Fallen Returned

Kill... Kill!

AAaaAaaaghh

It's been far too long

And yes yes, I know I need to do Snowball lol

But for now... enjoy this short chapter :D

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RECAP

It was supposed to be silent, all silent, nothing living.

Blood made a good solution for water, but now all the things with blood were gone.

    Kill more! Find more!

It was never satisfied. This place, it liked this place. It was stronger here, but it didn't like how it weakened the host.

    Hunt! More! More, more, find the doorway, kill!

It was away from the weakness, the feelings, the consciousness. Such power now, such power! No holds were barred, no resistance! Such a strong body for a host, now trapped far, far away from its own mind...

...soon, soon the host would not be needed. Such power could open the Doorways, could reunite the Lost One with its true form.

A pulse of life, the host could pick it up from miles away. All life had fled when the rage and killing started, such a nice reprieve.

    Kill! Hunt! Drink!!

The host needed no other bidding, willing itself near the thready beat of waning life. A perfect predator, a soulless husk.

A perfect host.

    Kill! Kill!!

END RECAP

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    ~Kill... Kill~

Steven was certainly not expecting his quarry to appear right behind him.

And he was most certainly not expecting a strong hand to shoot around his throat and slam him into the ground, completely crushing the air from his lungs.

His hands lifted from pure instinct, clawed at the arm keeping him down, his eyes locked onto piercing white. He could barely choke out words, with that hand crushing his windpipe.

No... oh Notch oh no, what had happened to him, why was he attacking again??

Memories of the Dark Mountains, of being tossed and beaten and questioned, made to bleed now crowded Steven's mind, driving him into a frenzy, kicking, gasping as best he could.

    "B-Brine... Brine, please it's me–"

The face above his stared down, terrifyingly void of emotion. Like a dragon and its prey, the lost god stared down at him, as though calculating how much blood it would take to quench his thirst.

Steven shuddered, managing to quell his clawing and struggles. He... he could breathe, only a little, if he was still.

For now.

Steven forced his frantic thoughts to slow, rationalize. Herobrine could have killed him with a single blow, that much was true. He... surely he recognized Steven.