The cloaked man paces, muttering under his breath and typing on a screen. The screen flashes red every time he presses enter. After many tries, the screen finally yields, allowing him to input the next bit of code as he tiptoes through the data, threading a thin string through the magic that makes up his bond with the body he possessed. It was a delicate operation, he'd already messed up his tag trying a similar thing.
Hours pass as he finishes the changes footsteps behind him alert to the presence of another.
"I believe my work here is done?"
"Yes. I have no more use for you. I'll promote you to admin shortly, I must hold up my side of the deal after all." He quickly pulls up a new screen.
Samgladiator has been promoted to Admin
"It's done. I'll be on my way shortly."
"Awesome! If you ever need a hand, just call me up!" Sam grinned. "Thanks Taurtis!"
"That's not my name."
"Hmm?"
The cloaked man pressed enter one last time, the operation complete as the watcher magic flowed through his body once again, mingling with the other changes as he removed his cloak.
Two pitch-black wings rested on his back now, like someone had dipped a pair of dragonfly wings into a pool of tar. A pair of sharp horns sat on his head, and void-purple veins ran across the surface of his skin. His ears had tapered off into points, and his eyes had gained a slight purple glow.
He turned around and faced Sam, finally comfortable in his host's old body.
"Call me ET."
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Freeze or Fall
FanfictionWith Grian still recovering and Evil Taurtis stronger than ever, Ex and Taurtis put their plan in motion, and not a moment too soon. A strange sickness is spreading through Hermitcraft, and it's side effects are... less than pleasant. Please read Bo...
