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The night had been filled with war. The purest form of brutal war.
Houses demolished; corpses mutilated and exploded, guts and flesh scattering roads that were once walked. Screams of men echoed.
All of this Blade had seen. And it was happening again. He fought his way through the carnage, slicing open creeper after creeper, green blood smearing across his skin and armor.
The rain got in his eyes and obstructed his vision. Fire and gunpowder littered the streets. There was no place where safety laid. Blade was trapped in a wretched, burning-hot blind rage. He saw nothing but red in his vision. It may have been the blood.
He wasn't even sure anymore. He didn't know anything. Blade knew no calm. He knew no peace. With boiling blood, he scoured the rotten village that was once his safe haven.
Blade wiped his own blood from his face and looked up. He was now where the church once was, where he'd been standing mere hours ago. Creepers came at him from all angles, all being stabbed and slashed apart by him.
The demons that had ruined his life, ruined him, fell to the ground one by one. They collapsed into piles of neon green blood and ash. Rage-filled burning tears filled Blade's eyes.
The rain took them away. Blade doubled over, desperately begging for air. The creeper. That creeper who'd started this all. That fucking creeper was behind him.
"Everyone, get back," Its 'innocent' voice rang out, overpowering the rain.
Blade turned around, gripping his sword until his knuckles grew white.
"Shall I also step away...creeper?" His voice was strained with exhaustion. He couldn't even catch his breath.
The creeper stayed quiet for a moment.
"Nope."
Blade looked down at the ground. His hand was shaking. Rain dripped from the soaking wet hair that stuck to his face. The creeper had that gaze. That familiar gaze in those cold black eyes of its. It was about to detonate.
Blade gritted his teeth and ran towards it. He screamed. He screamed until his voice was fucking raw. But the creeper didn't get a chance to explode. Blade stabbed that sword into its mid-torso. A creeper's weak spot. He brutally dragged the sword down until he'd completely split open the creeper's lower body.
The creeper gave him a look. A horrified look. Blade stared at him right back, violet eyes piercing into the demon's soul. He knew the demon didn't have a soul.
The creeper was about to speak. It was reduced to ash before it could even get a single word out. Blade grabbed his bloodstained sword and straightened up. His exhausted voice could barely handle screaming.
"Your leader is dead. Go." The creepers looked mortified. They didn't have a choice. They walked through the destroyed village, heading through the broken gates that they'd came through.
The other villagers stared at Blade with both sympathetic and hopeful expressions. Blade spoke once more.
"The rain will wash most of the debris away. Rebuild it all."
Soldiers with shaking hands nodded. Blade walked off, heart violently slamming in his ribcage. He headed down the gore-ridden gravel roads with emotionless eyes.
The blood and gore meant nothing to him. He'd seen enough of it.
He saw that house. That house the creeper had murdered Farmer at when the sun was still up. Farmer's house. Blade stepped through the soaked grass that blood was once splattered across.
The door was open. Steve was sitting on the floor hugging his knees, shuddering violently. The boy had always been afraid of storms, Blade knew that. He walked into the doorway and Steve looked up. Blade stood there, just staring at him. He didn't care about the rain dripping down his entire body. He just stared. Tears formed in Steve's eyes. He knew exactly what had happened.
Blade's armor was soaked with neon green blood. Blood that could only belong to one species.
"No..."
Blade stared apathetically.
"Yes."
Steve shook his head. His pent-up rage came out there and then. He stood up and stared into Blade's cold eyes.
"WHY DID YOU KILL HIM? WHY? WHY DID YOU KILL FARMER? WHY DID YOU KILL NIKO?"
Blade didn't answer. He just watched the pathetic man scream in his face. He heard none of it. He didn't care.
"YOU'RE SO FUCKING EVIL! YOU'RE FUCKING EVIL!"
"I am a result." Blade's voice was cold.
Steve could hear just a tinge of hurt in it. But he didn't fucking care. Steve fell to his knees, sobbing into his hands.
Blade felt his heart break just a bit. A victim. Steve, a victim. A victim like he'd once been. He saw himself in Steve. He walked over to the man in front of him, lowering his voice just a bit.
"Look at me, Steve." Steve looked up. Blade could hardly even hold the eye contact. It made him feel too much. He hated feeling.
"Join me."
Steve let out a manic laugh.
"Why would I join YOU? YOU TOOK EVERYTHING I HAD."
Blade sighed.
"I was once just like you. A victim."
Steve wiped his eyes. He was calming down, slowly but surely. Blade continued.
"Join me, Steve." He dropped his sword at his side and held out his freezing hand.
Steve just stared. He nodded and grabbed it, his own hand shaking. Blade pulled away first, the edges of his mouth twitching into what somewhat resembled a smile.
He walked out of the house with not even a goodbye. His own house was one of the few not damaged. Blade spent a long time in the shower that night. Not just to wash off the blood and rain, but the wretched sins that he'd committed.