I thought I saw the devil, this morning
Looking in the mirror, drop of rum on my tongue
With the warning to help me see myself clearer
Jolting awake, you gasp for breath, flinching at the burning pain that sears through your lungs. The white lights above your head are blinding, painfully bright as you squint and turn your head to survey your surroundings. The walls are black as night, created out of stone which gives the room a haunting feeling. Glancing down at your body, you see that your torso is wrapped in a bandage. The center of the white wraps is soaked in blood, the salty metallic smell strong enough to make you retch. Your knees are left bare where holes have been cut, exposing the ripped and bloody skin beneath. The slight stinging and stench brings a realization that a health potion must have been poured on the wounds. You go to sit up, but find it impossible. With curiosity, you glance down at the metal cuffs that are attached to your forearm, painfully tight around the muscles. There is an equal set of cuffs latched around your ankles, keeping you stationary in the bed.
"Where the nether am I?" You whisper harshly, vocal cords stripped raw. Ender hisses in your mind, sending a jab to your temple.
The fuck should I know? I've been awake just as long as you have.
I never meant to start a fire,
I never meant to make you bleed,
I'll be a better man today
You ignore him, pushing him back into the corner of your mind stiffly. A smile quirks at your lips as he stumbles and falls, muttering a string of curses at you with a shake of his leathery wings. Like your torso, they were equally wrapped in bandages. He frowns, rubbing a shoulder with his claw.
I'm just as injured as you. Be easy, alright?
You laugh with deadpanned humor.
"Why should I? You got us into this mess."
I...... I know.
I'll be good, I'll be good
And I'll love the world, like I should
He trails off, turning his shoulder to you, and you frown with eyebrows furrowed. Rocking forward onto your tailbone in an attempt to break the cuffs, you yank at your arms with determination. They don't budge no matter how hard you pull. Finding it useless, your head falls back onto the pillow, closing your eyes. Ender rolls his shoulders tiredly, turning back to face you with dark eyes.
Let me try.
"Why should I?" You repeat, staring at him coldly. Surprisingly, he seems to shrink away from your glare, shuffling a toe on the ground.
I don't know. I just want to see.
Yeah, I'll be good, I'll be good
For all of the times that I never could.
You ponder for a moment, eyes never leaving his. He stares back at you, seeming to search your red eyes with a silent plea. Finally, you sigh and step back, watching him closely as he closes his eyes and takes control. The body on the bed fizzes and changes into the ender-dragon hybrid, hands clenched into fists with sharp claws jabbing into the mattress. As soon as the wings form from your spine, Ender lets out a shriek of pure pain. Almost immediately, you're shoved back into your own body, gasping at the sudden change. The wings disappear into thin air, leaving your back bare and cold. He mutters a string of curses as he paces, wrists clutched in his hands. You approach him hesitantly, watching his face twist in pain.
"What's wrong?" You ask, questioning silently why you're being nice to him.
My past has tasted bitter for years now,
So I wield an iron fist
Grace is just weakness
