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Wemmbu knows he isn't innocent. Knows the blood staining his soul endlessly which burns in hurry.
He thinks it began when Zam betrayed him, blew his kingdom for a cause that didn't exist. Paranoia bursting through invisible cracks—overflowing till all that is left is pride.
Pathetic bug
The demon ignores his heart aching, looks for a distraction—
anything that makes life a bit more bearable.
Of course, the heavens must despise his existence by then having his..
By taking Mane away from him. Maybe Mane took the decision to leave instead of fate itself.
And from that day forward, determination swarmed his heart—
Did he ever hold a heart in the first place?
—and Wemmbu swore to never let anyone else call him a lost cause.
His maces, Gambit and Crucible stood by his side fatefully. Loyal.
So did Egg.
*
Along his journey of getting stronger, Wemmbu began realizing.
His determination—Manepears determination—of whoever wins a fight for survival is the strongest faltered.
Who was Wemmbu proving himself for?
Mane?
Minute?
Lopezz?
Rejoice?
Egg?
He was chaos—following his purpose whenever given one.
It's always been that way.
Yet, why fight flame then?
Wemmbu hasn't been ordered nor hinted to defeat him.
Mane insisted he stay away from Flame, Minute scolded his lack of...
Of what?
Lopezz told Wemmbu that he only brings destruction. Rejoice comforted him into caring for his friends.
Egg repeatedly told him that he doesn't have to be the strongest. That his value is precious as is.
But Wemmbu had to follow—
had to obey his need.
Even if no human commaned him, who was a Demon if they denied their wants?
He too deserved something did he not?
If he denys his kinds laws—
would he still be accepted as a demon?
They weren't a demon at all— —Wemmbu ignores the fact that he knows this.
*
Flame has long left the battle ground.
Wemmbu had done it.
He had better the strongest player and claimed the title for himself.
The massa biome is covered in rumble, holes which perice through the earths core.
His mace and armour are painted in crismon.
His mouth is dry and...
Wemmbu should have been happy.
Should have been screaming out of joy
He finally was the strongest
So why wasn't he happy?
Why was he full of doubts? Why did he feel hollow?
Questions he ignored in the past resurfaced and slapped him in the face.
His eyes prick with tears which threaten to spill.
He can't cry. Crying was a sign of weakness.
Vunerability—He had always been vunerable hadnt he?
The walk to the end is blurry.
Wemmbu remembers his high crashing down
Blinking once, then twice—
Finding himself ontop of a bed in the end dimension.
A small weight makes itself noticble on his legs.
Wemmbu looks down at his friend sleeping.
Egg's frame is angelic. Pure. Holy.
Wemmbu is the opposite.
His hand moves subconcously and pets the angels hair.
The man below purrs in delight.
A smile forms on his face.
Not for long.
*
"Its okay"
Minutes have long passed by since Egg woke up.
Woke up to his friend crying hysterically while petting his head.
Hes holding Wemmbu like a little kid, body curled together with their head resting on his chest.
Egg doesn't speak, it's not nessessary.
Tears stain the angels shirt yet theres no complaint.
Wemmbu feels ruined.
It hurts.
His body hurts from
constantly running—
constantly trying—
Life hurts.
Wemmbu cries harder when Egg stays.
It's been lonley.
So lonley.
Wemmbu hates who he is.
How much longer will he suffer?
*
Its been over two years— two years since Mane left.
Two years since Wemmbu lost himself.
One year since he became determined.
Six months since Rejoice died.
Four weeks since Egg took an arrow for him.
One day since Wemmbu fought Flame.
Two hours since he started crying.19 years since we wished he had never felt determined.