Chapter Text
It’d been at least a couple of months since Flame had looked for Wemmbu, while looking for his rematch, he’d caught and killed Wemmbu in the process.
Which to lots of people, would be a miracle, and or a blessing. But to Flame, it was the stupidest thing he had ever done.
Flame would say that it was worse than leaving Mane to be with Zam. And.. that hurt him so much.
One of pain and suffering, one of guilt and anguish. Flame hated it, it gnawed at the back of his brain, whenever the topic of Wemmbu came up from his past endeavors.
How helpless, but genuine Wemmbu looked as he was stabbed with Fragger. Wemmbu smiled, laughed even, at the face Flame made. When he knew that he was going to die. Flame was just the person to watch him die.
When the sword pulled at his insides and was pulled out. Wemmbu knew he was going to die to Flame one day anyway.
The tears gently gathering at his eyes made him look like he was saying goodbye to Flame rather than dying.
Blood gathering and dripping off his diamond chest plate onto the quartz floor.
The way his face was so peaceful as he passed. It made the blaze mad, angry, and guilty. And worst of all.. sad.
When Wemmbu fell to the ground, laughing still, as it turned quiet, it made him choke up. Sobs burned his throat, tears staining his cheeks and burning his eyes. Flame hated it. Hated how he still ran up to the demon. Hated how he still wanted Wemmbu in his embrace.
Flame hated how Wemmbu's face still had a soft smile even after passing. As if haunting him, as if teasing him.
The blaze hated how the demon had burns all over his body, his armor on the verge of falling apart, the clasps made out of diamond cracking at the shoulder pads because of him.
His dogs that were summoned by accident, trotted over to him and Wemmbu ignoring the molten lava cascading from the ceiling, sat themselves near Wemmbu and pawed at the demon as if he would wake up and play with them.
Flame hated how horrible he felt for killing Wemmbu before he got a chance to play with his dogs.
He hated how he sobbed against Wemmbu’s neck, begging him to wake up. Begging him to say something. A joke, a snarky jab. A grin once more.
Just a “It’s just a joke, I’m alive.” From Wemmbu.
Flame hated how he held Wemmbu for hours, as burning hot lava still dripped down the walls.
Hated how he tried everything for Wemmbu to wake up. To keep his heart pumping. No amount of blood, no amount of spells, potions, enchanted golden apples, would do the trick
The feeling of blood dripping onto Flame's own chest plate.
Most of all.. How he hated himself. For taking away Wemmbu from Egg, from Zam, from Boosfer, from.. Mane. Even if half of these people didn’t care about Wemmbu.
Oh, Wemmbu’s, sweet, sweet Flame. He didn’t know what he had done. And to Wemmbu, it was an opportunity! One that not a lot of people could get their hands on.
To fight FlameFrags, to be someone he actively seeked out, to destroy, to conquer. To be.. stronger, the strongest for what..? At least a month or two? And Wemmbu didn’t even spend time with Egg for that amount of time.
Someone that Flame knew he missed. That he took away that chance of seeing him again.
Flame placed his hands in his head, he bet on the losing dog. The one that bit, the one that tried so hard for his desires to be fulfilled. And.. he got it, what he wanted.
It hurt. His head hurt, his sides hurt, everything hurt. And.. he hurt.
It didn’t matter. The Immortal Demon didn’t cry, didn’t hurt, didn’t complain, didn’t boast.
But Flame wanted to see him once more. Not the stupid lifeless body curled up in Flame’s arms. Covered in his tears.
He wanted to see that stupid snarky grin.
To listen to that stupid horrible laugh.
Once more to see him. If Flame could see him, he’d apologize over and over again, until his throat closed up and he was dying from his throat being parched.
He’d place his ego aside to say that it was a good duel, though one without honor and chivalry.
And that.. They should’ve kept in touch.
He wanted Wemmbu to come inside his base, build a stupid room.
Not to keep all of Wemmbu’s items in a shulker box labeled “Maybe”.
Flame sobbed, ugly crying in that stupid multi-roomed base that no one but himself lived in.
In his own room, in the back corner, next to an enchanting case, two item frames that held two maces.
Something that he could never touch again. Something that he shouldn’t touch because Wemmbu wouldn’t like it. But.. Wemmbu wasn’t here. And that made it hurt.
He spiralled for so long, days gone by without him noticing. Well, he still took care of himself of course. But it hurt, his limbs would refuse to move if he tried to be anything other than a lifeless shell of himself.
It didn’t help either as there were piles of mail from Boosfer, Egg, and.. Zam that he hadn’t opened. Couldn’t open even if he tried.
And if Flame wrote a couple of letters to Egg back, no one knew but them.
Speaking about those letters, when Flame wrote to Egg and sent it to the end, he didn’t know that Egg would be so.. accepting towards Wemmbu's death.
He thought that Egg would be mad, or angry, or show any type of emotion. Allow himself to be.. something, anything. But.. he never showed it.
Flame thought that it wouldn’t ever show through the neat handwriting, the small comments on his grammar when he received another letter.
But, the tear drops on the paper said enough.
The small note at the bottom said way more.
“Thank you for giving him one thing he wanted.”
The smudged ink and the messy goodbye said it all.
He curled up in his bed. Thinking, thinking about Mane, would Mane be disappointed in him? Would he have trained Wemmbu if he had known exactly what would happen?
Would Flame still have looked for Wemmbu if he knew Wemmbu’s goal?
Right. Wemmbu’s goal. Wemmbu just wanted to live his life on the server as someone useful. As someone who helped out. To be someone who he wasn’t.
He sighed, drifting off quietly as he thought about everything he did.
His head hurt still, and the blindfold made it worse. He unfastened his blindfold from the back of his head and discarded it somewhere on his bedside table.
He curled up again, blanket on him because warmth was the only thing that he could feel.
Literally. Any other type of weather would likely kill him. Well, not really, but he’s really sensitive to weather. Stupid blaze hybrid crap.
That reminded him of when he was at the farlands, where Wemmbu helped Flame even if he tried to kill him. Where Wemmbu gave him his cape and told him,
“Just have it, you look like you need it anyways,” With a laugh and that stupid smile.
He hated to admit it, but that stupid cape kept him warm throughout his trip back to his base.
It kept him safe, kept him going.
And because it kept him safe, warm, all right.? He kept it, it laid folded in a drawer in his closet, hidden away for no one but him to see.
He dreamed of what it would be like if Wemmbu was still in his embrace.
Still alive and breathing. Still there.
In his base laughing and playing with his dogs with Egg.
Maybe he'd help get Egg out of the farlands.
It'd been a week since he'd slept..? Maybe? He shut his eyes finally and let tears drip down freely now.
It hurt, but it felt nice to get his emotions and feelings out sometimes, even if he hated himself more because of that fact.
No more thinking. Sleep.