meant trouble. The aether was always watching, always treading on his path, and always getting in his way. He was like a walking, breathing beacon to the aether. Wherever the god stepped, the aether would be close behind.

White eyes opened, the hair on his arms stood on end. The air felt heavy and flooded with more magic than before.

"Herobrine." Oh great. This asshole.

"Great timing as always. My brother sent you again? couldn't even save his own creations himself huh? They matter so little to him." Herobrine slowly turned around, the wingless Valkyrie in front of him over five feet away huffed, an iron sword pointed boldly at Herobrine.

"Get out of here or I'll chase you out." The Valkyrie was well clothed and standing strong with his chest out, he was in fact taller and slightly bigger than Herobrine, but the intimidating stance did little to deter the god. The angel's clean armor glinted in the nearby flames' light, showing off its nice craftsmanship. Under the expensive set of silver was simple stretchy black undergarments, keeping the angel warm yet protected in harsh conditions. The man's light cape swayed underneath a thin line of hair, replicating the look of another cape. The light blue hair was always near- pristine. It was meant to show off his ability to dodge and best his opponents, and it sure did; No one could touch the wingless being.

"you're a bit late," Herobrine lifted his hands in a shrug, deliberately showing off the blood that was drying on them. Luciels face remained stern and stoic, just watching with his sword pointed.

"Leave." The Valkyrie twisted his sword, his long straight hair lifted in the wind, waving like a cape. His halo turned behind him, a huge star glowing in the night. Herobrine watched, glaring daggers but holding a solid grin. The demand was loud and fierce.

"You know I don't just leave, General." A menacing growl came from the bloodied gods throat, his grin twitching like something was crawling out. He could feel his energy climbing, the excitement of a challenge rising fast. His fists curled a bit, summoning back his sword into his tight left hand. They had done this a thousand times over, however Herobrine felt something could change, he could win, he was convinced he could best the angel sometime, no matter how many times they had to do this dance he would win. He had to.

And with that, a large blade came forward, speed and accuracy as immaculate as always. Herobrine was fast to match the strength of the other, using his own diamond blade to hold the others heavy weapon back. not only was Luciel's blade large, it was heavy, the Valkyrie was somehow able to wield it with one hand, his arms built for battle. With his right hand gripping his own flat side of the blade, Herobrine pushed back against the other, sparks flying as both blades slid past each other. As always, Luciel was quick to pull his silver blade back, then down at the demon again.

The demon dodged, flinging himself back to avoid the heavy slash. His dark combat boots slid along the gravel road, still holding a heavy smirk, teeth showing white canines. His right hand carefully grazed the rocks, fingertips barely touching stones to keep balance with the momentum of his slide.

Luciel narrowed his golden eyes, they shined dangerously, examining the gods' movements. the stars in his eyes twirling fast as he watched every twitch, years of experience swirled in his gaze. However the angel's expression lay stern and solid, his gaze unwavering. His halo shrunken above his head for easy battling and a less chance of it getting struck. The man spoke through his turtle neck shirt, it covered his mouth and nose.

"That's enough! You know you cannot win, Herobrine." He snapped, twisting his sword into an easier position, ready to thrust once again.

The long blade hummed with power, Herobrine could almost feel it. A rough breeze pulled through his scruffy hair, having a hard time weaving between the dried blood. He knew Luciel was correct, though it annoyed him to no end that the guy was right, he was usually right. His smirk stayed, the challenge was too tempting to run away from, even if he knew the other was more skilled than him- somehow. He would never admit that to Luciel though.

With no response Luciel struck, thrusting his sharp blade forward, meeting Herobrine's fast blade as both locked in a close sword fight. The Valkyrie was getting closer and closer to Herobrine, barely moving as Herobrine had to jump back a few times to avoid a well-aimed strike he couldn't block in time. With a growl, a long slice blossomed along the demon's wielding arm, ripping right up from his wrist to his inner elbow. And with another growl and hiss, the blade was tossed over to his right arm, the gods expression was now one of slight pain and frustration as he clenched the leather hilt.

"flee and I will spare you of more wounds you cannot heal from." Blood spattered from the demon's arm, Luciel watched, his mind twisted with regret but he knew that the wound would heal eventually. His golden gaze slid down to the blade in his own hand, it was one of the things that made the god show more emotion (other than sick elation) - and sometimes, rarely, it made the god feel fear. The blade was what made Herobrine flee, it was what made his job easier. without it, the demon would be relentless, as he's seen many times before without the blessed blade.

Luciel grimaced, watching the wound sputter and spit out blood, he must have hit a vessel, he dug too deep.