Hermitcraft - Villlian Au

Flowers

Helsknight had very little left to do before he ended the world. He walked downstairs into a large open room where an army of armour stands waited for him. They were under his control after he stole Cleo's power.

Welsknight's voice spoke in his mind. "What do you need these for? Didn't you make a weapon powerful enough to absorbs souls?"

"These are just to make sure the job gets done. I can't take any chances."

"You can't seriously be doing this. You've done enough damage, you don't need to end it all."

"I'm not just ending it." Hels walked over to a workbench. "I'm creating a new universe. I'll be a creator god, when you put it like that you really can't blame me."

There was a gauntlet sitting on the bench made of dark metal. It seemed to have a permanent glow. "And this, this will absorbs everyone's souls and give them to me. Do you know how powerful a soul is? I'm going to have the power of dozens. And most importantly, the power to get rid of you."

"They'll stop you. They're strong. Good always prevails, it has to." Even Wels sounded doubtful of the comment.

"Not always. And sometimes there's no good and bad, sometimes it's just two different sides."

"What? You're saying you're the good guy in all this."

Hels shrugged. "I guess not, but everything ends eventually. I'll create a new world anyway. Just because you guys won't be there doesn't make it a bad world."

"Don't imply that any new world you make would be anything more than a hellscape. You're sadistic."

"I don't have a constant desire to hurt people Wels. I have no problem with people being happy, but I think I'll take some happiness too. I'm not sadistic, but I sure am going to enjoy getting some revenge on the hermits, on you and if he's still out there, especially on Iskall."

"This is our home, we have to stop you."

"You sure can try. But you won't. This world has done nothing but ruin me, I'm going to create a new world perfect for me. I don't think that's such an unreasonable thing to want."

Hels opened a large gate, allowing the armour stands to walk up a set of stairs and out into the open. "Scar should be dead any second now, thus begins the end of this world."

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Ren walked back to the village by the sea, Renbob tailing him. The others seemed to be reaching the conclusion to their fight. An injured False got to her feet, only her and the Red King were standing. Alternate Rens lay unconscious on the floor, the two remaining stared each other down.

False spat blood. "You think you can beat me? I'm the queen of heads, hearts and body parts. I don't lose."

The king raised his heavy axe but noticed Ren. He was about to speak when Ren raised his hand and the unconscious Rens began to glow. They seemed to become pure energy as they returned into Ren's mind.

The Red King quickly understood the situation and grabbed False, holding the sharp of his axe to her throat. "Don't even think about it."

Ren took a few more steps. "It's over. You lost."

"No! I won't lose again. It was all going to be so perfect! I was going to be king again, I was going to find my loyal hand and we'd rule this world together."

There was the sound of a door opening and the others stepped out of the house, the kings gaze landed on the person helping Grim stand.

"Martyn?"