TW: Blood, Death, Body Horror

"HERO!" A scream tore through the orange imagery, Herobrine felt himself turn his head, time dragging him through nothing. He recognized that shout, his feet tried to move but he couldn't budge. The scenery was blurry and vague, causing him to hiss in frustration. Something wasn't right. A hand grabbed his arm hard, holding Herobrine in place.

"Enough! Brother stop this!" He finally felt himself yank his arm away, a sick smile drew over his mouth. His blinding eyes landed on the figure that had tried to hold him still. The face of the pale man was blurry, but he knew exactly who this was and what was happening.

"You said it yourself. I'm made for destruction, I was created for this!" He clutched his own stomach as he chuckled out sickly, leaning over as a deranged laugh shook his own body. "There is nothing you can do to stop this! You can't fix it! You already tried!" Blood spattered over the grass underfoot. Waves of bloody tears had been streaming down his face. He had no choice but to lean over more, staring at smoldering flower's below as waves of blood fell from his face.

"HERO!" It was louder, the anguished cry echoed again, desperate and pleading as sobs and shouts came with it. "PLEASE... NO...!"

Herobrine snarled, feeling himself turn back around as his gaze met with another blurred face. It was a woman, crawling on her bloodied knees slowly towards him, reaching out and sobbing. "My son... no more... please...-" cough's racked her body, causing a light spatter of blood on the ground. "Please... no more..." She groaned out, still reaching for Herobrine. The god took a step back, he could feel his own face twist in conflict. "Come home..." white gloves were now brown and red. Her deep green dress was ripped, burnt, and torn. She pulled herself through the bloodied grass, not caring about dragging herself through it.

"Come home..." Her hand suddenly shot forward, gripping Herobrine's leg with a painful hold. He tried to step back again to no avail.

"Come... home..." He turned, looking for his brother in confusion, this was not how this memory went. The creator was gone, Herobrine looked back at the woman.

The woman's skin began melting, dripping and oozing over his own leg and boot, it slid and sizzled as he watched in light horror. "NO!" Herobrine ripped his leg away, finally breaking loose. Muscles under her flesh began to melt away.

"It hurts..." She gurgled out, seemingly drowning in her own melting body. "It hurts Hero..." She slowly continued crawling forward, digging bone and muscle into the dirt and dying grass in order to crawl towards her son. "Don't Leave..." She moaned, her hair falling out, her face still a blurry mess. "Don't hurt us..."

Herobrine's expression was finally filled with pure disgust and horror, he wanted to vomit, the smell was horrendous. However part of him felt as if he deserved to watch this, and he did. He stood with terror, watching as his mother moaned and groaned out to him, falling apart as she begged for his attention. He was able to rip his head away, shutting his eyes closed to block out the sight. This was not real, and it didn't happen like this.

"Don't leave us..." The woman groaned out, finally falling still as a skeleton remained. It was charred, almost all of her had been burned to ashes but part of small pieces of skull and the thicker bones.

"HERO!"

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Herobrine's eyes flashed open- everything was quiet and it took him a few moments to remember what was going on. That dream. It was much different than his usual ones, but he shook off the feeling. He shouldn't be surprised with what his twisted self could create. Constantly his subconscious tormented him, this was not something new.

With a large inhale he began to examine his surroundings. He cautiously turned his head, seeing a shape lay in the dark, a dull glowing halo rested on a pillow above its head. Luciel was asleep and the rain had stopped. It must have been around five hours since he had drifted off, he could see the light of the sky barely starting to shine through the waterproof material.

Cautiously, Herobrine sat up, grimacing in pain as his arm and chest pulsed. Not nearly as bad as the night before though. With that dull ache, he acted fast and silent. He scrambled from the cot, removing his wet blankets, the rain water from his pants had dampened them greatly. Shoes- he spun his head, seeing his socks and shoes near his feet. His boots were in good shape, just covered in the previous days hunt. He scrambled to put everything on, grunting in pain as his reaching stretched everything painfully. He could easily deal with this. Making sure his boots were tight, he stood, a small stumble made slight noise. Immediately a hand clasped around his ankle and golden eyes glared over at him. Herobrine's heart practically leapt to his throat, a flash of his dream coming back again. An image of his mother at his feet instead of Luciel. He shook his head, growling.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Away from you." Herobrine snapped. The fingers held tight, but he snarled down at the angel, shaking his foot harshly to rip it away.

"You're still hurt!" Luciel let him go, rapidly sitting up to try and position himself in front of the tent's entrance. The angel stood fast, holding his hands out. "Stay!"

With a glance down in disgust at the hands trying to stop him, Herobrine swatted one to the side, his gaze narrowing at the challenge. This angel would not tell him what to do anymore. However the movement only made a grunt of pain come from his throat, he gripped at his chest for a moment, holding back hissing as the pain died down.

"You need to lay back down or I will-"

"You'll what?" Herobrine snapped, squinting an eye in pain, but being sure to glare with the other. "You'll send me to the aether? You'll kill me?"

The valkyrie hesitated, narrowing his eyes from Herobrine's words. "You are being difficult. I do not wish to hurt you more than I already have."

"yeah right. And my name isn't Herobrine!" Sarcasm rolled off his tongue fast, his free hand was thrown in the air in frustration. "What really is your goal here? To trap me until your god's are able to come down here? To kill me? Drag me to the aether? To just torture me?!"

Luciel watched the god throw his hand a few times. He kept a calm expression on his face, however he couldn't help but look a bit saddened. "No- None of those. I just wish to heal you completely, That is all." White eyes scanned golden eyes, looking for any hint of deception. Anything that would tell Herobrine that his thoughts were correct.

A few moments had passed of intense staring, Herobrine was breathing quite heavily. Just getting worked up from bickering had winded the powerful being. Finally eye contact was broken, Herobrine had winced and pulled his hand back to see blood over it. He had bled again- how? Luciel looked down at the others reddened hand as well, frowning in clear displeasure at the soaked gauze. "Done? Can you lay back down now?"

Something in the demon twitched at that sentence. He immediately reacted, shouting out as he lunged over the angel, slamming the other with one hand into the hard bottom of the tent. Luciel yelped as his head slammed into something hard. A hand then gripped at his neck, easily tightening as he widened his eyes. Luciel grabbed the arm, pulling it away as Herobrine only tightened his hold harder. The god was straddling the angel, causing the starting kicks to be useless. "I refuse to let some insignificant mortal hold me down!"

Luciel gritted his teeth, glaring up at the other as the strong chokehold tightened once more, his airway began to be blocked off. Now struggling to breathe, the angel suddenly pushed off the ground on his right, flipping himself and the god off his waist and to the tarp. The hold on his neck slipped off, a noise of pain came from the hurt being. Luciel was above the other, hands on either side of Herobrine's head. He waited for a few seconds, his expression stern as he watched Herobrine curl up on his side, hand pressed to his wound. Luciel sighed, sitting back on his legs as he folded his arms. This was not going that well-however he had originally expected the situation to go worse.

Herobrine paused, listening as he displayed a slightly exaggerated bought of pain. He felt the valkyrie's presence back away, and his arm flew out to push himself up, he ripped himself from the tent, bolting to the sunny outdoors. The chill in the air made him shake but he couldn't stop- he had to get away this time. He pushed himself hard, getting his legs to work properly was a challenge. His magic was difficult to tap into at the moment. And the blood loss made himself feel heavier. He had done so much with barely any blood in the past, this should have been nothing to him. It was that damn blades fault, that wretched blessed weapon.

With a leap, he bounded off above the forest, wind whipping his hair around as he fell unto the tree tops, bounding off one branch to another. Something he did so easily should have been fine to do now. But he found his landings were slightly off- he had to hold onto a tree with one hand a few times to make sure he had proper balance before he continued on. He just hoped luciel wouldn't follow him. With another slip of his foot, he dropped to the forest floor, wincing as he landed harshly on his feet. Then fell to his knees to take a few deep breaths. Damn it- He needed to move. His chest stretched and ached at the deep breaths, but he tried to ignore the painful pulses as best as he could.

Herobrine decided that walking would be best for now, he was decently far enough and he needed to catch his breath before using more of his energy like that again. The forest was quite dense, and the tree's swayed slightly at the cold wind. Okay, preferably a warm shelter to hide would suffice, a cave maybe. The nether wasn't quite an option with his energy so low. A lot of his basic abilities suffered from the loss of blood.

Alright- his next course of action was either a cave or someone's home, or possibly a building out of sight. An abandoned building would be perfect. He rolled his eyes. He would get to that issue when it arose.

The demons legs felt as if they were dragging, his torso hurt, his arm hurt and his head hurt. Such an inconvenience this was. He looked up at the sun, it was nearly afternoon and the warmth of the bright figure was more than welcome. His gaze focused back down, hearing the noise of running water. The god hummed, pacing faster at the thought of a short rest.

He was still bleeding, the sound of rushing water relieved him. A bath sounded good, but his chest pleaded otherwise. limited movement with a small wash would do.

Finally the tree's opened up to a short beach, rocky sand shifted under his unsteady walk. The smell of salt clouded his senses. A brackish river, It would suffice. He plopped down next to the river, sighing in relief as he worked fast, summoning a towel with a flick of his hand. He unwound his arm from his chest, cringing at the pain and sight of blood. The gauze pealed back slowly, it was slightly crusted from the previous nights bleed. Herobrine inspected the damage. He was barely healing, the wound looked fairly gross still. Luciel had done a decent job on the stitches with the limited time he had. All the gauze lit up to quick flames, burning off his body to expose his torso.

With a heavy sigh, he dunked his grey hand towel into the cold running water, running it over his open wounds with a wicked hiss. "Damn angel... damn sword... damn valkyrie..." He murmured in between small hisses, his brows furrowed in frustration. The salty water seeped into his wounds, causing more pain, but he bore through it. It was nothing compared to the amount of pain he had experienced through his lifetime. He grumbled out more curses.

Why did that stupid angel help? What did he want? Theres no way that it was just to heal him. That would have been pointless. Luciel would gain what-? absolutely nothing if it was just for wanting to help. Herobrine shook his head in aggravation. It was most likely to wait until he could get divine attention. Herobrine scoffed to himself. However if Luciel wanted the fame and glory, he would have reported Herobrine to his brother already, and he would not be here tending to his wounds at the moment.

Leaves shifted- footsteps. His eyes widened a bit and his whole body froze up, listening carefully. A group of humans were coming his way and fast. He needed to move- now. Herobrine grunted, pushing himself up with his good arm. He staggered in the uneven sand before shuffling down river, following the water closely. He could maybe move fast enough to slide into the trees a little ways down, hiding there. His ego refused to let humans see him like this and it would be a death wish.

The group was quite loud, five- maybe four footsteps stomped through the foliage. They must have traveled from or were traveling to the village he had struck. The news must have traveled fast.

"Do you think it's someone from that town?"

"Probably, let's hurry, it seems fresh, they might need help." The group made noises in agreement, the pushing of branches and stomps grew louder.

Herobrine's head twisted to look behind him. Fuck, they were getting quite close, they must have been following his blood trail. It was really dripping down his stomach now without gauze to hold it better. Damn it- even if he hid they would most definitely follow the trail along the sand.

'Fine then.' He huffed, turning to stand his ground. He tested his left arm's flexibility, finding it stiff as all hell and pained beyond usage. He'd have to make do with what he had. Flames began to dance by his feet, eating at the drying algae covered rocks. He didn't have much left, but he'd rather scare off a few humans than go through a respawn.

The first human to lock eyes with him froze in place, it held a hand out fast, only to have two humans bump into it, sending everyone a few steps out into the sand. The group of humans were dressed lightly, baring a few weapons and all had light packs, clearly full of traveling goods. Many eyes met his own, his bad arm covered his chest, hoping the pressure would lessen the loss of blood. A growl rose from Herobrine's throat, warning them to stay back. Fire gathered in one hand, ready in case one of the humans came at him.

The first pair of eyes looked down. "That look's nasty." The large man spoke gruffly, eyeing the covered wound. Herobrine stepped back, faltering for a second before his growl deepened, letting out a hiss in between. He didn't have the strength or time for this. "need help?" The human questioned, not one moved except for it. It leaned down, shrugging off the full pack.

Herobrine watched the human for a moment, narrowing his eyes in distrust. It pulled out a clean new roll of gauze and laid it where It stood. The clean roll of cotton rolled a few feet down the bank of the river, stopping before it reached wet sand. They met eyes, a silent conversation between the two different beings. Herobrine raised his chin in intimidation. It nodded its head, beginning to gesture Its group of humans to retreat. They all shuffled back silently, doing as told by the larger one. They all refused to make any sudden moves or step out of line, not a peep was heard as they all retreated back into the cover of the forest's foliage. They were foolish for trying to help, but smart for leaving as soon as possible.

It was a death wish sticking around Herobrine for any amount of time. Barely any human got away with their life, and if they did, they would be gravely injured and spread the terrors of the demon. They served as a living warning to humans far over the lands. He had watched in the past humans who he had dismembered limbs from, or scarred to barely any recognition, other humans wanted nothing to do with them. They experienced divide and segregation due to his 'curse'. The humans declared silently that those who had been in sights of him and lived were a calling card. Or a walking harbinger. A bad omen.

He scoffed, waiting until the noises and sounds of humans became distant. He let the fire vanish without moving, his gaze swept to the roll of gauze ahead. Another scoff came from the gods throat, he had no need for the humans supplies, he had his own.

Herobrine turned around and walked on, heading downriver. He was exhausted after that small display of power, it was just for show and even then it seemed to sap what little energy he had left. His eyes narrowed in annoyance, his thoughts wandering off. Why are these beings all suddenly trying to 'help' him? He assumed the humans would flee or attack, he was wrong about both. Well he wasn't wrong on them fleeing, but it was only after that one had 'helped' or attempted to. Luciel as well, the valkyrie wanted to help him. Why?

Herobrine was sick of asking himself these questions, even when the angel gave him an answer he still doubted what was given. It was useless and a waste of time, he needed to move.

With quick uneven steps he traveled on, feeling blood dry on his fingers that held his lesion. If he could gather enough energy; he could bring himself back to the nether for better protection from the aether. The rocks underfoot were difficult to walk over, making his travel harder than it needed to be. He waded closer to the grassy forest, the smell of salt was getting to be a bit overwhelming for his strong senses.

After a long amount of time of walking, the river had opened up to an ocean. Herobrine felt a shiver run down his spine, just looking at it reminded him of drowning. Many times over. His white eyes followed the beach to the right. large stones covered the beach, broken shells and small rocks replaced most of the sand. A small home stood, nestled within dense trees and vines, It was nearly covered completely.

'Perfect.' He quickly paced over, looking up at the small building. The damage done to it was immense, arrows covered the doorway and had shattered the windows. The roof seemed wide open and the smell of old ash and charred wood filled his senses more than salt. He opened his mouth, trying to clear out the dense smells, but it only made the salt worse, as he could taste the air on his tongue. The front door was slightly ajar, he pushed it open with a foot, careful to listen and tense for any traps. It wasn't uncommon for an abandoned place like this one to be a set-up for humans. The creatures were wretched, taking advantage of the gullible of their own kind. Herobrine hummed. That was the order of the world; kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, it is the survival of the fittest.

Declaring the entrance clear, he stepped into the ashen building, taking in the dimmed room. A kitchen was first on his left, a small table island, then a small living room to the right. Everything was either incomprehensible as an object, or barely standing from the fire. It appeared that the living room had suffered the worst of the attack, baring heavy black charred remains of furniture and picture frames. His gaze lit up the area, following the markings on the flooring. Something had been thrown inside through the shattered window in the past, It had exploded, starting the fire. The blast was small, seemingly only giving the use of starting a fire. He chuckled, humans were their own worst enemy.

With careful footsteps he waded around the building, being silent. The god didn't sense anything around, but It didn't hurt to be cautious in his current state. He peaked into two rooms, their doorframes barely hanging on, and one was burnt and gone halfway up. The latter was an old bathroom, burnt up to nearly nothing, the whole room was black, another fire had been started in there, there must have been another window. He retreated and checked the last room, Finding a nearly in-tact bed room. The small bed would do- he sat, admiring the vines that had creeped in from under the floor boards. Nature was reclaiming the building, creating something new from what humans destroyed.

Herobrine waved his hand, his own old ball of clean gauze pixelated in his palm. He began to wrap his wound, uncaring of the dried blood he had on his hands as It smeared on the white spool. And to decrease the pain, he wrapped up his injured arm, tearing the end with his teeth easily before he tied it carefully, making sure it stayed. Satisfied with his work, he laid back, sighing as he wished this was his own bed. What a hassle this all was. He rolled onto his side, closing his eyes in hopes that when he awoke, his wound would be healed significantly more than it was now.