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The server was quiet tonight, the kind of quiet that only came after a massacre had already passed. Moonlight falling through the leaves as Ewron moved like a shadow between the trees, his netherite sword dripping with fresh crimson.
Behind him, a glitchy figure walked with measured steps, hands clasped behind his back, a faint smile playing on his lips. Another body fell down on the red panda hybrids feet - a poor, new player who had wandered too close to the Regime claimed territory. Ewron didn't even ask for the persons name.
It wouldn’t matter in the long term anyway. And as his weapon, blade, he wasn’t the one to ask questions.
"Good," The glitch murmured, voice low and warm, soft enough to almost hide the edge beneath it.
He stepped closer, boots crunching softly on the fallen leaves.
"You did very good."
The red panda straightened, chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. The praise settled in, warm and heavy, and something in him reacted before he could stop it. He wiped the sword on his sleeve, and the blood that was dripping left a smear. It looked… Just right. Like it belonged on his white clothes.
It clashed with his pallete perfectly.
Without any words, the Regimes supreme leader - Ash, nodded in a distant direction. Another person. Another obstacle waiting to get reduced to a bloody pile.
Ewron didn't hesitate. He was Ash's blade, forged for this. The rush came as he closed the distance, silent and deadly. The survivor's eyes widened in the split second before the sword swiftly cut through their carotid artery, splashing the red pandas face with crimson.
The bodies dead weight fell to the ground with a thump, leaving a quiet echo in the forest. Ash's laugh was soft, delighted. He approached, circling the kill like an artist admiring his canvas.
"Perfect.”
A moment of silence from the leader.
„You're trembling.”
His fingers brushed Ewron's shoulder, lingering. Moving to his chin. And his cheeks. Smearing the fresh blood with his thumb.
"Not from exhaustion. You feel it, don’t you? The rush when it’s over. When they drop and you’re the one still standing.”
He tilted his head slightly.
“But that’s not the part that keeps you coming back.”
A pause.
“It’s me.”
Ewron's grip tightened on the swords handle. His pulse thrummed in his ears, louder than the blowing wind. The blood on his face was warm, sticky. And Ash's voice... it coiled around him, pulling at threads he hadn't known were there. A shiver ran down his spine - not fear, not quite. Something deeper. More animalistic. Raw. Something that made his breath hitch.
He didn’t want to admit it. But his assasin, his supreme leader was right. And that was the worst thing.
Ash's violet eyes gleamed in the dark, hungry.
"See? You can’t even respond. You know I’m right. Because that thrill when your blade cuts through their throats. The way the light from their eyes goesout and it's you who inflicted it. My words. It all makes you crazy." He leaned in, breath heavy on Ewron's panda ear.
"My sharpest blade. My only one."
They moved on together, two wolves in sheep’s clothing. Two more players left death messages in the chat before the night deepened. They were gone. Quick, brutal, efficient. Each time, Ash would leave a sweet praise, which lingered around Ewrons mind for a lot longer than it should be.
„Perfect."
„Ruthless."
„Mine."
By the time another kill came, Ewron was already breathing heavier, not from exhaustion but from the strange feeling building in his chest. The bloodlust pumped in his veins. And it was familiar. He felt that way before.
But layered beneath it was something new, something Ash's words were carving open. Every "good work my blade" or "look how perfectly you destroy for me" sent sparks through him, twisting the cruelty into a different kind of intimacy. His hands shook slightly as he cleaned the swords blade again, but his eyes searched for Ash's approval like a starving man.
Ash noticed, of course. He always did.
"You're a freak for this, aren't you?" he said casually, as if commenting on the weather.
"Not just the blood. The way I watch you. The way I tell you how exquisite you are when you're covered in their blood."
Ewron's breath stuttered. Something in his chest twisted tighter, hotter. Less like loyalty, more like hunger. He wanted Ash's voice in his ear during every strike, Ash's eyes on him while the blood was pouring.
Their gazes locked. Both seemed to carry the same bloodlust, two predators who would gladly tear into each other if one of them ever allowed it. There was something almost romantic in it... If you could call it that. Not soft, not gentle. Just the two of them, blades meeting, neither willing to stop until one of them couldn’t stand anymore.
Ewron could already picture it so clearly, the fantasy burning hotter than the fresh blood on his face.
If they ever turned on each other, it wouldn't be quick or clean.
It would be slow, deliberate, and intimate. He imagined raising his netherite sword against Ash'schest. The glitched man would smile even as he fought back, one hand wrapped around Ewron's throat while the other tried to drive a blade into his side.
Ewron would fight like hell, but he'd want to lose. He could see it too clearly. Steel against steel, too close, too messy. Ash’s hand at his throat, forcing him down, quick and merciless.
And Ewron wouldn’t stop it.
He wouldn’t even try.
The thought of Ash standing over him, victorious and covered in his own blood, made something deep inside him twist with dark longing. wanted to be unmade by the only person who truly owned him.
But. A sudden, sharp snap of Ashswag’s fingers cut him out of the haze.
"Ewron."
The red panda hybrid jolted suddenly, ears shooting straight up. The fantasy shattered instantly, leaving him blinking rapidly, face still streaked with other people's blood. His netherite sword felt heavy in his grip again.
Ash was watching him with that same collected, half-glitched stare, one eyebrow slightly raised.
"Stop drifting off," Ash said flatly, voice bored. "You're still mine to wield, and I need you to be useful. There are more people waiting to be eliminated."
"Sorry... I was just... thinking about-"
"Think while you kill. Now move."
Ewron tightened his grip on the sword, the scenario still burning a hole deep in his chest, and stepped back into the moonlight to kill for the only one who would ever be allowed to end him.