Beneath the horns || Grian

𖤐 5. The ruler 𖤐

Grian was falling, then he shut his eyes shot, waiting to hit the ground but that never happened, he opened his eyes and immediately recognizes the place, he was back in the underworld, more specifically the castle.

The castle had been empty for centuries as nobody ever excelled enough in their powers to be worthy of the crown. The blonde looked around and saw the exit, he was about to leave when curiosity got the best of him. He looked around again, his eyes were more used to the darkness now so he could see everything.

To his knowledge he was in the throne room as he could see a throne, he took one step after the other and suddenly he stood in front of the throne with the crown glistening on it.

There were dust everywhere but the crown still shone, it was completely black with some lifeless crystals in it. Rumor has it, than when a Demon who's worthy enough wears the crown, the crystals will glow.

Yellow for Lesser Demon
Orange for Greater Demon
Red for Superior Demon
Pink for High Demons
Purple for More Powerful

Grian took a deep breath before reaching out for the crown, rumor also had it that anyone not worthy trying on the crown would perish.

He lifted it up with trembling fingers, he didn't know why he did as he did, it was like an unknown force was controlling him, like his body was moving without his consent.

He put the crown on top of his head again and felt the magic wash over him. The crystal lit up in a bright purple color and his clothes changed to royal robes, he was now the ruler of the Underworld.

He looked down at himself, the robes themselves were lavender, and the cape he got was blood red. His wings were bigger and black and purple, and his tail were black as well.

He felt his powers get stronger and suddenly he remembered some old books about how the Ruler could summon weapons, so he held out his hand and imagined himself a sword, and just as he had imagined it, a cool swords with demonic symbols on it appeared and he swung it a bit, it felt great, it felt just right for him, all the other swords he had ever tried, even the diamond swords on Hermitcraft, were too heavy for him, but this felt like an extension of his arm, like it was a part of him.

𖤐 With GoodTimeWithScar 𖤐

Scar opened his eyes back on Hermitcraft and felt super relieved, he remembered his friend Grian, the demon who had tried to give his own life for him was alive, how had he forgotten him in the first place?

Maybe the wave of magic that had healed him had also mixed up his memories? That was the only logical explanation he could come up with, so he went with that.

The vex got dressed and went out to find Mumbo. He flew around with his elytra before he spotted the redstoner, he landed right in front of him and waved.

"Hello Mumbo" he greeted.
"Oh hi Scar, what's up?" The other asked and Scar scratched his neck. "Do you know who Grian is?" He asked nervously and Mumbos eyes widened. "What do you mean know who that is? He saved us all?"

"Well, I had forgotten everything about him, I think when he healed me it did something to my memory"
"Oh, I just thought you didn't want to talk about it, that you felt guilty as he died so you could live" Mumbo said.
"He's not dead" the vex stated.
"He died, I saw it, we all saw it, he turned to dust in front of our very eyes" Mumbo muttered with a voice full of grief.

"I just talked to him! On another server! I swear he's alive!" Scar yelled and Mumbo shook his head. "Scar, stop it, I don't want to hear anything more! Just drop the subject!" Mumbo hissed with tears in his eyes.

Scar stopped and looked lost. "I'm sorry" he just muttered and walked away from the guy.

𖤐 With Grian 𖤐

Grian grinned and made the sword disappear again, he turned around and saw a lot of demons barged into the room and looked at the High Demon in front of them.

"Who are you?" one of them asked and Grian transformed into his more human-y form. His pale skin and blonde hair returned but his purple eyes, the black and purple wings, the black horns and tail stayed, and he was still 6 blocks tall.

"I'm Xelqua" he said, his demon name was known already for being the odd one out, which was why he started calling himself Grian, but Xelqua had a better ring to it in the land of demons.

"Xelqua, the weakling?" One laughed and he teleported beside him with a sword held up to his throat. "Don't call me that" he ordered and hoped that they wouldn't call his bluff, he couldn't stab anyone without reason.

He would only ever kill to protect his friends.
"Very well Lord, but we're not going to take orders from you. We're going to attack a server tonight, and there's nothing you can do" the unclaimed leader of the demons stated and a wave of panic rushed over him.

"What server?" He asked and the demons all grinned sharp smiles. "Hermitcraft" he said and the blondes heart skipped a beat.

This wasn't good at all. He quickly put on a poker face, but knew he had to follow them, he couldn't let his friends get hurt because he couldn't stop a demon attack.

The demons left and Grian made a rash decision, he didn't want to be the king of this nation, he didn't want to rule the people who kill innocents.

The Underworld didn't need a ruler anyway. He took the crown off and threw it on the ground, the robes disappeared and transformed into his usual red jumper.

He focused and his purple sword appeared for him again, he lifted it and forced it down into the crown, making it and the crystals shatter into a million pieces.

He exhaled relieved and looked at the remains of the broken headwear.
A large piece of crystal remained intact so the blonde took it and made into a necklace, which he hung around his neck.

He took a deep breath before opening a portal going straight to Hermitcraft.

He had friends to protect.

~1096 words