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Herobrine x Luke

Third person point of view-

As the assassin walked deeper into the forest, a series of chills rushed down his spine, an anxious feeling tugging at his chest. His heart was pounding with skin sweating, feeling as if he would come face to face with another human if he turned around at any moment. He could just feel it, the eyes that stared at him from the darkness of the trees and clouded sky, bringing the hair to stand on his arms and back of his neck. Luke went on to complete what he was ordered to do, that being to find any information on the whereabouts of the dragon egg thief after he had already taken out another fugitive mere minutes ago. His dark clothing and armor were stained in blood that he was relying on the rain to wash away once it came down, if it came down. The lightning lit the clouds in bright flashes of heavenly light, thunder booming in the distance, growing louder with each eruption.
He distracted his anxious thoughts by pulling towards the memories of his mission, having heard the report that Grayson was recently spotted here a few days ago. There was a possibility that he he was still around, although Luke had his doubts, but checking the area could not hurt. Perhaps he would get lucky. As he lost himself in his thoughts and focus on his former friend turned enemy, he had not noticed that eyes truly were watching him from the dark, a smirk stretched upon pale cheeks.
The man continued to watch his pray with his abnormally illuminated eyes, pure white light the stars within nighttime darkness, yet all Luke could see was a bird staring down from a tree about. It's black feathers were a mess, wings giving the ragged appearance that it was molting. Luke fixated his eyes upon it as he growled, taking his bow and placing an arrow against the string, pulling it back to fire.

D**m thing. He swore, hoping that if this beast were dead then he could finally get some peace.

Before he could make the shot, he noticed that glow from its eyes and the blank slates that they were. A small gasp rose from his mouth, and without a seconds notice, the bird took off into the canopy of leaves. Left startled, Luke fired, the arrowhead lodging itself into a tall point upon the tree. The assassin huffed, staring at the projectile that was positive to not come down for awhile, if ever. Once again a growl vibrated his throat as he placed his bow onto his back once more.

  "That was no normal bird. What the h**l?"

Before he could think much more before his ears flooded with the sickening sound of cracking bones. After a moment of his face twisting in disturbance, his eyes grew at the sound of a loud thud hitting the ground behind him. He spun around with his fingers wrapped tight around the handle of his blade on his side, only to find nothing but a tree and other vegetation surrounding it before his eyes. He did not allow himself to relax and let his guard down, keeping his grip on the handle of his blade in preparation for battle.
The demon stepped out from his cover behind a tree, facing the assassin's back. He could tell just by the sight of the mortal that he was strong and brace, but nothing could hide that taint of fear that rushed through the human's veins.

  "Well, Hello~" The man with white eyes purred.

Luke spun on his heels to quickly face the voice, holding out his sword now poised to strike. His brows crossed before growing wide, his body once still with confidence now trembling at the sight before him. What he saw before him left his body frozen in terror. The god of chaos and death itself...Herobrine.

  "Wh-what are...what are you doing here?!" His voice cracked while he tried to keep on the mask of strength, knowing that he stood no chance against the devil himself.

The demon stared him down with a smirk upon his chapped, scarred lips. Now that Luke was getting a closer look, only one eye was glowing, the other a faint cyan. The demons clothes were badly torn and burned, skin covered in patches of rotten flesh from burns and scars. The mortal trembled in his boots, unknowing of what to do in the presence of a killer god that had slaughtered thousands, if not millions.

  "Pointing a sword towards me? You are quite brave for a human, but you stand no chance against me~"

Luke stood his ground, pulling his weapon close to his body in defense. The demon let out a laugh that shook Luke's insides. Luke had no clue how to react, attack? Retreat? Or simply stand there and wait for the unpredictable? His nerves clenched his stomach, sweat dripping from his skin and his heart racing in his throat, rising into his aching ears. His throat filled with a pressure as if the anticipation would soon lead him to vomit.
Luke had no time to react before pain jolted up his back and the side of his face, finding himself suddenly pinned against the bark of a tree. His sword slipped from his tight grasp, Herobrine's bones fingers tightly around his right wrist with the other pressing his head against the tree. The vessel was bitter cold, turning the skin blue underneath his touch. Herobrine lifted his arm holding Luke's head, taking his other wrist to pin it by his side. Luke tried to break free, but this demon, no matter how slim his body was, proved to be unimaginably strong. The demon was not fazed by his struggles, his only movement being the gentle bounce of his shoulders as he chuckled.
Herobrine leaned closer to the mortal, Luke freezing up in fear as his face drew closer to his own. The skin of his face growing cold as their noses nearly touched.

  "Although, it is cute that you think you do."

Luke once again tried to pull himself away, but his body instantly froze when the demon leaned forward to forcibly push his lips against his own. Luke could feel the chapped skin and painful pressure that Herobrine was applying. Herobrine growled with the assassin's lack of cooperation, biting down onto his lips and tugging until they bled. When Luke finally screamed, he forced his tongueinto Luke's mouth, twirling it around his own. Luke kept struggling until eventually he finally gave in, his face burning from his own rising blood and a moan rising in his throat.
The demon was taken by surprise when the mortal began to kiss back. And he found himself enjoying the experience.
He pulled back to let the human breathe, staring into his mismatched eyes, his pale, scarred face turned red.

  "You better not tell your emperor about this affair." The god warned, his eyes seeming to glow brighter. "You'll make him jealous."

Luke's eyes grew, snapping out of his brief lust. "This affair?! There is nothing between us! And..." The realization struck him. The emperor and this demon, both responsible for the deaths of many had a connection.

  "How do you know the emperor?"

Herobrine simply tilted his head to the side, his smirk never leaving his face. "Some secrets aren't meant to be shared. Just as our little meeting now. You tell a soul and I will not show mercy." Herobrine pulled off Luke's scarf, dropping it to the ground.

The assassin was once again met with the lips of the god, this time on his neck. He tried pushing him away, biting his lips to hold back his load moan that failed to stay at bay behind his clenched teeth. A light shiver of pleasure ran down his spine as the demons fingers cascaded and caressed his skin, forcing themselves his armor. His back slid down the bark, Herobrine pushing him down until they were sitting, Herobrine sitting between his legs.

  "That's my end of the deal. You stay silent, you live. Perhaps then...this won't be our last meeting."

Luke sat there in silence, panting from the pleasure and pain of newly formed bruising on his neck. The human said nothing before the affair that day continued, bodies tangled together, intoxicated by the others touch.

  "Okay...deal."