The Crossover (A Hermitcraft Story)

Part 8

"So... close. I can feel the power I cradle in my fingertips, tingling my broken, cracked fingers. Soon, these will be hands once again, truly limbs worthy of the descendant of Notch. I can already feel it in my veins... He will be proud of me once again."

"The hallway... it is not trapped? The brit must have known better than to have left it lying around, exposed to the prying eyes of the outside world... but this matters not, in a world where no matter what happens, I will reign supreme. There is no stopping me. I am all-powerful, far above the cockroaches that call themselves hermits, all wisps of air that call themselves heroes. I exist on a plane of existence that only I can dwell in, and today, my horses are saddled for a whole new dimension of power, of greatness, of loyalty. My third horseman has arrived. It is time."

"Such meddling fools, dipping their fingers in a business such as this. It would be better for the Voider to call off his subjects. I only want power, not casualties, yet the prophecy and foreshadows have told differently."

The man deep in thought suddenly stopped and with a wave of his hand, his companionment dispersed into the air surrounding, wings, swords and all. Eyes glowing a white aura, the cloaked man pulled an obsidian blade out before him, blade flat towards the face, stance kneeling. Over him, a floating godlike scroll shimmered, casting a shadow worthy of a million men. A dark encasing of blood red particles and flashing red lights slowly conquered the perimeter of the shadow, enveloping the man in  shroud of black, his eyes the only orbs of light in a universe of dark.

"Embrace me, Master of Redstone, allow my fragile unworthy hands to smooth the crevices of the sacred scroll, to flicker upon the glowing papyrus, to cancel the imperfections, to caress the edges and to take the knowledge of this scroll. I am Herobrine, Son of Notch, creator of Minecraft, Brother of Steve, Governor of the land, Brother-in-law to Alex, Governor of the heavens, Godson of Jeb, Governor of the underground. I take on this scroll to return the knowledge to where it should have been, completing a task, a revenge long forgotten. I combine the power of Notch, the strength of Steve, the serenity of Alex, the fierceness of Jeb and the magic combined by the four strong, the deadliest of all magic. I possess Cubfan135, wielder of the vex magic, player of hermitcraft, stronger than the admin himself, the Voider who has two faces, superior to one even in possession of raw power, kneeling to submission in only one aspect, to his brother, his love, his hatred, the one that wields magic stronger than his. Always second, always last. Steve and I. Always second, always last. Him and the other. Together, we are stronger than our superiors. Oppressed, leashed, tortured. Now, we combine as one, to free this scroll at long last. Give up your knowledge, a knowledge that should have belonged to us. Give it up to I, Herobrine, destroyer of worlds, Governor of the End. Knowledge, known by us, needed by us. We need it. The era has fallen into our hands. Knowledge. Knowledge is key. The Crossover... it is coming. Let this acquisition mark a new time, a new phase, a new era!"

His eyes began to glow at such a bright state that they seamt cracked. The combined howls of Herobrine and Cubfan135 echoed throughout the encasing, each for their own purposes, for joy and for sorrow, fear and anguish or delight and surprise, a menacing cackle or an emotional sob. But nobody came.

The face of the damned split in the middle, and for once in days, the face reunited with it's eye.

The two mouths began to contort in a grotesque, horrid way, all scarred and dry, but each had his own purpose a they screamed in pain.

"Scar... Please..."

"Let the Crossover begin!"

Hello! This is AFKWriter.

Before you ask, this is not a filler. I know it's shorter, but I spent at least 2 hours sitting, discarding and coming up with new ideas to develop the storyline. This chapter, dare I say might be the most important of all of them so far, so look carefully for details! 

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