Grian Oneshots

36 ~ Deal With The Devil [Angst]

Major Character death, arguements, anger, death, revival,

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The quiet hushed talk from everyone inside was drowned out by the rain. Grian sat on the doorstep, the rain soaking him. He was in a black suit and tie, and he looked at the ground under his feet as his thoughts swarmed his mind.

Mumbo Jumbo had died.

Grian's best friend and lover, had been killed.

He was numb right now, but still felt like Mumbo's blood was all over his arms. Mumbo had been killed my a Watcher, but he'd died in Grian's arms. He had sat there trying to save Mumbo for hours before anyone arrived.

A hand on his shoulder made him look over. Xisuma crouched next to him, concern on his face as well as sadness. Xisuma was mourning the loss of their fellow hermit, but he was slightly concerned for the soaked blonde.

"Come on... Let's get you out of the rain..." He heard Xisuma say softly.

Xisuma stood them both up, and helped Grian into the mansion, and led Grian to Grian's room. Grian stopped at Mumbo's door, and walked in carefully.

The room was littered in Redstone materials and schematics. The bed was messy, and the nightstand had a flower pot with a pink rose.

X stood at the door, and he watched Grian sit on the bed and pick up the flower pot. X sighed quietly before sitting next to Grian.

The next few moments scared him.

Grian must have grabbed something, because he stabbed X in the forearm. He couldn't speak as his body began to get paralyzed.

Grian laid him down on Mumbo's bed, before placing the flower pot back on the nightstand. Grian walked out of the room, and to Xisuma's down one floor from Mumbo's room.

He opened the door and began searching quickly yet quietly. Once he found the blood stained Watcher mask, he wanted to panic. He pushed that aside and walked out of the house using one of the back doors.

The water chilled him at first, but Grian's determination made him continue. Before long, he arrived to the place he'd wanted.

He and Mumbo had wanted to build a club house over here so they could relax or hang out, outside the mansion everyone lived in.

He patted his pockets, looking for his lighter. Luckily the rain wasn't as bad here, so he could actually start a fire.

Grian hesitated, and dug underground to place anything he had on him in a barrel. It would only be lightly covered in dirt, so they could find it.

After placing the locket in the barrel, he stood up and walked towards the other side of the clearing. He wanted to be as far from the barrel as possible.

He held the Watcher mask in his left hand and his lighter in his right as he reached the area. He pulled the mask up to his face, not fighting the burning sensation as it changed to his original mask.

The blood had mostly washed off a long time ago, and he knew he had changed to his old Watcher form. Black wings rested on his back, and a cloak covered his clothing.

Purple mist covered the area in front of him, before forming the figure of a Watcher. It dispelled and she stood there, glaring down at Grian.

"What do you want, Xeqlua?" She asked, anger lacing her voice. "Didn't you have enough fun already with destroying most of the Watcher realm?"

"...That's not why your here..." Grian said, quieter than he would've expected.

Grian looked up to her, being able to see despite the mask.