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Drip
Drip
Drip..
its cold
he’s cold
why was he cold again?
The white haired boy didnt know
where is he?
he doesnt know
he doesnt know anything
why can’t he remember?
how long has he been here?
soft..
the ground is soft
he liked the scenery
its familiar
its nice
its comforting
he could stay here all day
oh
a lake
why was he here again?
Right fishing
he likes fishing
the sun is bright
but why is he still cold?
he feels like he’s missing something
what was it?
he still didnt know
why
why can’t he remember
wet
wet?
oh
he’s… crying?
“why.. why can’t i remember why do i feel like theres something missing..”
His hand trembles while holding the fishing rod. The line sways quietly with the movement of the water below, gentle waves tapping against the dock over and over again.
“come on be useful for once…” he mutters under his breath, trying to focus on something, anything other than the strange emptiness clawing at his chest.
Then he freezes.
“wait…”
His grip tightens around the rod.
“my name.”
Silence.
The angel’s eyes widen slightly.
“why…” his breathing starts to shake. “why can’t i remember it?”
The fishing rod slips from his hands and crashes against the wooden dock with a loud clatter before rolling slightly toward the water.
He stumbles backwards before sitting down hard onto the cold, wet wood beneath him.
The air suddenly feels suffocating.
His mind starts flooding with disgustingly too many questions all at once to the point his head begins to hurt.
“why can’t i remember?”
“why am i here?”
“whats my name?”
“i i need…”
His voice catches.
“…no.”
A sharp pain suddenly shoots through his head, making him flinch violently as he grips the sides of his head with shaking hands.
Fragments.
Thats all he sees.
Pure white feathers stained in red.
Someone screaming.
Dark water.
Hands reaching for him.
A voice calling out something, maybe his name, but it sounds muffled and far away, like its trapped underwater.
His breathing becomes uneven.
“No no no…” he whispers quickly, squeezing his eyes shut. “stop thinking stop thinking stop thinking…”
But the thoughts wont stop.
They only grow louder.
The angel curls into himself slightly, staring blankly at the rippling water beneath the dock as panic slowly creeps into his chest.
He doesn’t know who he is.
And somehow, deep down, that feels less terrifying than the feeling that maybe there was a reason he forgot in the first place.
“how long have a been here?”
he asked to the wind itself, its not like anyone is here to answer him
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“EGG!”
The demon shouted, immediately rushing to the angel’s side.
“Egg please no! wake up please please dont”
He begged desperately, hands shaking as he grabbed onto Eggchan’s body.
Warmth.
There was still warmth.
For a moment, for one horrible moment, Wemmbu convinced himself everything would be okay.
“Come on…” his voice trembled violently. “you always get back up, right? thats what you do please just… just open your eyes…”
But slowly, painfully slowly, he felt the warmth of Eggchan’s skin begin to fade into coldness. Into stillness. Into something lifeless.
“No no no no…”
Panic flooded through him instantly.
The demon pulled Eggchan closer against his chest, claws trembling badly enough to leave scratches against his own arms.
“please anyone but him” he pleaded shakily, voice cracking apart. “please take me instead i dont care just not him please…”
He pleaded with the gods despite knowing they had never listened to creatures like him before.
Didn’t matter.
Nothing mattered anymore.
Not the battlefield around him.
Not the danger.
Not the fact he was completely vulnerable now, exposed and defenseless.
But fuck it.
His best friend just died.
Wemmbu held Eggchan’s body tightly as sobs finally tore out of him, raw and uncontrollable.
Memories crashed into him all at once.
Egg laughing at his stupid jokes even when they weren’t funny.
The way he’d complain whenever Wemmbu caused chaos somewhere.
Fishing together in complete silence.
Tiny arguments that never lasted longer than five minutes.
The angel smiling at him like he wasn’t some horrible thing to fear.
Like he was worth staying for.
“you promised…” Wemmbu choked out quietly, pressing his forehead against Eggchan’s shoulder. “you
promised you wouldn’t leave me too…”
His entire body shook violently.
The loud, chaotic demon who laughed at everything was gone.
There was nothing left except someone grieving so hard it felt like his soul was being ripped apart.
“I didn’t even get to tell you goodbye properly…” he whispered brokenly. “I still needed you…”
“awwhh poor baby! so what? Egg’s dead, you cant do anything about it”
a voice cuts through the demons swirling thoughts
“You. It’s your fault”
the demon uttered
“mine?, he wouldnt have been dead if you just cooperated with us”
“you wanted to use me as a tool..”
the demon grips his dead bestfriends now cold body tears dripping down his face his skin quietly sizzling due to the tears burning him well water does.
He finally lets go of the body just as the Enemy attacks
His hands shook as he stands up using his mace to support him
“I’m going to kill you Yungy”
The demon roared, he pulled out his orbitals, and blows up the already devastated battle field from his previous nukes
soaring through the sky, using his mace he makes quick work of the stragglers of the earlier fight, but his only prey was yungy and his stupid leader arachnid
they needed to pay.
his grip on his weapon tightens
and during that moment the only thing in wemmbus mind was “im sorry” repeating ove and over again like a prayer.
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Wemmbu hasnt left his base ever since that fight, well its not like theres been much time after it its just been a week or so, cindercrest has started their move to overthrow parrot once again but lacking the support of arachnids team since he was gravely injured along side yungy.
“They should be dead. why didnt i finish the job?” The demon regrets his decision to fall back but if he had continued there was a big possibility he would have died due to lack of equipment and being in a bad mental state, and that means he couldnt have the revenge he wanted.
“It’s so quiet”
He whispers to the wind.
“why did you have to die?”
“im sorry i couldnt save you, im sorry egg im so sorry, please wait for me”
Wemmbu stares into the mirror, his reflection haunting him like it’s judging every horrible thing he’s done. He looks sickly pale, almost ghostlike under the dim light, and it’s painfully obvious he hasn’t slept at all. Dark circles sit heavily under his eyes, his eyelids barely able to stay open.
He grips a small dagger tightly in his trembling hands, the one Egg had given him long ago. It's pretty, the silver blade polished perfectly with tiny details carved into the handle.
His grip tightens around it harder and harder as his hands shake uncontrollably.
His hair is completely disheveled, uneven strands falling over his face like he’s been dragging his hands through it for hours. He looks exhausted. Broken.
He looks like death.
it was funny that he looked like death since he was close to it.
Knock
Wemmbu was pulled back from his thoughts by that knock, and there it was again
knock
Wemmbu shook his head trying to ignore the loud knocking.
the knocking starts to become louder and louder until it turns to full on banging. there were voices but wemmbus too out of it to make it make sense.
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“Lomedy!” Saparata’s excited voice called out through the room.
“Saps, you called?” Lomedy, the bunny hybrid, stood in front of the angel’s desk, ears twitching slightly as he waited for a response.
The office was dimly lit despite the daylight outside, papers scattered messily across the desk along with maps of territories marked in red ink. The tension of war practically hung in the air.
“Yes yes!” the white haired boy replied quickly, almost too eagerly. “You know how Arachnid basically lost Wemmbu?”
“Yes..?” Lomedy answered cautiously, already sensing where this conversation was going.
“Wellll,” Saparata continued, leaning back slightly in his chair, “Wemmbu is a great asset for this civil war, and I have no doubt Flame can do this himself, but you know, the more the faster we can dethrone Parrot.”
He says the king’s name with so much disdain it almost sounds poisonous leaving his mouth.
“Are you asking me to get Wemmbu to join us?” Lomedy replies, folding his arms slightly.
“Well yes, but not exactly.” Saparata’s smile thins a little. “I want you AND Flame to persuade Wemmbu to join us. Hurt him if he doesn’t comply.”
Lomedy pauses before answering.
The room suddenly feels quieter.
His ears lower slightly at the order, eyes flickering toward the maps spread across the desk. Burned villages. Broken alliances. Casualty numbers messily scribbled into corners.
Wemmbu was dangerous, everyone knew that. Unstable, destructive, terrifying when pushed too far. But he was also grieving.
And Saparata knew that too.
“You want us to force him,” Lomedy says carefully.
Saparata shrugs lazily, resting his chin against his hand.
“If thats what it takes.”
“That sounds less like recruiting and more like cornering an injured animal.”
“Maybe.” Saparata replies simply. “But injured animals are easier to manipulate.”
Lomedy’s expression tightens slightly at that.
For a moment neither of them speaks. Outside the castle walls distant shouting and marching soldiers can faintly be heard, a constant reminder that the war never truly stopped.
Saparata lets out a dramatic sigh before sitting up properly again.
“Look, I know it sounds cruel,” he says, though his tone doesn’t sound guilty at all. “But this war has dragged on long enough. Parrot needs to fall, and Wemmbu is strong enough to tip the balance massively in our favor.”
His fingers tap impatiently against the desk.
“And after what happened with Eggchan?” he continues more quietly. “Wemmbu is vulnerable right now. Emotional people make reckless choices.”
Lomedy looks away for a moment.
That was exactly what worried him.
Because if Wemmbu snapped again, there was a genuine chance nobody would survive it.
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“WEMMBU!”
A loud shout echoed through the hallway, bouncing against the old wooden walls.
“Bro why are we even doing this in the first place?”
Another voice spoke up immediately after, far more irritated than the first.
“Saps wants Wemmbu, might as well try,” the first voice answered with a shrug.
“So we’re wasting our time just for this stupid cause that you keep wanting to fight for!” the second voice argued back harshly.
“Flame! now is not the time!” Lomedy snapped, his ears twitching in annoyance. “If we don’t get Wemmbu then we don’t, but he seems pretty harmless since his friend died so might as well just risk it!”
Flame scoffed loudly at that.
“Harmless? Bro literally flattened half a battlefield like a week ago.”
Lomedy awkwardly paused for a second before quickly knocking on the door again.
“Wemmbu! we just want to talk!”
Silence.
No footsteps.
No response.
Nothing.
Flame crossed his arms impatiently.
“Bro! are you going to come out or do i have to break your fucking door??”
“That could work,” Lomedy suddenly blurted out.
Flame slowly turned toward him.
“Break down his door?”
“Yeah!” Lomedy replied a little too confidently.
“Hm.” Flame cracked his knuckles slightly. “Alright, move.”
Lomedy quickly stepped aside.
Thud.
The first hit rattled the entire doorframe. Dust drifted down from above them.
Thud.
The second hit was harder, the wood groaning loudly in protest.
“Dude this is definitely gonna piss him off,” Lomedy muttered nervously.
“Then maybe he should answer the door.” Flame replied flatly before slamming himself against it one last time.
THUD.
Crack.
The doorknob snapped loose instantly.
Creeeeeeek
The damaged door slowly swung open on its own.
The two stared inside in confusion.
The room was dark. Quiet.
Way too quiet.
Curtains covered most of the windows, barely letting any light inside. Clothes and random objects were scattered messily across the floor like they hadn’t been touched properly in days.
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Wemmbu’s grip on the dagger hadn’t loosened one bit.
His knuckles had long since turned pale from how tightly he was holding onto it, trembling fingers wrapped around the handle like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. The silver blade caught the dim bathroom light every time his hand shook slightly.
The demon continued staring at himself through the mirror.
God, he looked awful.
His eyes were dull and tired, dark circles heavily settled beneath them from nights without sleep. His hair was completely disheveled, uneven strands falling over his face like he had been dragging his hands through it for hours.
Then suddenly.
THUD.
Wemmbu flinched violently.
THUD.
Another loud bang echoed through the house.
THUD.
The third one sounded strong enough to shake the walls slightly before a long creeeeeek followed after it.
Silence.
His expression slowly twisted into confusion.
Did someone just forcibly open his front door?
So many questions immediately flooded his mind at once.
Who would even come here?
Why now?
Was it an enemy?
Another assassin?
Did someone find him?
His breathing quietly hitched as his eyes wandered away from the mirror toward the various objects cluttering the sink beside him. Bottles knocked over carelessly. A cracked cup. Random things scattered around like the room hadn’t been cleaned in days.
Everything looked miserable.
“wemmbuuuu?”
A voice suddenly called out from somewhere deeper in the house.
It sounded like Flamefrags.
Wemmbu immediately rolled his eyes despite the tension in his chest.
“What does he want…” he thought bitterly to himself.
Of all people.
His grip on the dagger tightened one last time before his trembling hands slowly tucked it away out of sight. Even then, his fingers lingered against it for a moment longer like he didn’t fully want to let go.
Another voice could faintly be heard outside his bathroom now. Probably Lomedy.
Great.
Wemmbu stared at his reflection one final time.
He looked horrible.
But honestly? He couldn’t bring himself to care anymore.
He didn’t bother fixing his appearance, didn’t bother brushing his hair out of his face, didn’t bother wiping the exhaustion away from his eyes.
Slowly, he opened the bathroom door and stepped into the hallway before making his way toward the front entrance to greet his very unwanted visitors.
The broken door immediately caught his attention.
A long silence followed.
Wemmbu blinked once at the destroyed doorknob hanging loosely from the wood. Then his gaze slowly lifted toward Flame and Lomedy standing awkwardly in the doorway.
“…Did you idiots seriously break my door?” he asked flatly.
“You weren’t answering,” Flame replied unenthusiastically. His voice sounded flat, like he didn’t even want to be here in the first place. Honestly, he only came because Lomedy dragged him along.
Wemmbu stared at the two for a moment before letting out a tired sigh.
“Dalright… what do you two want?”
He already knew.
He knew from the moment he saw them standing ackwardly in the doorway why they came here.
And just the thought of it made something bitter twist in his chest.
They were part of the reason Egg died.
If Flame hadn’t captured him back then, maybe Egg would still be alive. Maybe none of this would’ve happened at all.
The thought alone made Wemmbu’s jaw tighten slightly.
“Well you see, Wemmbu…” Lomedy started carefully, clearly trying to ease into the conversation.
But Wemmbu immediately cut him off.
“No need to dance around the topic. Just say it already.”
The demon leaned against the broken doorframe irritably, folding his arms as exhaustion and annoyance settled heavily across his face. His eyes looked sharp despite how tired he was, like he was already preparing himself to get angry.
Lomedy opened his mouth to speak again, but Flame beat him to it.
“Join Cindercrest, Wemmbu.”
Flame folded his arms impatiently after saying it, his expression completely unreadable.
For a moment, silence filled the hallway.
Wemmbu’s eyes widened slightly in disbelief before his expression slowly darkened into something colder.
Something angry.
“You have the nerve to ask me to join that stupid organization?” Wemmbu replied coldly, his stare sharpening immediately.
The air suddenly felt heavier.
Even Lomedy visibly stiffened a little at the look in the demon’s eyes.
Wemmbu slowly laughed under his breath, though there wasn’t any humor in it.
“Thats funny.”
His grip against the doorframe tightened.
“Actually no, scratch that. It’s pathetic.”
Flame frowned slightly. “Wemmbu, listen for once instead of acting difficult.”
“Difficult?” Wemmbu repeated with a sharp scoff. “Your people hunted me down, dragged me into your war, and because of all that Egg is dead.”
His voice cracked slightly at Egg’s name, but he quickly hid it behind anger.
“And now you show up at my house after breaking my damn door just to ask me to work with you?”
The demon’s eyes burned with resentment now.
“You’re lucky I haven’t blown the two of you up yet.”
The hallway fell silent after Wemmbu’s cold response.
Lomedy awkwardly shifted his weight while Flame leaned against the broken doorway, already looking irritated with the entire conversation.
“Look,” Lomedy started carefully, trying to sound calmer this time, “we’re not trying to insult you or anything.”
“Really?” Wemmbu replied flatly. “Because breaking into my house usually doesn’t scream respect.”
“That was mostly Flame.”
“Hey, you agreed with it.” Flame immediately shot back.
“That is not important right now.” Lomedy quickly looked back toward Wemmbu. “What we’re trying to say is that Cindercrest could really use someone like you.”
There it was again.
Wemmbu could already feel his irritation growing.
“Someone like me,” he repeated quietly.
Lomedy nodded. “You’re strong, Wemmbu. Really strong. Saps thinks if you joined us then we could finally end this war faster.”
The demon let out a dry laugh.
“Of course he does.”
“Wemmbu, listen,” Lomedy continued, “Arachnid and Yungy are getting more desperate by the day. If they get to you first, things are going to get way worse.”
At the mention of their names, Wemmbu’s expression darkened slightly.
He already knew that.
Arachnid and Yungy had been eyeing him for a long time now. Like vultures circling something already dying.
Not because they cared about him.
Because they cared about what he could do.
Flame crossed his arms. “You know they’re gonna try using you eventually.”
“Everyone keeps saying that word.” Wemmbu muttered bitterly.
Lomedy blinked. “What word?”
“Use.”
Silence.
Wemmbu laughed quietly to himself, though there was no humor in it.
“You all talk about me like I’m some kind of living bomb.”
“Nobody’s saying that,” Lomedy replied carefully.
“Aren’t you?” Wemmbu looked directly at him now. “You show up at my house talking about how useful I’d be in a war.”
“Well because you WOULD be useful—”
The moment those words left Lomedy’s mouth, he visibly realized he messed up.
Wemmbu’s stare hardened immediately.
“There.”
Lomedy quickly raised his hands. “Okay wait, thats not what I meant—”
“Yes it was.”
The demon straightened slightly from the doorframe, exhaustion still heavy on his face but irritation slowly bleeding through more and more.
“You all see the same thing when you look at me.”
Flame frowned slightly. “Bro, you’re taking this too personally.”
“Oh sorry.” Wemmbu’s voice dripped with sarcasm now. “My bad for taking being treated like a weapon personally.”
Nobody answered immediately.
That alone said enough.
Wemmbu looked away with another bitter laugh.
“Figures.”
Lomedy sighed quietly. “Wemmbu, nobody’s trying to reduce you to that.”
“But thats all I am to people.”
His voice came out quieter that time. Tired.
“Strong demon. Walking disaster. Living nuke.”
He looked down at his trembling hands for a moment before clenching them tightly.
“And the second there’s a war suddenly everyone wants me on their side.”
Flame uncrossed his arms slightly. “Because you ARE strong.”
“And?” Wemmbu snapped back. “So is Flame.”
That caught both of them off guard.
Wemmbu continued before either could answer.
“Everyone keeps acting like I’m some unstoppable monster when the strongest person here has literally always been him.” He jerked his head slightly toward Flame. “Not me.”
Flame stared at him in confusion. “What are you even talking about?”
“I gave up on trying to be ‘the strongest’ a long time ago.” Wemmbu muttered bitterly. “That title belongs to you. Congratulations.”
The words sounded less angry and more exhausted.
Like he genuinely didn’t care anymore.
Lomedy’s expression softened slightly.
“Wemmbu…”
“No.” He immediately cut him off. “I’m serious. I’m done.”
His eyes wandered briefly toward the floor.
“I’m tired.”
The hallway grew quiet again.
Not tense this time.
Just sad.
But Lomedy still pushed carefully forward.
“You may be tired, but people are still going to come after you whether you like it or not.”
Wemmbu’s expression slowly tightened again.
“There it is.”
“What?”
“You’re still doing it.”
Lomedy frowned slightly. “Doing what?”
“Talking about me like I’m something people need to own before someone else gets it first.”
The irritation in his voice was returning now.
“You think I haven’t noticed?” Wemmbu continued quietly. “Arachnid and Yungy wants me because I’m dangerous. And now Cindercrest suddenly wants me because I’m dangerous too.”
Lomedy opened his mouth to argue, but nothing came out immediately.
Because part of him knew Wemmbu was right.
The demon’s tired eyes narrowed slightly.
“You all pretend it’s different, but it’s really not.”
The hallway fell silent again.
Lomedy looked like he was trying to think of something to say that wouldn’t make things worse, while Flame was already starting to lose patience entirely.
“Bro, not everything is some personal attack against you.” Flame finally muttered.
Wemmbu’s eyes immediately flicked toward him.
“Excuse me?”
“I’m serious,” Flame continued, pushing himself off the doorway. “You’re acting like everyone’s out to get you when people are literally just trying to stop a war.”
“Oh my god.” Wemmbu laughed bitterly under his breath. “You really don’t hear yourself.”
“Because this whole pity party thing is getting annoying.” Flame replied bluntly. “Yeah, Egg died. Thats horrible. Nobody’s saying it isn’t.”
The moment Egg’s name left his mouth, the atmosphere shifted instantly.
Lomedy noticed it immediately.
“Flame,” he warned quietly.
But Flame kept going.
“You can’t just sit in your house forever acting miserable while the rest of the world burns.”
Wemmbu slowly stared at him in disbelief.
Then anger.
Cold, sharp anger.
“You think this is a pity party?” he asked quietly.
Flame crossed his arms. “I think you’re avoiding reality.”
“And what would YOU know about reality?” Wemmbu snapped. “You’re the strongest person alive. Everyone listens to you. Everyone respects you.”
“Thats not my fault.”
“No, but it IS your fault Egg died.”
The words came out before anyone could stop them.
Silence.
Even Wemmbu looked shocked for half a second after saying it.
Flame’s expression darkened immediately.
“…What?”
“If you hadn’t captured him back then,” Wemmbu continued, voice shaking now, “none of this would’ve happened.”
“Wemmbu,” Lomedy interrupted nervously, “don’t do this.”
“No.” The demon’s breathing became uneven. “I’m serious.”
Flame stared at him coldly now. “You’re blaming me for his death?”
“You dragged me into this stupid war!” Wemmbu shouted suddenly. “You all did!”
His voice echoed through the house violently.
“I didn’t ask for any of this!”
Flame’s irritation finally snapped too.
“And Egg didn’t ask to die either!”
The second those words left his mouth, Wemmbu completely lost control.
Flame barely dodged as Wemmbu suddenly lunged at him without warning.
Lomedy jumped back immediately. “OH GOD.”
CRASH.
The two slammed through the wall beside the doorway, splintered wood exploding everywhere from the force.
“WEMMBU STOP!” Lomedy yelled desperately.
But Wemmbu couldn’t hear him anymore.
Grief and rage had completely drowned everything else out.
The demon swung wildly at Flame, claws shaking violently as tears burned in his eyes.
“You ruined EVERYTHING!”
Flame blocked the hit with his forearm before immediately shoving Wemmbu backwards hard enough to crack the floor beneath him.
“You think I wanted this to happen?!” Flame shouted back.
“Yes!” Wemmbu screamed. “Because all any of you ever cared about was war!”
He charged again recklessly.
Flame caught his arm this time before slamming him hard against the nearest wall. The impact shook the entire house.
“You are NOT thinking straight right now!”
“I DON’T CARE!”
Wemmbu forced himself free and swung again.
Flame blocked another hit, but his expression shifted slightly in realization.
Wemmbu wasn’t fighting properly.
He was emotional. Sloppy. Furious.
Half his attacks weren’t even meant to defend himself.
It was like he wanted something to hurt.
“You’re falling apart,” Flame muttered.
That sentence only made Wemmbu angrier.
The demon let out a furious scream before tackling Flame straight through another wall. Dust and debris exploded around them as the house practically began collapsing from the force of their fight.
Lomedy stood frozen nearby in complete panic.
“This is BAD this is REALLY bad—”
Flame shoved Wemmbu off him again before wiping blood from the corner of his mouth.
“Get ahold of yourself!”
“No!” Wemmbu shouted back instantly. His entire body trembled violently now. “You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore!”
For a brief second the two simply stared at each other.
One furious.
One exhausted.
Then Wemmbu’s voice cracked apart completely.
“He was my best friend…”
The anger in his expression suddenly looked less like rage and more like pain.
Pure pain.
“And he’s gone.”
The fight stopped for just a moment.
Just long enough for Flame to finally realize that Wemmbu wasn’t trying to win.
He was grieving so badly that he didn’t know what else to do with it anymore.
“I dont even want anything to do with this war!”
Wemmbu’s voice cracked violently through the destroyed hallway, raw emotion pouring out of him all at once.
“I JUST WANTED TO LIVE A PEACEFUL LIFE WITH MY BEST FRIEND!”
His breathing became uneven as tears of frustration burned in his eyes.
“After everything that happened with the Law and Lettuce and all of that I’m so TIRED!”
The last words came out more like a desperate scream than anger.
The entire house shook faintly around them from the burst of emotion. Broken wood and dust still littered the floor from their fight, shattered glass crunching underneath Flame’s boots as silence suddenly followed after Wemmbu’s outburst.
For the first time since this started, the demon didn’t look angry.
He looked exhausted.
Completely exhausted.
His shoulders trembled as he stood there breathing heavily, fists clenched so tightly his hands hurt.
“I’m tired of fighting.” His voice dropped quieter now, shakier. “I’m tired of people getting hurt. I’m tired of everyone expecting something from me all the time.”
His eyes burned as he looked directly at Flame.
“I never asked to be strong.”
Lomedy stayed completely silent nearby, not daring to interrupt anymore.
Wemmbu laughed bitterly to himself, though it sounded horribly broken.
“You know what I wanted?” he asked quietly. “I wanted to fish with Egg. I wanted to annoy him until he got mad at me. I wanted stupid normal things.”
His breathing hitched slightly.
“But every single time things started getting peaceful, something ruined it.”
The demon’s voice began shaking harder the more he spoke.
“The Law happened.”
His grip tightened at his sides.
Another shaky breath.
“And now Egg is dead.”
The words nearly broke him apart saying them out loud.
Wemmbu looked away quickly, wiping furiously at his face in frustration like he hated the fact he was crying in front of them at all.
“I can’t do this anymore,” he admitted quietly. “I genuinely cant.”
Even Flame’s anger had faded by now.
Because standing in front of him no longer looked like some dangerous chaotic demon everyone feared.
It looked like someone who had been forced to survive one horrible thing after another until there was almost nothing left of him anymore.
“So you, Flame fucking Frags, don’t have any right to tell me that my feelings over MY BEST FRIEND’S death are nothing!” Wemmbu snapped.
His voice echoed violently through the ruined house, shaky and furious all at once. Tears burned in his eyes again, but he didn’t even try hiding them anymore.
“YOU WOULD DO THE SAME IF LOMEDY DIED!”
The second those words left his mouth, the room went completely silent.
Lomedy’s ears immediately lowered.
Flame’s expression hardened.
But Wemmbu kept going anyway.
“You even fucking told me, and I quote, ‘I only joined Cindercrest because Lomedy likes them.’” He laughed bitterly, the sound cracking apart halfway through. “Isn’t THAT funny?”
His breathing became uneven again as anger and grief tangled together inside him so violently he could barely think straight anymore.
“You act like I’m being irrational for grieving the only person who stayed beside me after everything!”
Wemmbu’s trembling hands suddenly reached behind him before pulling out his mace.
The heavy weapon dragged slightly against the floor as he gripped it tightly enough for his knuckles to pale.
But he didn’t attack.
Not yet.
The air around him just felt dangerous now.
Like one wrong sentence would make everything explode again.
Flame stared at him for a long moment before scoffing quietly.
“Thats different.”
Wemmbu’s eyes widened slightly in disbelief.
“Different?” he repeated quietly.
“You know what I mean.” Flame replied, though his voice sounded less confident now. “Don’t drag Lomedy into this.”
“But its okay when YOU drag Egg into it?” Wemmbu shot back immediately.
Flame opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out.
Because there wasn’t really anything he could say.
Wemmbu’s grip on the mace tightened harder.
“You sit there acting like I’m weak for breaking down over this,” he continued shakily. “But if something happened to Lomedy you would lose your fucking mind too.”
Flame looked away irritably.
“That’s not the point.”
“THEN WHAT IS THE POINT?!”
The shout made Lomedy flinch.
Wemmbu stepped forward now, his voice trembling harder with every word.
“You came into MY house telling me to move on and join your stupid war like Egg was just some unfortunate casualty!”
“Nobody said that,” Lomedy interrupted quickly.
“But thats how it FEELS!” Wemmbu yelled back.
The demon’s entire body shook violently now. Not from rage alone, but exhaustion. Grief. Stress. Everything piling up on top of each other until he looked moments away from completely collapsing.
“I lost him,” he whispered hoarsely. “And now everyone expects me to just keep going like nothing happened.”
His eyes slowly moved back toward Flame.
“And you…”
There was genuine hurt in his voice now.
“You of all people should’ve understood.”
Flame’s expression faltered slightly at that.
Because deep down, he did understand.
Probably more than he wanted to admit.
But before he could answer, Wemmbu suddenly laughed bitterly again and lowered his head.
“God, this is pathetic.”
The mace trembled slightly in his hands.
“I’m standing here screaming at people in a destroyed house over a war I never even wanted to be part of in the first place.”
Lomedy carefully took a small step forward.
“Wemmbu…”
“Don’t.”
The response came out immediately. Quiet. Dangerous.
For the first time since they arrived, Lomedy genuinely looked worried that Wemmbu might completely lose control again.
“Leave…”
Wemmbu’s voice came out strained and uneven.
“Leave my home and never come back ever fucking again.”
The demon’s grip on his mace trembled violently as he stared at the two of them with exhausted, burning eyes.
“Tell Saps. Tell Arachnid. Hell, tell Parrot. I don’t give a fuck about this war anymore.”
Silence filled the ruined hallway.
Dust still drifted lazily through the air from the damage caused earlier, shattered wood scattered across the floor beneath their feet. The broken front door hung crookedly off its hinges while cold air poured into the house from outside.
Wemmbu looked completely drained.
Not victorious.
Not threatening.
Just done.
“I’m serious,” he continued more quietly, though his voice still shook with anger and grief. “I dont care who wins anymore.”
His eyes lowered for a brief moment.
“None of it brought him back.”
That sentence hurt more than the yelling did.
Even Flame stopped arguing after hearing it.
Wemmbu swallowed harshly before forcing himself to look back at them again.
“I gave everything already.”
His fingers tightened around the handle of his mace.
“My strength. My loyalty. My sanity.” He laughed weakly to himself. “And for what?”
Neither of them answered.
Because there really wasn’t an answer good enough for that question.
The demon slowly shook his head.
“I’m tired of being dragged into everybody else’s problems just because I can fight.”
His eyes narrowed again, though this time the anger looked weaker. More exhausted than furious.
“I dont want to be your weapon.”
The words came out painfully honest.
“I dont want to belong to Cindercrest. I dont want to belong to Arachnid. I dont want to belong to anyone anymore.”
Lomedy’s ears lowered sadly.
“Wemmbu…”
“No.” He cut him off immediately. “Please.”
That one word sounded almost desperate.
“Just leave.”
A long silence followed after that.
Flame looked like he wanted to argue again at first, but after seeing the state Wemmbu was in, he just clicked his tongue quietly in irritation and looked away.
“…Fine.”
Lomedy hesitated for a moment longer before slowly nodding.
“Alright.”
Wemmbu didn’t answer.
He just stood there gripping his mace like it was the only thing keeping him upright while the two slowly turned toward the broken doorway.
But right before leaving completely, Lomedy glanced back one last time.
The demon was still standing in the middle of the ruined hallway completely alone.
Eyes red from crying.
Hair messy.
Hands trembling.
And despite all the power everyone feared him for, he had never looked so painfully helpless before.
Lomedy let out a quiet sorry mostly to himself but also to what happened to wemmbu
-
Wemmbu sat on the ground the heavy weight pushing him down
“I thought i’d see you here” that familiar agitating voice coming from behind
“what do you want.” Wemmbu growled
“i’m not here to convince you or anything! Just wanted to say sorry I guess”
“sorry? How uncharacteriztic of you immortal demon”
Flame winced at the nickname, well yes he does call himself that but still
“maybe it is so what about it?” flame replied
“just tell me what you want god!”
“Ok maybe I didn’t do this willingly but I know I was in the wrong and im trying to change here man! Im sorry ok?!” flame answered sounding a little unwhilling
“for what?” wemmbu asked with a terrifyingly calm deminor as he just stared infront of him not once looking back at flame
“for inherintly causing the death of egg..” flame muttered god it was embarrasing! But truthfully, he did felt bad he knew the feeling of losing someone so close to you
“hm. I don’t forgive you”
Flame was taken aback but it was fair! He didn’t deserve getting forgiven and he didn’t expect to be forgiven in the first place
“I understand”
Flame turns around to leave but before that he calls out to wemmbu
“just don’t do anything stupid ok?”
“like i’d listen to you” wemmbu replied leaning to the cold stone besides him
Once flame had left wemmbu finally looked up tears streaking his already scared face
“I'm sorry...” he whispered softly.
His trembling hand slowly reached up and rested against the stone he had been leaning on the entire time.
A headstone.
Egg's headstone.
“I'm so sorry, Egg...”
His voice cracked almost immediately.
“I couldn't protect you.”
More tears slipped down his face.
The words felt pathetic. Useless.
No apology in the world could change what happened. No amount of guilt could turn back time. No amount of suffering could bring Egg back.
And somehow that hurt the most.
For a moment he just sat there, staring at the name carved into the stone.
Remembering fishing trips.
Stupid conversations.
The way Egg always stayed, even when everyone else left.
The way he smiled.
The way he laughed.
The way he made everything feel a little less lonely.
Wemmbu lowered his head.
Every memory felt like a knife twisting deeper into his chest.
He could still hear Egg's voice if he tried hard enough. Still picture the way he'd roll his eyes whenever Wemmbu did something stupid. Still remember the countless moments where everything felt okay simply because Egg was there.
And now he wasn't.
The realization hit him over and over again like a cruel wave that refused to stop crashing into him.
Gone.
Egg was gone.
No more fishing trips.
No more stupid arguments.
No more hearing his laugh after a terrible joke.
Just silence.
An endless, suffocating silence.
“We'll reunite again soon, yeah?” he whispered.
The words caught in his throat halfway through.
Part of him hated himself for saying them.
Because Egg would never want this.
Egg would want him to keep living.
To keep moving forward.
To keep causing chaos and complaining about life and doing all the dumb things that made him who he was.
But how was he supposed to do that now?
How was he supposed to wake up tomorrow and pretend the world hadn't lost one of the few people who genuinely cared about him?
The thought alone felt unbearable.
A future without Egg felt wrong.
Like a story missing half its pages.
Like a sky without stars.
Like that lonely dock they used to sit on would forever remain abandoned, filled only with memories of happier days that would never come back.
Everyone kept telling him to move on.
To heal.
To keep going.
But moving forward didn't feel like strength.
It felt like leaving Egg behind.
And that terrified him more than anything else.
His hand remained resting against the headstone.
As if somehow, somewhere, Egg could still feel it.
As if maybe if he stayed there long enough, he'd hear that familiar voice again.
And for the first time all night, the demon allowed himself to cry.
The kind of crying that left his chest aching and his breathing uneven.
The kind that came from losing someone you thought would always be there.
And for a while, beneath the moonlit sky, there was nothing left of the feared demon everyone talked about.
Wemmbu stood before Egg’s, fingers lingering on the cold stone one last time, tracing the letters of the name that still carved holes in his chest. A soft pat, almost tender, like he was saying goodbye to the only person who ever made him feel real.
He stepped back, shoulders heavy, and picked up his things—the coiled rope, the folded letters. He’d been planning for this for weeks. Tonight, he would finally do it.
“We’ll reunite soon, Egg,” he whispered, voice cracking. “I promise… and this time I’m not breaking it.”
If his best friend couldn’t be here, then why stay? There was no point in living for a weapon like him.
The letters were already written—short, raw notes addressed to Jaden and Minute. He left them tucked under a rock near the path, hoping someone might care enough to look for him. Maybe they’d understand. Maybe they wouldn’t. It didn’t matter anymore.
Wemmbu sighed, the sound lost in the night wind. With everything going on—the crumbling alliances, the endless fights—was he really making the right choice? He could still try to help Parrot. But what was a lost cause like him going to do? Show up with broken edges and empty eyes? There was no point in fighting for something that would only treat you like a weapon anyway. Sharp. Useful. Disposable the moment the war moved on.
His hands shook as he held the rope. He carefully knotted it over a thick, low-hanging branch of the old oak tree that overlooked the graves. He tugged hard, testing it, making sure it was strong enough to carry his weight. It held.
He took a deep breath, heart hammering. Doubt clawed at him again—*one more day, maybe things will change*—but…If it meant he could meet Egg again, then he would.
Wemmbu slipped the noose over his head, the rough fibers biting into his neck. He didn’t struggle. As the rope tightened and the world narrowed, he let the memories wash over him like a final, gentle server reset.
The chaotic early days of Unstable. The rise and fall of the Zam Empire. Late-night laughs with Manepear. The thrill of Invis Mafia. All the stupid wars, the alliances that burned bright and died fast, the way Egg’s voice had always cut through the noise like a tether. Tears slipped down his cheeks, silent and warm, as his vision blurred at the edges.
He missed Egg so much it hurt worse than the rope.
This time… he’d finally reunite with him.
His body swayed gently beneath the moonlit sky. The feared demon was gone. Only the boy remained—quiet, at peace, heading home.