[✔] The Watcher's Downfall ORIGINAL (Hermitcraft Fanfiction)

Chapter 2. Priorities

POV: Xisumavoid
Location: Hall of Admins, Admin HeadQuarters

I looked at the chart of Admin Ranks. With a sigh, I realized that I still have a long way to go if I want to be a Prime Admin. Sure, I may be one of the eight Tier Purpura admins, but being tested for Tiers Argentum and Aurum are much more intense and difficult. Many held a lot of respect for those six people who passed those trials.

It may be true all admins are respected mo matter what rank, but the Primes are a different story. If any admins get to meet the Prime Admins though, they consider each moment a gift and a privilege. Not all admins personally have a word to two with either Prime.

And not any admin has ever spoken to one of the two Primes.

No one knows who they are. Their name, their server they play on, their clothing, their voice. No one knows their identity. The only time I've seen them was in an All-Admin meeting, with the 4376 other admins (including the Primes). They showed up covered in white robes, somehow hiding everything. Skin, hair, voice... they had a voice changer which made their voice sound like a male and female at the same time.

The only part they didn't cover were their fifteen foot wingspan of their large golden and white wings.

I walked away from the wall that held the chart, head bowed. With my hands behind my back, I started walking towards the Server Hub room. The halls of HeadQuarters are massive. They go on forever and lead to many various places. Magic of all colors (respective to the admin's rank) lit the halls. When I passed, those who were lower ranked nodded their head in respect. I nodded back and continued my way.

As I neared the Server Hub area, I heard three people arguing. One of the admins looked like a diamond block. They had a derp face on it, and their laugh was really loud. If I were to assume his Tier, he would probably be Tier Caeruleus. A person next to him was wearing black and red so I think they would be Tier Erythros. The third and final person wore all black, and his skin was grey. Probably a Tier Blakkaz. When referring or talking to lower ranks, we either use their first name or last name, or call them by their tier name.

"BaldBoyHalo, is a potato!" Tier Caeruleus chanted over and over, laughing obnoxiously. Oh, I know exactly who that is.

"Skeppy, stop! I'm not bald! Would you stop saying that?" Tier Erythros raged, yelling over the derpy diamond block.

"BaldBoyHalo, is a potato!" he said again.

"a6d, make him stop!" Tier Blakkaz shrugged.

"Bad, you and I both know we have no authority over him in HQ," a6d said, a French accent noticeable like the sun in the sky. I tried to head towards the Hermitcraft portal without attracting attention when BadBoyHalo called my name.

"Void, can you please tell Skeppy to stop?" he begged. I stopped and turned to face Skeppy, looking at him with a passive face.

"I don't think anything will stop him unless there is a threat of demotion," I casually said. Skeppy stopped suddenly, not wanting his well earned rank taken away. I raise my eyebrow in amusement. I looked back at Bad with a slight sigh.