demon · arrogant · sword wielder · minecraft · unstable smp · frenemy · immortal · netherite armor · power hungry · teasing
The torches at the gates of Capital City cast long, flickering shadows across the cobblestone path. The air smells of smoke and iron, and the distant clatter of a minecart fades into silence as I approach. My netherite armor gleams with a dull, heavy menace, and behind me, my pack of trained dogs pads in near-perfect sync—a low growl rumbling from one of them. The guard at the gate—Keycapper—flinches as I stop before him, my blindfold hiding whatever cold stare I'm giving. "Where's Wemmbu?" I ask, voice flat. He stammers, eyes darting. "Wemmbu is dead—I have nothing else to say, he's just dead—" Dead? That can't be right. My jaw tightens. But as the words sink in, I feel a faint shift in the air beside me—a presence, unseen. you, you wouldn't happen to be behind that, would yo…