Hybrids of Team Crafted: The Devil's Revenge

The Apocalypse

  Israphel had been busy.

  The ten teleported into the nearby area, seeing Israphel surrounded by his goons. Not just that, he was also surrounded by a bunch of people and squids. Followers of the Devil's cult.

  The sky was red, tinged with patches of purple and orange. Large amounts of the sky was glitching out as well, as orange lightning flashed around them.

  The group exchanged glances, that didn't look good at all.

  Israphel was giving a speech to his followers, while the Four Horsemen of Apocalypse, as Israphel had proudly called them, were at his side, acting as bodyguards and constantly on edge.

  Beside them, lay the ruins of an army base. The walls cracked but otherwise unscathed, ringing them all inside a stone circle like an arena. But the other buildings were completely obliterated. Dramatic, much? Sky didn't dare think what Israphel did to the people there.

  Sky found Israphel even more ugly in person, as scales glitted dully on his skin, which spread from the bridge of his nose to his forehead.

  A clap of thunder brought the ten, which were busy hiding among the surroundings, all back to Israphel, who had just unleashed another wave of grey and orange storm clouds.

  Suddenly, a glowing rift of white appeared, as the sky gradually darkened to a shade of magenta and violet. The crowd before Israphel roared in approval as the brilliant rift grew and the ground shook.

  "My friends!" Israphel announced," this is the end! Ragnarok dawns!"

  The crowd roared and cheered, as if Israphel was a superstar and a saviour, which according to them, he was.

  "And the self proclaimed God of Minecraftia-" he stopped abruptly, as a manical grin spread across his pale face as he faced the ten, his eyes glowing bright crimson," Oh lovely, he has brought us some guests."

  The crowd turned their eyes to Team Crafted, Herobrine and Shaman, who stared them down. But Sky hated to admit, he didn't feel all that comfortable with all those eyes on him and his friends.

  "Perfect," Israphel purred, as his henchmen drew their weapons beside him," Let's give them a taste of this cult's power, shall we?"

  He then pointed his finger at the ten," Show them our power, my friends!"

  With feral howls, the crowd charged.

  "Aw, man," Ty summoned his Ender sword, while the rest of them drew their weapons. Herobrine's sword appeared in a flash of light, energy pulsing and arcing up and down in the form of lightning.

  "Let's get them!" Mitch yelled, and the ten charged against the sea of enemies.

  What could be used to describe the battle?

  Complete chaos.

  Okay, no, not really.

  Sky unleashed a lightning blast, incinerating the first of the enemies that were so unlucky to become cannon fodder. Jason rose into the air as he launched wither bombs at the incredibly massive mob, who suddenly had weapons in their hands.

  Herobrine swept his sword, and a rippling wave of pure energy hurtled itself at the enemy, incinerating them in seconds. He then almost cleaved off the head of one of the Devil's followers, then paused abruptly. That was wrong. Those people were innocent, they were only misguided by Israphel's lies.

  "Guys!" He yelled, as he knocked the person out instead," Go for the Devil!"

  The team and Shaman responded, fighting through the horde. Shaman had summoned his wolf pack, and suddenly they were clearing a path for them to the Devil.