The love of a demigod | HeroSteve (On Ice for a while)

-2- The awakening

(Steve's FoV)
I stared at the male next to me, who stared at me with widened, white eyes and a cloth in his hand. He slowly placed it down and backed up as I searched for my sword on my side. My left arm was stabilized, causing me to be somewhat handicapped. I gripped my sword tightly with my right and pulled it out of my belt, standing up and pointing it at his throat. It was clear who he was, yet I somewhat thought he looked different.
The man was Herobrine. He had dark brown, messy hair and an extremely pale skin. He was clothed in pure black, had a black cape, black bracelets around his wrists and a long grey chain around his right ankle. His white eyes weren't completely white, a  thin grey line was around his irises.
I placed the sword tip on his throat, causing him to whimper in fear. "Please don't hurt me...", he whispered, pressing himself against the wall and closing his eyes in fear. I growled and pushed the blade a bit further towards him. A thin line of blood dripped from his throat and he immediately whimpered loudly until I growled, removed the sword, grabbed his shirtcollar and slammed him on the ground, holding him down and placing the sword on his throat again.
"DON'T HURT ME! DON'T HURT ME! I'M JUST TRYING TO HELP YOU!", he cried out, struggling to get out under me. But I had pinned him down too much. "Why the hell am I here?", I hissed, trying to put all my intimidation into my voice and actions. But it was hard since he seemed so adorable!
"Y-You fell d-down a-and almost h-hit me a-and you were u-unconscious a-and h-hurt and I-I thought y-you'd need h-help so I h-helped you a-and-", he stuttered in fear, not moving anymore and staring at me in dread. But I wasn't quite done with him. "And where the hell are we?", I asked. Herobrine looked down at the sword before answering quietly: "I-In my base..." I glared at him some more, then I stood up, but still keeping my sword on his throat. Then I looked around.
This "base" or whatever he might call it, actually looked pretty nice and comfortable. The walls were made out of stone like you'd expect, but he at least tried to make it look nice. On the floor was a red carpet. The living room was all of the rooms in one: Bedroom, living room, kitchen and a chestroom. Only the bathroom and the restroom were behind a wall and doors.
I looked down at Herobrine, only to notice that he was gone. My sword was just pointing at the empty air and I suddenly heard a soft rattle of chains behind me. I turned around asap.
Said man was standing behind me, a kitchen knife in his hand. But he was trembling so brutally that his knife shook too much to be a real danger to me. I raised my sword and pointed it at him. "Come on, try to murder me, demon.", I threatened. But Herobrine looked at the sword, then his knife. He seemed to have noticed that it was useless. So he just dropped the knife, raising his hands above his head. "I-I can't...", he whimpered. I went closer and pressed the blunt side of the sword on his shoulder, making him go down on his knees. I stepped on his knife and kicked it far away from him before glaring at him. "Be glad that I'm not a person to kill others in a matter of seconds.", I growled. Herobrine nodded in fear and looked down, his hands still on his head.
Somehow, I felt really bad for him. Who knows what he has been through since his exile? And considering the fact that he was so pale, he looked more like he was ill for a long time.
I kneeled down in front of him and started to search him for weapons or anything dangerous, always keeping my sword on his shoulder, close to his neck. One single wrong movement and I'd be able to decapitate him within heartbeats. I was quite aggressive around him, but I just wanted to make sure.
One thing I noticed is that he had little to no fat. In fact, I could easily feel his ribs under his thin shirt and his jeans. He kept his eyes closed and his teeth clenched, causing me to see his jawbone even easier. His breathing was rapid and he was definitely not the type to just kill someone. Or something changed that made him become pacifist.
No matter what, one thing was clear as the sky in summer: He's terrified of me and brutally malnourished.
I removed my sword and sighed deeply, placing my hand on his shoulder. Herobrine opened his eyes carefully and looked at me, still afraid but now rather confused. I gently stroke over his shoulders, feeling strong muscles, but also bones. That made me flinch a bit. "Why are you so skinny?", I asked him, my voice nothing more than a whisper. Herobrine hesitantly shrugged, lowering his arms. He didn't dare to answer my question tho, but I didn't want to make him tell me what happened. I felt pretty bad that I scared him like that, considering the fact that he was really just trying to help me.
I should thank him for that, and the fact that he tried to fix my arm.
I gave him my hand. "Thank you.", I said politely and stood up, going out of the house. I heard Herobrine stand up and run after me. "Hold on! What do you think you're doing?", he asked me sharply. I turned around, shrugging. "Going home." Herobrine stared at me for good two minutes before he lowered his head and shoulders. "Alright. Do it.", he whispered before turning around and going back to his home, closing the front door. The chain was dragged behind him from a huge pillar it seemed to be attached to.
I looked after him. Something was definitely wrong, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Instead, I just shrugged and turned to the wall of this ravine. I grabbed my second pickaxe and slammed it into the stone, testing if it was strong enough to hold my full weight. It was indeed. So I drank a potion of health for my arm and started to make my way up.
After a few minutes I finally arrived at the top, slamming my pickaxe one last time into the stone before pulling myself over the edge, panting heavily. A few moments I just laid there, trying to catch my breath until I looked down into the ravine, seeing that Herobrine was standing in front of his house, looking up towards me before turning around and going to the pillar. Then he was gone from my vision, melting with the shadows around him.
I felt really bad that I just left him down there to rot. When I told him I would be going, I saw something in his eyes I'd never expect from a demon: Desperation. He was alone there. No mob was there for him to talk to. And I don't even want to know how he gets something to eat. Probably from the animals that seemed to be falling from the edge.
I made myself turn away and go home. I'd be better off there, and no matter what, it would be probably bad to have him near me.
Even though I'm really sure that I just broke his heart once again.

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