Adventures of Sebrina: Finding for Lost Parents

CHAPTER 9: DREADLORD AND DEVILBRINE'S STORY

===The Next Day===

~~~Devilbrine's P.o.V.~~~

I saw Sebrina in the throne room, thinking about something. I came in, and bowed before her. I went towards her.

"Is everything alright, Queen Sebrina?", I asked. I call her Darling when there are no soldiers around. She looked at me, quite stressed up.
"Yes, Grandpa... I am okay... Just thinking about that Breach Portal on the End... If it was even true...", she muttered. I sighed.
"My Queen... I can help you in searching for the Breach Portal.", I offered.
"Thank you, Grandpa.", she said, smiling.

After a few moments, we went to the dining table to eat. As we sat down,I noticed that my granddaughter is listless.

"Is there any problem, Darling?", I asked, concerned. She sighed.
"I miss Mom so much... He always cooks food for us...", she muttered. I tapped her shoulder.
"They will be okay, Sebrina... I'm sure of it... I also missed your Mom and Dad... Those two act like kids sometimes...", I joked. She laughed, along with me.
"Let's eat, Darling...", I said, as we ate.

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I was training my army, when suddenly, an explosion occured near the place. I stood up, stretched my wings, and flapped them, flying to the place were the explosion came from.

I saw someone wearing a violet cloak with hood. I saw that his hand were bony, and that he was quite familiar to me.

He faced me, his empty, black eyes glaring coldly at me. Although he had a skull for a head, I knew that he was smirking maliciously. I growled lowly, gritting my teeth, as I balled my fists.

"How dare you come here to the Nether, Dreadlord!?", I growled, my red eyes glaring directly to his cold, black eyes. He chuckled darkly.
"You know that I want to conquer Minecraft so much, Cousin...", he sneered.

My blood boiled when I heared the word 'Cousin'.

He broke that relationship with me.

===Flashback===

Me and my elder cousin, Dreadlord, were playing in the Nethery landscape. We swam happily in the lava, not minding the calls of our parents.

"Dreadlord! Devilbrine! Come and eat!", my Mom shouted.
"Later, Auntie!", Dreadlord answered.

And we just swam happily on the lava. My father, Mandobrine, came, holding a long stick, along with my mother, Bettina. Along with Dreadlord's Dad, Hadeino, and Mom, Akirra.

They walloped us on-the-spot.

At home, me and Dreadlord played a lot of  Snake and Ladders. We made a lot of good memories before.

That is, when we are still 6 and 10, respectively.

Things changed, 10 years later.

Dreadlord became evil. He became King of the Demons. He raids villages in the Overworld, and kills people mercilessly. I wanted to stop him. I tried to talk to him, but he wouldn't listen...

"I will be what I want to be, Cousin!", he bellowed at me.
"But, Cousin, stop killing! They were innocent!", I said.

But he wouldn't really listen.

Despite being the Army's General, I didn't raid villages.

Dreadlord became mad, and drove me away.

Once, I saw a woman named Lucida. She was a mere mortal. But she caught my heart.

I loved her.

Then, I discovered that she had a husband, Angelo the Angel, and that she had a son: Notch.

One day, Angelo got killed in the war. Lucida cried for days. I became her friend, boyfriend, and eventually, her husband.

6 years later, she was pregnant to our son, Herobrine.

Dreadlord discovered it.

He was so angry, he almost killed me.

"You, Devilbrine! I trusted you! But you broke that trust! I thought that you will kill Mortals, but no... You even married one of them!", he growled.
"I love her! And that will not change!", I bellowed. He chuckled.
"Once your wife gives birth, she will hate you... She will despise you and your son. And on your son's 1st birthday, I will take your soul, and I will own your body as mine. He will suffer in my hands! He will be the most murderous Demon of all! He will be the harshest King ever! Mark my words", he bellowed at me, and he disappeared in a puff of black, pixelly smoke.

And Lucida hated me, once she gave birth to Herobrine.

And on his first birthday, Dreadlord possessed my body.

I cried every day, every night. I cannot stand watching Dreadlord use my body to torture and rape my six-year-old son. Years came by, and he was right:

Herobrine became the most evil, most murderous, the harshest King of the Demons in all of history.

I wished that there will be something that will return me back to my normal self.

I regained my mind, a century or more later, when my own, girly son bellowed at me about the horrible things that I did.

And since then, Dreadlord haunted us.

===End of Flashback===

I growled at him.

"Never call me Cousin ever again!", I bellowed. I pointed a shaky finger to him.
"You... You made me and my son's lives a LIVING HELL!!!", I added. He chuckled darkly.
"And I will not let you conquer Minecraft!", I added, narrowing my eyes.
"Hard-headed, huh? Oh, Devilbrine... When will you learn? I am much more powerful than you are. I went on years of training in combat. But you... You attend nothing, and YOU are NOTHING...", he hissed at me.

I felt anger and desire for revenge seep through my veins. I held my sword very tightly. I felt tears fall to my cheeks.

"Why?", he sneered.
"Affected? Why, it's true...", he mocked.

"Why should I? I am not crying for myself, idiot. I am crying for my son, whom you raped and tortured!", I hissed back. He chuckled darkly.
"Devilbrine... Devilbrine... Oh... Tsk...", he mumbled. I glared at him.
"You still hoped that your son was still alive?", he asked me, his eyes sparkling, despite of emptiness.
"Him and Steve were alive, and I knew that they will be back...", I hissed at him.

Dreadlord cackled evilly, his demonic voice echoing thoroughout the Nether. After a moment, he stopped. He glared at me with those, empty, black eye sockets.

"You really thought that they were alive, Devilbrine? Oh... How would you look at that... Hoping for NOTHING!!!", he growled at me.

There is something going on... I smell something fishy in this situation:

What does he mean by that?

He cackled once more.

"Thinking about what I meant?", he asked in a sneering tone.
"What did you do to them? Where are they?", I asked, getting very nervous at this stage.

There is really something that's going on. Something not-so-good was going on...

Dreadlord's tone and words... They are dead serious... I wonder what he's up to...

But I am very sure:

It was up to no good.

Then, suddenly, he summoned something.