Hero's Bane

Chapter 19: His Hate

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Herobrine's face contorted from the pain and he hissed as the bright glow at his legs replaced missing muscle tissue and flesh, he sometimes hated himself because of his little natural 'gift'. On one hand; it was a great blessing, but on the other; a wicked curse. His blood would instantly heal and or regenerate from any small cuts to fatal wounds and burns, it also greatly increased his tolerance for debilitating pain that would normally make any human literally beg for death.

As a sick curse though; it would always heal over wounds time and time again, especially if the wounds were constantly being made so this meant he couldn't die; only suffer. Well not die so easily anyways, humans definitely made him aware of that. Same goes for burning, in which the humans had also shown him. Stuck in the molten lava was one case that made him suffer, which he vastly detested because it was like reliving his last similar ordeal; but this time he could at least move and didn't lie motionless while flames licked his body. Being trapped in the liquid fire continuously burned and gnawed on him and it was really painful, even for a godly creature like himself. The pain back then wouldn't cease to end during his trails, well it did eventually with the help of a specific human. His suffering had ended again today because of another human, one that greatly confused the powerful being.

The hero grimaced as the white light moved down to his heels, but the new thoughts running through his mind kept most of the growing tenderness away. Another part of his cursed blood; healing, it hurt tremendously for his body to restore what was lost. The greater the wound, the more pain you'd feel when healing. Perhaps it's a just curse and not a blessing?

If it was a blessing then he'd been dead a long time ago, Lionel wouldn't have to suffer his tragic demise at the hands of his own trusted brethren. Had his blood been such a 'blessing' then it should have been strong enough to fight the paralysis curse, then he could of saved his friend and prevented his painful death. If it was anything but a blessing, but then he wouldn't be sitting a blistering pit waiting for his legs to mend. If it weren't for his cursed blood, then he wouldn't have that strength and immortality that made him almost a deity. He wouldn't of ever been a hero, nor would he of been able to save his friend when he first met him struggling to fight off monsters. Curse? blessing? It was both and that was how things were going to be, whether it was beneficial or detrimental. Anything was better than being a weak and pathetic fragile human.

Herobrine tilted his head up a little to gaze at the spot where the miner had once stood, it was now occupied by a low draft of air just blowing silently over the blazing gap. His mind began to wonder as to why the man had simply wasted his chance to escape or even take the advantage of the situation and stop the Hero from ever escaping. Why did he risk falling into the lava and dying to make one little platform of relief for the one trying to kill him? Why did that human had to be so perplexing? Hero had heard the mortal's words of trying to bring forth Notch's power to stop him, so why save the one who he's trying to destroy? It didn't make any sense to the old hero. Normally, humans were so pathetically predicable. But this one? He was... something else.

The Hero of old finally stood on his fully healed legs, all of his skin and muscles were restored and even his clothing and boots was nice and perfect once more. Herobrine looked up and lunged upwards now that the lava wasn't gluing him down with it's thick burning consistency, he grabbed a hold of the very top stone block edge at the end of his jump and forced himself with one hand to swing his entire body over and up onto the ground. He landed with a small roll and came to a stop on a knee, he then rose up slowly and dusted his hands off. He was still baffled how he failed to make the landing in the first place and fell in, it was an embarrassment; so focused on his prey that he slipped up in the heat of the moment.