Born A Soldier (Reader X Herobrine)

Chapter Thirty-Four

I have a tUmor now so I may as well finish this or risk eternal regret.
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I'm exaggerating, chat, it's just a little guy. I named him Dave, we're buddies.
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     Funerals are even more depressing when the weather's perfectly beautiful...

     You clutched your hands together, staring at the dirt being tossed over the casket. Voices behind you griped and murmured about Herobrine's crying, but he was the only one reacting normally here. You were too numb, too secretly terrified, to shed a tear.

     You barely slipped out of the accusations by a hair. It cost breaking your arm...

     By setting up the room to make it appear as though more of a fight has gone on, then jumping out a window, you successfully fooled everyone into thinking you and Sandrah had been jumped by an assassin.

     At least they played along...for now. You had no idea how much time would pass before they proved your story wrong.

     Herobrine's sobs stung your heart. He was still under the affects of the potion, so it made perfect sense why his generals would think this out of character for him. This wasn't how he would normally react. ...You placed your hand on his shoulder. This was his punishment for starting a war and killing hundreds of thousands. It's what he deserves. ..But, this was also your fault too... For that, you felt a bit sorry. Sandrah wasn't innocent, but she wasn't beyond saving either...

    Herobrine gently plucked your hand off his shoulder and kissed it, his warm lips moving slowly over your cold skin. You shrieked and panicked inside, but let him at least do this. Not because you felt like he deserved it, but to hold off all the questions he had in the back of his head, and let him distract himself with this.

     "You're moving into my room." He muttered. "I can't trust you will stay safe separate from me." He wasn't looking at you, so you had the freedom to roll your eyes.

     Ugh, what utter nonsense was this?

     No matter, though. It wouldn't change-up your plans...

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     The poison potion in hand, provided by General Steve and his men, was so strong that a single drop could kill any mortal. However, it's far more useful application in this case was its ability to completely strip a member from their immortality, as well as greatly weaken them. For General Steve, the brother of Herobrine, a swig of the potion made him completely mortal. With Herobrine, a few drops should weaken him just enough for you to kill him.

     But your target wasn't just Herobrine. His generals were so powerful politically in their own right, they may continue to rampage the world with their wars should Herobrine fall, which is why you set to targeting them first.

     This funeral turned out perfect, for all of them, through it, had been brought together. You took advantage of that.

     Herobrine was too much of a mess to desire food. Not like he needed it, so he retreated to his room for a nap. After he had left, you snuck a drop each into the Generals' drinks as the feast grew long. Nearly caught, but not quite, you deceived them all into drinking a toast with you.

     All 20 were soon dead at the table. You didn't even care to cover up your tracks. The evidence would eventually lead back to you. There was no going back.

     You were a soldier. You reminded yourself again and again as you marched down the halls toward Herobrine's room. You were a soldier behind enemy lines. Literally the luckiest woman alive to have such access to defeating your foes so easily.