Cruel but Gentle - Herobrine X Steve

Chapter 28

The once immaculate bedroom was in shambles. The bedsheets rested half on the floor with tears in the once-seamless fabric, wallpaper ripped and torn as if a savage beast had attacked it mercilessly, the wooden remains of a pair of bedside tables strewn about the messy, carpeted floor.

The light had remained off for countless days now. Herobrine had no idea how long he had been in here, however it couldn't have been more than a couple of hours; he spends most of his time tailing a certain mortal.

A certain stupid mortal.

Rough hands tugged violently at Herobrine's brown hair. His own hands. The god seemed to not be able to keep still, pacing about the wrecked room and kicking everything that dared cross his path. How could Steve be so stupid that he would seek out his murderer? Why would he risk falling from the fourth floor of a castle just to chase after him?

Opal eyes glowed with a violent gleam, wisps of light seeming to flow from them. It was all Herobrine's fault; he killed Steve. He drove a powerful sword deep into the weak flesh of his mortal. He had torn sinews and ripped apart muscles. He broke him.

Herobrine was a murderer, which wasn't a new revelation - he had murdered humans since the day they were created - but now...now he had heartlessly killed the only mortal who was different, who was perfect.

Warm, angry tears flowed silently down the god's cheeks. He had never deserved Steve. Not even at the very beginning, especially not at the very beginning.

For, at the beginning, Herobrine had spotted a mortal (one made in his image) who deserved to die. Herobrine had intended to toy with the mortal, to break his mind and push him so far that he lost all sense of himself. He wanted to break this pathetic mortal.

But, when Herobrine had looked into his mind to find his deepest fears, he found a human who was just trying to help out. A man who would always stop to pick up something someone had dropped or who would smile at everyone he passed, despite how bad of a mood he was in.

When Herobrine would look into a human's brain, he could see all the little lies they told others so often they had even began to believe to themselves. Their minds were always so cluttered and messy; filled with thoughts of random nonsense which proved less than useless.

In Steve's mind, he saw a simple goal. A goal to make someone's day just a little better. It wasn't unrealistic, as many human goals were, and it wasn't for personal gain.

So Herobrine decided he liked this human and let him keep his mind, at least for a while longer. Of course, just leaving the human alone wouldn't be interesting.

How naive was he back then? To not see how Steve was perfect? Herobrine was stupid, so very stupid. He had damaged the porcelain which had been expertly crafted to make Steve, and now he could never forgive himself.

Letting out a sudden cry of fury, Herobrine's magic released itself in twin bursts of fire, which roared about his clenched fists. He flung the blaze towards his bed. The only remaining furniture (that had been) still mostly intact.

A loud boom vibrated though Herobrine's ears but he paid it no mind. The bed had been reduced to splinters scattered about the room in a chaotic fashion, the mattress burnt to a smouldering ash.

Herobrine heaved heavy, rage-filled breaths. It was all his fault.

Then, there was a knock to his door. It was short and sounded marginally hesitant.

"Lord Herobrine?" It was General Hexero, leader of the Zombie army.

"What?!" Herobrine yelled, eyes ablaze with anger. He had commanded to be left alone, however there was always the chance for an emergency. Behind the door, General Hexero flinched back, hesitating before trying again.