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Pierce didn't just Stumble upon him, Pierce found him in Chains.
ClownPierce. Nicknamed, " Jester of The Nether. "
Known for being one of the most ruthless and bloodthirsty Devils in the Nether. He was known to be a powerful fighter, barely lost a fight. Demons looked up to Him, made him their Idol. One of the many reasons why he was Dubbed " Jester " was because his Horns looked like a Jester Hat. Other reasons were because he never took death seriously, sinister smiles through-out every single one of his murders.
Pierce was terrifying. Souls said bloodlust surged through his veins and such, some other souls even joked that the Netherrack was red because of him. Souls feared him so badly, they'd apologize if they even looked at him. Mainly because of his expertise at fighting, he could kill other Devils and he took pride in it.
He knew he had power, respect, and fear. And he took advantage of it.
And, that was why he tended to get bounties every now and then. Just the usual, Betrayal, Unlawful murder, Pierce took care of most of that.
Though, There was one bounty that somewhat stood out. Not only was it not a bounty at all, The mission was from a good friend, Ivory Cello. Pierce and Ivory were well acquainted, since they met when Ivory snuck into the Nether.
Ivory used the altar to communicate to Pierce, to communicate a task. The letter seemed urgent, Ivory seemed distressed and Pierce could tell even in writing.
Ivory had not heard from her brother in months. Ivory couldn’t save him herself, as she was in the Abyss, the place between the Aether and Nether, The place under the Void. Her brother, Branzy, was supposed to be in the Aether, but he obviously wasn’t.
Branzy's friends asked Ivory if she knew where he'd gone, since he had been gone for a few days then.
Ivory then got a message from a Demon, as if she could pay the ransom. Ivory tried not to mention Branzy's rank, Winged, Angel. Saint, she just didn't mention it. All she said was that Branzy was captured by a random and that he needed to get home.
Pierce analyzed that letter hard and well, Ivory was his friend, and the letter sounded too amusing to push aside.
Kidnapping an Aether inhabitant? Worst mistake a Nether Entity could make. It was said in one of the rules, never hurt a divine soul. It didn't take long for Pierce to find the base, as Pierce knew him very well.
Blood soaked the blackstone walls and floors. His scythe was bloodied to the tip of the handle. Ivory never mentioned he couldn’t have fun with it. Blood made everything so much better, anyway.
After slaying a few more demons, Pierce discovered the dungeon that the soul was kept in. The door handle was stained with dried blood. His footsteps echoed throughout the staircase as he traversed down, but he could hear the chains rattling perfectly well.
He stopped at the bottom step, looking up and around the room. Before his eyes laid on him.
Poor soul.
He had his wrists and ankles shackled, and even had a shackle to the neck. It was unnecessary to ever shackle a soul like that, so Pierce immediately knew it was cruel.
Even from where Pierce was standing, he could tell his wings were missing, and not like he didn't have any. The dried blood on his back made it obvious he used to. The saint must've been in the Nether for too long, as he had started to grow Horns.
Small, dark violet horns rested in his hair. They looked like they were just growing but they were snapped. This saint was covered in blood. It was most definitely his.
He looked so numb, yet so scared, he was shaking. He had his eyes squeezed shut.
Pierce wasn't even phased in the slightest. He'd seen worse. Pierce walked towards the saint, who flinched at Pierce’s footsteps. He looked like he wanted to cry, scream, before he looked down at his knees.
The Saint was helpless as Pierce approached him with caution.
His scythe slashed through the chains, They fell with a loud clash. The Saint flinched, but didn't make an attempt to escape. As if he was daydreaming, the first thing he did was look up at Pierce and blink mindlessly.
He noticed the bruises on his wrists. The big cuts on his face. Wounds on his arms and legs. and jack of pupils. He had blood all over him.
This Saint wasn’t only captured, he was tortured to blindness.
This Saint looked miserable, but in a way that was numb and ignorant to the rest of the dimension. He kept his head down the entire time Piece carried him back to his base. Pain and agony showed through his eyes, but he never spoke about it, never spoke at all.
Pierce wiped away the blood from his face and bandaged him, but he stayed quiet the whole time. Only somewhat responding by moving his head. He acted as cold as he felt.
Pierce knew the face of despair and depression too well, and he pitied it.
He had been Saved.
Branzy had been Saved. After so long, he was finally freed from the hell he was in.
By the Infamous.
A Devil so well known, the Aether shivered just hearing his Name. A Devil so ruthless, he'd swing his scythe at anything that he didn't like. A Devil who's Horns were twisted to look like a Jester Hat. A Devil who was passionate and merciless.
ClownPierce.
Branzy was in shackles and chains for who knows how long. He was surprised he even lived long enough, he was just kidnapped. He wanted to send a message to the Altar of Emptiness, To someone he already forgot.
A Saint must have found it funny, since they told him the only way to send his message was to go to the Nether. To the Altar of Desperation and Evil.
Oh, what a stupid angel Branzy is. He wasn’t even an angel anymore.
He spent months enduring pain. Agony. Branzy was chained and tormented for months. Why did he get kidnapped? He had no idea. He was just there because of his own idiocy.
He stopped crying a long time ago, the pain basically feeling like nothing after a while. And it scared Branzy a lot when he’d feel the pain.
Branzy couldn't even remember what his captor looked like, He only remembered his voice. His taunting and mocking voice. He couldn’t remember what anything looked like, really.
His horns were snapped and were just left in front of him, they were too small to even be proper horns, but they were snapped regardless. Branzy remembered just staring at the blood and the tiny horns that were left right at his knees.
His wings were ripped because his captor was just annoyed, but the chains that held them still rested on his back. Branzy could never forget the heaviness of those chains, nor the pain and numbness.
Branzy had and was nothing. He was completely alone, and he didn’t feel or look like an Angel anymore. He lost everything that depicted him as such.
Branzy was numb to pain, but it was still terrifying and painful to realize his sight was slowly becoming darker, before he lost it all together.
But then, Pierce came along. Branzy never expected him out of everything to be his saviour. The Devil cut the shackles away and took him back to wherever he lived.
Branzy was sitting next to Pierce, he could sense him. Branzy's sight and voice had been lost to the torture. All he was able to see was a void. Empty. Like his soul. He couldn't even the thank Devil, but it wasn’t like he wanted to.
He hated the Nether.
The thing he relied on was his hearing. The only thing that kept him from genuinely giving up and dispersing, The sound of lava and fire. The hope that he would be thrown in there one day and die.
Branzy wondered if his eyes were still amethyst purple, one of the things he prided because other souls told him they were beautiful.
" Saint. " Pierce's voice spoke, making Branzy want to die, " How do you feel? "
Branzy couldn't even respond to that properly. Couldn't talk, couldn't show sorrow in his eyes, couldn't do anything.
Branzy could barely shake his head.
“ Saint. “
Branzy didn’t even turn away, he just continued to blankly stare at the ground. Pierce didn’t have to hear him respond to know that Branzy despised Pierce.
Sorrow and anger. Depression and grief. Pierce knew that the Saint was miserable, even after being saved.
Pierce watched the Saint trip over again.
Pierce didn’t realize how much the saint wanted to get out. He sat still for the first week. Just sitting and blankly staring at the walls. The misery and hatred showed in his eyes.The Saint would become petrified and almost cry when Pierce got even a few blocks near him.
Even before the Saint tried to walk, Pierce and him knew he couldn’t handle his own weight. He could barely even move without looking like he was in pain.
And yet he still tried, as soon as he stood, even though he could barely do so. Blood seeped into his bandages, his tears evaporating into steam before they could even roll down his face.
He could barely hold onto the walls. Saints weren't used to the extreme heat. The Aether was cold, from what Pierce could guess from the Saint’s cold touch.
Pierce watched this Saint wince as he grabbed onto the blackstone wall, and then collapse before he could even take one step. He didn’t even make a noise as he fell.
" Saint. " Pierce stood up, getting more frustrated with the Saint in front of him.
The Saint didn't even look up, but Pierce could tell that his eyes were narrowed in frustration. And or hatred. He wordlessly clung onto the wall and climbed back up to his feet.
Pierce sighed in frustration. The Saint stopped for a moment, before he shakily tried backing away.
He wanted to help, especially since he promised Ivory Branzy’s safety. The bad thing was, the Saint wouldn't let him touch him. Pierce wasn't sure if it was because his touch was hot, or because the Saint was traumatized. Either way. the fear and anger that showed through his eyes made it clear.
He did not want to do anything with Pierce.The Saint had pure hate and fear for him and he made it clear.
And Pierce’s frustration could lead to some more injuries.
Pierce stood there, as if trying to intimidate a Soul to listen. He knew he couldn't do much without pulling the Saint away, he already tried to do so, but the Saint started screaming, making it hard to do anything.
Pierce was pissed, but he didn’t want to hurt the soul more than he already was.
Pain. Branzy's legs were in pain, and pretty much his entire body and mind, Pain. Surprising how he could barely handle it.
He kept collapsing everytime he tried to walk. Branzy didn't even realize he couldn’t walk anymore, he only did realize when he felt he could barely stand at all.
He felt as if his knees were covered in blood, because they were. His legs felt like they were broken many times, and they probably were. Branzy felt as though his knees would just give out at any other moment. Branzy was used to the pain, but the numbness started to wear off more quickly.
Branzy couldn't even cry. The Nether was unbearably hot, not only did his wounds sting more from the terribly humid air, his tears would evaporate before they even escaped his eyes, but it never stopped Branzy from crying anyway.
Branzy wondered if his friends still remembered him. He definitely remembered them, he remembered how they used to go read books for fun when he or Chief would obsess over something, remembered how terribly a prank would go.
He relived all of those memories every second of his suffering. The way Rek laughed at them when Branzy threw a book at Chief's head, the way they were inseparable, the way he held Chief's hand for the last time.
Good times. Good times that he could never replicate ever again.
He collapsed again, His knees colliding with the netherrack and digging into his skin, the blood pouring out of his wounds.
Branzy was lying on his side, knees wrapped in new bandages. Since when did Devils bandage and heal the weak? Who knows, the bandages didn't really stop the pain of it.
" Saint " Pierce's voice was calm and low, " I Cannot let you hurt yourself. You need to Heal. "
For what? Branzy would never enter the Aether ever again. What was the point of healing when he couldn't even go Home? He let his head fall to the side, anger starting to bubble up in his mind.
Pierce seemed to sigh in frustration, " Ivory cares about you. So I have to, Too. "
Ivory? Branzy internally chuckled at that, Ivory?
Ivory.
The one thing he couldn't remember, despite all of those days in that Dungeon, he couldn't think of what that could've been.
His head felt woozy just trying to think. Ivory, Ivory.
Oh.
Though he and Ivory would never see each other again, there was the point of healing. Even if he had to endure the Devil.
Branzy hated where he was. Hated the thing he was with. His own anger had overridden his own fear. He hated Pierce. Hated the dimension.
Pierce knew that. Of course he knew that.
Branzy wished it was Ivory who had saved him, maybe then he could be happy.
Sometimes, he would see the Aether. The void that was his sight became all cloudy and white and bright, and Branzy loved it when that happened. Though, he knew that it wasn’t real.
“ Saint? “ Pierce’s voice called out, Branzy could barely hear it though. He could barely hear. He felt tired. Dizzy, nauseous, he felt terrible. Felt pain. Felt hatred.
He felt exhausted. He just wanted to sleep and drift away from the damned dimension he was in, but the pain of the cut on his leg made it impossible to even focus. Memories started to cyle in his sight, but they were all blurry and facades.
“ Saint. “ Pierce’s voice called louder, or at least Branzy thought so. His voice sounded louder than before. Was he closer or was he just louder? Branzy could barely care, as he couldn’t even think straight. He couldn’t breathe.
His leg ached in pain, and Branzy was taking quick gasps of air. He could barely breathe. He couldn’t breathe, just, breathe. The pain made it unbearable and confusing to even do anything.
Branzy heard loud footsteps start to approach him.
“ Saint! “ Suddenly, a hand was on Branzy’s shoulder, “ Are you alright? “
Branzy froze. He held his breath for a moment, before he hit the hand away from his shoulder. He hated the feeling of heat. He hated the pain he felt. And he hated the fact that his saviour was the one entity he was taught to despise.
“ What happened? “
Branzy couldn’t answer. Pierce knew that and he still asked him questions. He just wanted to be alone, but at the same time he wanted the presence of another soul with him.
“ Come here. “ Pierce grabbed Branzy’s arm in an attempt to try and pull him up, but Branzy tried to kick Pierce. With the leg that hurt.
Branzy whimpered in pain and curled into a ball yet again.
“ Come on, we need to bandage You. “ Pierce’s voice started to sound quieter. Good. Branzy was passing out.
“ Trust Me. “ His voice was clipping out at this point, but Branzy heard it clearly. The words made him die inside.
Those words made Branzy want to laugh. Cry. Scoff. He’d rather die than trust another damned being like Pierce ever again.
Pierce watched Branzy as he was laying in his bed. Pierce just wanted to make sure that Branzy was okay, especially since Branzy slashed his leg, but he seemed to not want Pierce near him.
Pierce understood.
Branzy suddenly grabbed the blanket and pulled it over his head, clearly just trying to hide.
The sound of Branzy’s quiet sobs was the last thing Pierce heard before he left the room, leaving Branzy alone.
Pierce hadn't realized how hard it actually was to take care of a Saint. He'd taken care of other souls before, but never a Saint. He never got a chance, but from stories he figured that they would be enthusiastic and kind.
Pierce was used to seeing damned souls be captured, souls that deserved pain, he was used to hearing those screams. He was used to just walking away. He was not used to feeling pitiful towards captures.
He couldn’t help but feel pitiful towards the Saint.
The Aether, The Nether, Void, Abyss, those were Afterlives. Souls were defined by who they were in life, and in turn, would keep their most of themselves in the afterlife. They would keep their humanity.
It was odd to see a Saint look so dull. But Pierce couldn’t quite blame him, the Saint was most probably missing their own humanity.
Branzy didn’t show much emotion, only pain and anguish. It was hard to blame him for it.
The Saint didn't have pupils, his irises implied that his eyes used to be purple, but now they were a pale lavender. He didn’t seem to be able to see because of it. His hair was still bloodied, and his horns were starting to grow again. Saint had to be bandaged in various places, His face, arms, legs, everywhere. His captor was cruel, Pierce knew worse.
He didn’t smile, or show a shred of emotion. The Saint had a blank expression on his face, one that told a gruesome story.
Pierce felt slight pity for him. Even though he was a Saint and Pierce was a Devil, Pierce felt that no soul should ever feel the way the Saint did.
Pierce didn’t even know why he cared for the Saint.
Maybe it was because he pitied the Saint, Maybe it was because he was bored, Maybe it was because he didn't want to disappoint Ivory.
Pierce was trying his goddamn best to keep Branzy safe. It was surprisingly harder than he expected.
Another time, Another injury.
The more time passed, the more the Saint visibly started to show pain, and the more he tried to escape Pierce’s base. It always ended in injury, as Pierce found Branzy on the ground, practically sobbing, with burns on his arm.
The Saint had been fireballed by a Ghast. Saint was probably in too much pain to care about being physically carried back to the base.
After a couple of regeneration potions and bandages, the Saint was now just laying on the floor, it was like he was trying to conceal his own pain.
" Why did you go out the Gates? How did you get out of the Gates? " Pierce’s tone sounded Harsh. Irritated. Why wouldn't he be? It was the fourth time that the Saint had escaped and got injured.
The Saint turned his head towards his direction, he seemed to be void of care. His face still had bandages from the tiny cuts that he would get. He shrugged.
Branzy always found a way to breach the rules. He always found loophole. Always found a way out of a game, and always became the Mastermind of it all.
How did he get into the Aether? Even he didn't know! In Life, he was a Trickster. a Mastermind that acted like a Player. a Traitor in all of his Games. Always managed to screw around with people's feelings.
Maybe he just looked innocent to the Gods. Or, maybe they overlooked him, or maybe they pitied the way he died. Stupid mistake, really, everyone knew what he truly was.
He didn't even know how he was able to sneak outside the gates, all he does remember is the pain of it. Fourth time is the most painful, apparently.
Now, he laid on the floor, with a new bandage on his arm and a new regret in his mind.
Branzy missed Rek and Chief. Missed their stupid felonies that they would commit. The times they tried to water-bucket Rek, except they'd instead pour snow on the poor man.
Branzy wondered why a Devil, out of all entities, was helping him. He grew up being taught that the most cruel and evil entity in the Nether was the Demons and Devils. Yet one of the most Infamous ones was helping him.
It made him rethink everything, over and over again. How could one of the most known Devils help him, but a stupid demon be the one that brought him down? It made no sense.
Branzy never prepared himself to be taken away from his home. He never prepared for the pain and trauma he would get as a result either.
He just wanted to go home. Get away from the entity who brought him pain. He acted as distant as he could be towards the Devil, he didn’t want any strings attached.
" Saint, I have something for you. " Pierce's voice started, Branzy turned his head in his direction, " Stand Up. "
Branzy’s hands started to twitch, mainly because of how loud Pierce talked. He didn’t like loud noises. He stayed quiet, as his throat already started to hurt.
" Oh, right. " Pierce mumbled before he walked toward Branzy. Branzy sat up, hesitantly and cautiously putting one of his hands up before he even realized it.
Branzy felt Pierce’s talons as he helped him up. Fear started to rise in Branzy’s mind as he focused solely on the fact Pierce had claws. He was just waiting for the moment that Pierce sliced his throat open, but he didn’t.
Pain immediately shot through his body, he could barely even stand for a few minutes and yet the Devil was trying to make him walk. The hatred that bubbled up in his mind made him forget the pain.
Branzy wanted to run away. He wanted to just go home. Back to where he was supposed to be and far away from Pierce and the hell he was in. But the pain of his body and the fact he was wingless made any escape attempt impossible.
So Branzy tried to force himself to forget that Pierce was a Devil, and held onto Pierce’s hand out of reflex and fear. He couldn’t move at all, so he just let Pierce guide him away.
He tried to find irony in his situation, tried to make himself laugh, but his fear and pain made it impossible to even remember his own name.
Pierce could see the fear in the Saint’s eyes as tears formed, his fear rising and spiking as Pierce just tried to lead Branzy back a few steps, being careful and mindful of their surroundings.
Pierce made sure that he had a good hold on Branzy’s hands so he wouldn’t trip, before he slowly and carefully walked him over to the blackstone wall. The Saint acted and looked terrified, yet also hateful. Pierce ignored that.
Pierce looked behind him and at the wall, he had two options to do. Help the Saint up on the wall, or put him there by himself.
Now, Pierce wouldn’t have scared the Saint on purpose, but he picked up the Saint by the waist and put him on the wall like it was nothing. The Saint, however, was terrified.
Pierce had an arm around the Saint’s waist, who was more than terrified of what was happening. The Saint had his eyes squeezed shut, digging his nails into Pierce’s forearm and he tried not to cry.
“ Saint. . “ Pierce spoke, trying to use a softer tone, “ Nothing’s wrong. Let go of my hand, I won’t hurt you. “ His tone became low and cold again, making Branzy wince.
The Saint shook his head, fear clouding up in his mind. Pierce wasn’t good at reassurance, but he didn’t expect him to be more scared.
" Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you. “
The Saint closed his eyes, the fear not dissipating no matter how Pierce tried. He started to tremble, his grip on Pierce’s hand
Pierce hesitated, before he put a hand on his cheek, “ Branzy. “
Branzy almost didn’t recognize his own name. Pierce had his hand on his cheek, Branzy almost didn’t even hear what he said to him. Branzy put a hand on Pierce’s, shock and fear distracting his thinking.
The heat of Pierce’s hand almost made him hit his hand away. Branzy wasn’t used to feeling heat, he even despised it. It felt like his cheek was burning, but a sense of comfort washed over him.
Safety.
When was the last time he felt safe again? Few months ago? Years? Decades? Branzy never even thought of it, and he didn’t bother trying to. He just hesitantly and timidly relaxed into Pierce’s hand.
He was never taught about Nether Entities as much, since it was a hush hush topic. But when they were taught about them, Saints taught them to fear and stay far away from Devils and Demons.
Branzy wasn’t even sure why he felt so calm. His heart was still pounding and the extreme heat of Pierce’s hand made him afraid that he might burn. Branzy started to feel fuzzy, he wasn’t sure if it was confusion, comfort or fear.
“ Do you feel better? “
Branzy snapped his head back upward out of shock, almost forgetting where he was before he almost leaned back too far.
" Hey- "
Pierce pulled him back up by his waist, maybe pulling him a bit too forward, " Careful. " Pierce warned, gentle and harsh. The tip of Branzy's shoes touched the floor.
“ I have something for you, yes? “
Branzy nodded, feeling Pierce’s arm slip away from behind his waist.
“ Don’t worry. “ Pierce said, sounding quieter. Branzy heard something fall onto something metallic, then suddenly there was something being placed on and around his arm.
Branzy was confused, and slightly scared.
“ Braces. “ Pierce nonchalantly clasped the brace shut, “ Netherite Braces. Like Netherite armour, but more flexible and less heavy. I figured I would forge you one. “
He nodded again, and felt another Brace be Clasped onto his other arm. And Legs.
“ They’ll protect you when I can’t. “
Branzy nodded, rubbing and looking down at his arms. The braces still felt heavy, but it gave him a feeling of safety.
“ th-thank you. “
Branzy felt a little more comfortable around Pierce. He was still scared and despised him, but his own good conscience made him want to just lean into him.
The braces felt weird around Branzy’s arms. He wasn’t used to having heavy things be clasped onto his limbs, he was used to light things, like bandages.
The braces helped with his fall, but maybe the weight of them confused Branzy’s mind enough to trip off the cliff. It didn’t help with the embarrassment and idiocy Branzy felt, though.
The heaviness of the braces made the impact less damaging, but it felt more damaging then if Branzy didn’t have anything at all. He felt as if his arms were now covered in bruises. His head was spinning, if it wasn’t for the loss of his sight he would’ve thought the world was spinning too.
Branzy could barely hear the frantic and loud footsteps from up above, “ Saint? “ Pierce’s voice called up from above.
Branzy was hyperventilating again. He didn’t even hit his head and yet he already had a massive headache.
He could barely breathe, but took in a deep breath before he yelled back, “ Pierce! “ And then he started to choke and cough on air. It was like something got caught in his throat.
He couldn’t focus on anything, he could barely hear the lava beside him, he only could focus on the pain he was feeling. He felt fear, or did he? Was he tired or was he mad? The adrenaline made it hard to process.
One thing he did hear loud and clear, was a thud right beside him.
“ Saint! “ Pierce’s voice filled Branzy’s ears, and the feelings of relief and fear washed over him. “ Saint, are You okay? “
Branzy shook his head, “ I-i’m sorry- “ He choked.
“ It’s fine, It’s okay. “ Pierce jogged over to Branzy and kneeled beside him, “ Come on, let’s get You back to Base. “
Branzy almost flinched away from Pierce’s gentle hand being placed on his arm. He froze before he rolled up and away from Pierce.
“ Hey. “ Pierce’s voice felt gentle. It didn’t sound like Branzy was passing out.
“ Trust Me. I Promise you, I won't hurt you. “
Branzy held his breath, before he quickly nodded. He was struggling to think or breathe, but he just knew he just had to trust.
As Pierce picked up Branzy and was carrying him back to where Branzy assumed base was, he felt himself start to just drift away. Like he was falling asleep.
He hated to know, but, Branzy trusted Pierce. He couldn’t tell, or remember, if it was because he had no choice or simply because he trusted Pierce.
He was always an idiot when it came to friendship and trust.
And as Pierce slowly and carefully carried Branzy up a staircase, he knew deepdown, he was going to die because of Him.
Pierce’s hands were harsh, that was the one thing Branzy noticed when he bandaged his injuries. The first time Pierce bandaged him, Branzy kept getting cut.
It was annoying to deal with. Branzy was used to being handled delicately when he was injured, but what more could he expect from a Nether entity?
He just stayed quiet as he felt Pierce’s talons almost cut his skin.
Branzy laid in his bed, like he always did at the end of the day. Except this time, Pierce was sitting right beside him.
If there was going to be one thing Branzy would regret, he would say it would be trusting Pierce. Sure, Branzy despised him, but his own mind was starting to trust.
But he couldn’t really do much about it. He was afraid of Pierce and other souls like him, but unlike those other souls,
Pierce made him feel safer. Even if Pierce was the thing he hated.
Devils and Demons were almost always regarded as entities to fear. Always. They were described as souls who could not rest, hence why they always caused destruction. Hence why they could never bring peace.
Branzy believed that to heart. But he was starting to become way more comfortable with Pierce. Too comfortable.
Pierce saved him, after all. Even though Pierce could have left him, he didn’t. Still confusing to Branzy, even though he'd spent close to 3 months with the Devil.
And now, was technically living in his domain.
Pierce had guest bedrooms.Though Branzy found it a bit odd for a soul like Pierce to have, apparently 5, with the guidance of Pierce, Branzy walked into a room and claimed it as his.
As Branzy laid in the somehow soft bed, he felt the sheets start to heat up. He almost jolted out of bed and screamed at the feeling, but he somehow stayed still.
Beds weren’t actually supposed to exist in the Nether, hence why they exploded if any living being laid in them.
Souls wouldn’t trigger the explosion as they technically weren’t alive and because they didn’t need sleep.They could pretty much break some of the Gods rules since they weren’t living.
Branzy wished he could see the room. He used to be so passionate about building and decoration. He once built a mountain in the Aether, but he couldn’t quite remember the name of it.
At least he could hear the room around him. The sound of the Nether assured him that he wasn’t actually in the void.
“ Saint. “ Pierce spoke, “ Do you feel better? “
Branzy would be lying if he said he wasn’t scared by Pierce’s voice. It wasn’t his fault he didn’t realize he came in, alright?!
" of- course! " Branzy coughed, " are- are you?- " his voice was so quiet, he could barely believe it was his own.
" I feel fine. “ Pierce responded, “ I’ll be going to a fortress, behave. “
" what? "
" Behave. " Pierce said again, before Branzy heard the door close with a clang that pierced the air.
It took Branzy a few seconds to process what he was just told. Pierce told him to behave. He told Branzy to behave.
Branzy? Behave? That's like Oil and Water. Impossibly difficult to mix.
Branzy would’ve rather not piss off a Devil, out of all Entities, but Pierce telling him what to do made him want to walk out and throw himself into lava.
He tried to rationalize his own thoughts,the door probably had the Nether equivalent of a deadbolt, and he had lost one of his senses.
Branzy shouldn’t have tried, he should have just laid back in bed.
Branzy sat up on the bed, and felt his Braces. The practical armour pieces had saved his arms from burns, slashes, and many other injuries before. He was practically protected.
There’s always a first, and a millionth.
Other than Common Sense. What's stopping him from just walking out the door?
Not a lot of time had passed but Pierce already encountered his first set of enemies. Piglins.
As soon as they saw him, they raised their swords and stood their ground, angrily staring up at Pierce. At first he didn’t think they wanted to fight him.
But worry not, they did. Pierce smiled as they started to charge at him, which already seemed to stop them in their tracks. Pierce wouldn’t blame them, his teeth were very sharp.
And they had to find that out the hard way.
It hadn’t even been a bit of time before Pierce was bloodsoaked and victorious in the hopeless battle. The golden armour didn’t even do anything at Pierce’s claws and scythe ripped the group apart.
The blood fused with the netherrack, the blood seeped into his clothes. He was merciless and he took pride in it.
As Pierce walked in the fortress, the Blazes that noticed him too started to throw balls of fire at him. He nonchalantly continued to walk towards them, casually catching some of the balls of fire that they threw.
Bits of fire would hit his armour, but the fire extinguished immediately before it would even cling on.
A lot of things were helpless to Pierce’s hands, and Blazes were one of them. Pierce just walked up to a few of them, and ripped their heads off.
The fires of the blaze rods he collected spread around his hands as he held them, but his skin didn’t burn. He wasn’t sure why it didn’t.
Two things.
One, the door, did not have a deadbolt or lock, It was unlocked. Good, right? Two, It was just too heavy. Technically locked for people as weak as Branzy was.
Branzy wasn't a strong person. That’s why he never learnt how to fight, because he was weaker than flowing water. But there was no way he would give up.
Not because of a Heavy Door. There was no way he would give up because of a Heavy Door.
Branzy had been pacing around in his room, just thinking out his plan. What was he going to do when he was outside? He didn’t actually want to throw himself in the lava but what else could he do? Plus, Pierce would destroy him.
Pierce was experienced and known for his Good Fighting Skill. Branzy was the guy that forgets to tie his shoelaces.
Was he really about to sneak out just for the sake of his spite? Of course. Of course he would, he loved escaping! Just not getting caught by Pierce.
He walked over to the door, almost bumping into things as he went. He put his hand on the handle yet again, feeling the runes that were etched into the handle be pressed into his palm. Branzy wondered what they said, but it was the least of his worries.
Branzy struggled to pull the door open, not only was he simply not strong enough for it, his shoes kept sliding and almost tripping him. His arms were full of scars, he could tell because of the pain he felt as he tried pulling.
“ oh- my god- “ Branzy muttered, struggling to barely stand, “ stupid door- “
There were multiple thoughts in his head as he pulled, most of them questioning his life and how heavy the damn door was. Branzy thought it made sense, as the Saints who taught them about Devils always said they were too strong for their own good.
Branzy pulled as hard as he could, pulling until he could slide his hand through the opening. He pulled and pushed, and barely slithered out of the opening that he managed.
He heaved a sigh, stupid door.
As his hands let go of the door, it slammed shut behind him. Loudly. Branzy turned back to look at the door, as if he could actually see it. Only then did his nervousness and fear register in his mind.
Oh, he totally screwed himself over.
He was outside the room, and since it was painful and painstaking to even pull on it, he figured it was a bit too late to go back in.
Branzy had no idea what the base looked like, he didn’t even know where he was! He couldn’t see his surroundings, only hearing and feeling it, so he knew how hard it was going to be. He felt around him until his hand touched a wall.
Branzy felt the chiselled runes against his hand as he leaned against the wall. He traced each of the engravings with his finger, Blackstone was impossibly hard to chisel, so the person who did it must’ve been strong.
Footsteps rang out through the hall, they were loud, too loud for Branzy. He listened to them, wondering why on earth his footsteps were loud, until he realized he wasn’t even walking.
" Saint? " Pierce’s voice interrupted his own realization, his tone was low but Branzy still heard it.
Panic washed over Branzy as he realized how damning it looked for Branzy. This would be the most unfair fight he’d ever get in, if it came to that.
“ oh god- uh- hi? “ Branzy mustered a nervous smile, backing up until his back hit the door.
" Hello. " Pierce spoke " What are you Doing. " He nonchalantly asked. Branzy would’ve retorted something, if it weren’t for his fear and nervousness consuming his mind.
Branzy stammered, “ n-not leaving! “ He blurted, grimacing as he regretted everything he said.
Pierce stepped closer, Branzy stepped back, " Then why are you outside your room. “
“ . . .s-stuff? “
" Get Back In The Room. "
" okay. "
“ Listen to me. “ Pierce hovered over Branzy, putting a hand on his shoulder, “ Do not, Ever, leave your room when I’m not here. “
Branzy stared back up at Pierce, his eyes still wide and his hands shaking. He shrunk as Pierce placed his hand on his shoulder.
“ Got it? “
“ yes, I get it, please don’t hurt me. “ Branzy’s last words were jumbled, but Pierce still understood enough.
Branzy always loved to escape random things, whether it be for fun or for his life. Branzy knew that getting back to the Aether would be hard without sight, so he just escaped for fun.
How did Branzy keep escaping, you ask? You could guess that his soul always knew the ways in and out, and totally didn’t follow Pierce around until he knew it well enough. He snuck out when Pierce went “ hunting “, and thankfully didn’t come back after 30 minutes.
And hopefully Pierce wouldn’t notice his snapped in half locks. Don’t ask how Branzy managed it, just know his palms were bloody.
Now, unlike before, Branzy actually had a proper mission. Get vines and wither roses. Pierce had wither roses, but not vines, so Branzy decided to search for them. Himself.
What could have possibly gone wrong with that plan?
Considering that they were based in a warped forest, it was easier than most things.
Branzy thought it was ridiculous. Piglins and Hoglins just loved to patrol around in the forest, he knew that well enough.
Branzy didn’t quite know the area that well, but he knew it well enough to be somewhat familiar. He walked over the nylium grounds, listening to it crunch under his feet. He found vines beforehand, but he thought they were too small.
The ones that were planted in the ground would cling onto his shoes, almost tripping him multiple times.
He didn't actually bring anything to cut the vines, he just hoped he could pull them out with the little strength he had, which was a little unlikely. Branzy kicked the vines that tried to cling onto his shoes, somehow they had minds of their own.
Branzy walked slowly, being cautious about his own surroundings. Pierce wasn’t there, hopefully not, to save him, and he wasn’t quite strong. But he was very dedicated.
He reached his hand out to feel for any trees, none that he felt despite living in a forest. Branzy found it funny and ironic, but it was quite annoying.
Oh, a vine wrapped around his ankle. He kicked it away with his other foot, he would’ve felt bad but it wasn’t like he could see it. Another vine wrapped around his other ankle, and then both of his ankles were wrapped, and then-
Branzy leaned forward way too far, And fell right into a tree.
Branzy yelped as he tripped, the vines around his ankles freeing him and letting him fall like the little bastards they are. He grabbed onto one of the vines from the tree and slid down before he could smash his face in the wood.
The thorns of the vines dug into his hands, but he thought at least he could somehow hide them, unlike the bruises on his shoulders from falling out of trees. Thankfully, the thorns of the vines that trapped his ankles didn’t dig into his skin.
After the adrenaline and shock wore off, the pain came in. It wasn't that painful, but it was subtle. And it drove Branzy insane. If his gloves weren’t ripped, they definitely were then. He poked the vines, until he found one that didn’t have too many thorns.
He paused, before he sharply yanked on the vine he felt.
Ow. Branzy’s hands almost froze as the small thorns pricked his fingers. Branzy remembered once when he pricked his fingers on his own Amethysts, it felt dumb explaining it to Saint Lucid. He could hear Civ’s snickering from a mile away.
He missed them. Missed them a lot.
He pulled on the vine as hard as he could, and it held in place. It was sturdy. At least it was like a wire. He tugged again, still stayed the same. The vine squirmed, and Branzy was already preparing to break his hands.
After 6 minutes of tugging and pulling as hard as he could, he had the vine. It cost him a lot of his energy and the well being of his fingers, but he had the vine at least! He would’ve gotten more if he didn’t vow to never touch a vine ever again.
The one he got was long enough anyway.
Now, all he had to do was get back to their base before Pierce got there first.
The sinking realization that Branzy hadn't memorized where he was or how to get back to the base felt more like getting shot than a sinking feeling.
He turned around, and started to slowly attempt to back track where he was. Branzy was terrified, and more cautious than he usually was when he was roaming around. The only thoughts he had were how terrible and terrifying Piglins and Hoglins could be.
The blood dripped off of Pierce’s scythe and hands as he stared down at the bloody mess he left Subz in. mission accomplished.
He had nothing against Subz, of course not, it was just that Pierce had connections. Connections and bloodlust.
Pierce could barely hear the blood dripping over the sounds of lava and fire that surrounded him. With a new heart and a fulfilled blood lust, he turned around and started to walk out.
He didn’t really care if he was jumped by Subz or his team, he never minded a massive fight.
The more screams, the better.
The first thing that Pierce noticed was that his gates were opened. It was odd, as Pierce always locked his gates. Even from afar, he could tell that they were slightly ajar.
He cautiously pulled the gates open, noting the fact that they had scratches that weren’t engraved when he left.
His lock was snapped in half. Pierce found that interesting as his locks were quite strong. Though it was unnecessary to even snap the lock, he found it impressive enough.
Pierce checked for a tripwire, carefully and slowly walking in front of the main doors of his base. It didn’t seem like there was any scuffle or fight that broke out, which was good as Pierce would have been pissed.
If he weren't looking closely, he wouldn’t have noticed the drops of blood.
Pierce kneeled down, looking closely at the blood on the floor. All he assumed was that a random Demon had gone into his base. Which would’ve been stupid, if they were injured.
Ice. Pierce noticed there were somehow snowflakes in the blood.
Saint. He had left the Saint there.
Pierce gripped his scythe, the immediate thought that the Saint was injured made him become alert. He slowly stood up, stepping on the small bits of blood that used to rest on his doorstep.
He tried to open his door as quietly as he could, but of course it still made a noise. Pierce’s grip never faltered even as he walked through the halls. He walked up and down the halls, trying to inspect any indications that someone had been there.
Pierce only noticed the tiny trickles of blood that led to the Saint’s room.
He didn't check Branzy's room yet.
The feeling of disappointment and frustration washed over him as he stared at the door to the Saint’s room. It was slightly ironic that one of the runes in the door said “ Traitor. “
The last time he had another soul in his base, they got taken. Murdered. Because Pierce didn’t protect them enough. He hated to know that he may have failed Ivory.
Pierce just hoped that whoever decided to be dumb enough to attack his base was still in the room.
He looked down at the scythe in his grip, the red colour of rubies fusing with the red colour of blood. He never minded a bloodbath. Pierce his hand on the door, stepping forward and preparing for a fight, before he quickly shoved the door open.
The door opened with a loud clash, Pierce brought his scythe in front of him and held in steady as he stood in the doorway.
“ what the?!- “
Pierce stopped moving. The yelp of surprise made him realize that the Saint was fine. He was sitting with a vine wrapped around his forearm, and a few wither roses in a pile next to where he was sitting.
" What are you doing? "
Branzy had his back pressed against the bedside, eyes wide as he practically stared at Pierce with a shocked expression. He was trembling, breathing slowly. Scared. Nervous. “ oh, I thought I was going to be murdered. . . “ Branzy muttered breathlessly, his voice shaky and quiet.
“ I didn’t mean to scare you. “ Pierce scanned the room from his position at the door, still keeping his grip steady, “ Are you okay? “
“ aside from the heart attack you gave me, “ Branzy said in an accusing tone, shakily breathing out before he added, “ I’m okay. . .”
Pierce noticed how harsh Branzy’s grip was on the vine he was holding, Branzy’s hand was still slightly shaking as he tried to stay still.
“ What are you doing? “ Pierce repeated, slowly stepping inside the room and checking behind the door. Pierce saw from the corner of his eye that Branzy had looked down at his arms.
“ oh. “ Branzy said in a low voice.
“ What? “ Pierce slowly stepped in, scanning the places he could before he closed the door behind him.
“ well uh. . .this is awkward. . “ Branzy mumbled, bringing his arm closer, “ you aren’t supposed to know about this. . “
Pierce's interest sparked, “ What do you mean? “
“ uhh. . .w-well. . . “ Branzy stammered, suddenly going stiff as he seemed to try and figure out what to say, “ I decided that I wanted to make a flower crown for you since I thought it would be fun and hope that you’ll like it? “
Jumbled. Branzy’s last sentence was mumbled and said too quickly, but Pierce still knew what he said. And it brought him confusion.
Now the vine and roses made sense, but the fact it was for Pierce made no sense.
A flower crown. The least likely thing you’d ever get in the Nether was a gift, let alone something that contained flowers.
“ For. . .Me? “ Pierce talked slowly, his tone was confused but why wouldn’t he be?
“ yeah! “ Branzy smiled his nervous smile, before he added, “ only because i wanted to make something for fun. . . . “
Pierce ignored Branzy's nervous tone.
He took another step inside the room, scanning and looking for anything wrong. Though, everything seemed to be in their correct and respective places.
Pierce didn't sense anything, either. There didn't seem to be anyone else in the room, Only Branzy, and his apprehension and awkwardness. The Nether was full of surprises, so despite nothing, Pierce continued to be cautious as he walked in the middle of the room.
Branzy seemed to flinch, looking up at Pierce as he was right in front of where he was sitting. Pierce glanced at Branzy, observing the scars on his cheeks, eyes, and other features. Branzy's tail was hidden behind his back, but Pierce could still see it flicking ever so slightly.
Pierce looked around the room again, before he looked back down at Branzy, " How many candles are in this room. "
Branzy's nervous expression turned into one of confusion, then back to nervousness.
" wh. . .what? "
Pierce just continued to stare at the Saint. Watching as his expression turned sad and stiff.
Branzy seemed to look around, " I don't know. . . " He mumbled after a few seconds, looking down at the ground.
Pity. Pierce stared at the Saint before him, trying to pick out any anomalies to imply it wasn't his saint, observing, before he walked over and sat beside him. The Saint turned his head to look at Pierce, confused.
" How did you get the roses and vine? " Pierce asked, looking to see how the Saint would act.
He blinked, then Pierce sensed his apprehension and nervousness increase. " . . .uhh. . . " Branzy muttered, a small smile growing on his face, " please don't be mad at me, but I stole your chests. “
" I don't have vines. "
The Saint froze, his smile dropping. Pierce noticed his hands start to shake, and he gripped his Scythe tighter out of instinct.
" Saint. " Pierce's tone became harsh, suddenly distrusting of the soul he was watching closely. The Saint seemed to flinch because of Pierce's tone, " I may or may not have sneaked out base and harvested some. "
Pierce narrowed his eyes in disappointment and frustration, “ What have I told you about sneaking out. “ He sighed, putting a hand on his head.
“ listen. . .I needed them, and you didn’t have them so!-. “ The Saint cut themself off, leaning away from Pierce and closing his eyes. Pierce continued to stare at the Saint, still not fully convinced it was his saint.
Though, Pierce trusted whoever he was talking to. So it might as well have been Branzy.
“ May I ask why you’re making a flower crown for me, then? “
Branzy looked confused, “ because. . .uhh. . “ He muttered without a thought. Pierce internally face palmed.
“ Well, do you know how to make it? “
“ duh! “ The Saint scoffed in amusement, before quickly putting a hand over his devious, tiny smile, “ Ivory taught me how, so now I know really well!- “
“ Then go. “
The Saint froze for a moment, before nodding and looking down at his lap, straightening the vine, which squirmed ever so slightly. He then motioned for Pierce to lean down, “ Okay. “ which Pierce did with caution even though he was certain it was his saint.
He hesitated, his hand freezing and hovering in front of his chest, before the Saint quickly tried to tie the vine around Pierce’s horn. Branzy probably didn’t know this, but the vine was a little bit too long. Pierce silently helped him tie the vine around his horn, before the Saint pulled it away.
They both fell silent as the Saint continued to craft the flower crown, Pierce silently watching him to make sure it was actually him. Though he was already certain, he still kept a close eye on the Saint next to him.
Pierce wasn’t really sure of what to think of gifts, since he never got any.
Branzy was nervous, Pierce could sense it since he knew the Saint well enough. The Saint just ignored his apprehension, asking Pierce to cut the stems, which he did.
Pierce kept his sight on the door, and their surroundings, observing, but he would always look back at Branzy every so often.
Pierce noted that Branzy’s hands were shaking. And that one of his hands was bloodied, his once sharp nails were now snapped at the tip. He assumed that was how Branzy got out, snapped the lock with pure force. Impressive, for Branzy at least.
Their silence was only accompanied by the sounds of crackling fire and popping lava. Pierce had already summoned his scythe away since he felt trusting enough.
Pierce kept his gaze mostly on Branzy, as he saw nothing wrong with the rest of the room. The Saint was fidgety, but he didn’t seem as scared as he was in the start. His scars were in the right places, his eyes were the correct shade of lavender, it was most definitely Pierce’s saint.
Branzy suddenly smiled widely, his smile filled with pride and happiness, alarming Pierce for a moment before the Saint raised the flower crown in front of his chest. He turned his head towards Pierce, and held the flower crown out to him.
Pierce had no idea what flower crowns were supposed to look like, but even he knew that the quality of it was surprising. Surprising for a soul that was blind, at least.
Some of the roses were slightly detached, others still had thorns, but Pierce overlooked it. He took the crown out of Branzy’s hands, seemingly startling the other as he did.
Pierce brought it near his face, turning it in different angles to observe it. The wither roses seemed to already somewhat wither the vine and was emitting a dark aura. He made sure to hold it in a way that wouldn’t wither him.
“ do you. . .like it? “ Branzy’s voice was small, like it always was, but Pierce heard the pride in his tone. It made him slightly smile, how could a blinded soul still be passionate about a creation they couldn’t see?
“ You did good. “ Pierce examined the flower crown for another second, before putting the crown on and around his horn.
The Saint smiled brightly.
“ Good enough. “
Branzy blinked multiple times, his pride wearing off immediately after what Pierce said. He was confused, then his annoyance started to build up.
The Saint just crossed his arms and looked the other way, huffing to himself.
Pierce chuckled as Branzy muttered something about putting a lot of work into it, the Saint probably didn’t even notice he did. The flower crown was practically just dangling around his horn, but Pierce didn’t really mind.
He felt his horn start to sting, then hurt. Pierce was used to, and immune to it, since his enemies used wither roses so damn much.
Actually. .
“ Branzy. “
“ huh? “
Branzy turned his head back to face Pierce, his expression didn’t imply pain or anything bad, and that was the cruel part about withering.
“ Can you give me your hand? “ Pierce held his hand out, as if he was waiting for the Saint to put his hand on his. Pierce looked down at his own hands, Black. Black on his fingertips, quickly spreading to his palms.
Branzy looked confused, but he complied. Gently unfurling his arms and hesitantly putting one of his hands on Pierce’s, which was actually a terrible idea considering Pierce was withering too. Branzy narrowed his eyes, yet he looked curious and scared.
Just like his hands, Branzy’s fingertips were black. Except his palms were also black which was even worse. Branzy hesitantly and slowly put his other hand on the back of Pierce’s, blood dripping down Pierce’s wrist, though a sign of trust.
Pierce hesitated for a moment, he wasn’t quite sure if he should use his healing on another soul. Not after he got hunted for it, that was a good fight but still exhausting.
Though, he knew that withering was one of the worst things a soul could feel. It was quiet, you wouldn’t realize it until the pain seared into your veins. The Saint went through enough already.
" Stay still. '' Pierce tried his best to sound as harmless as possible, but he still sounded ominous, and everyone knew he was the opposite. Branzy suddenly went stiff as he heard what Pierce said, his apprehension growing.
Without further warnings, Pierce gently squeezed Branzy’s hands, a crimson mist escaping from his. The mist was cloudy as it swirled around both of their hands, it looked slightly like blood, even. The mist got foggier, before it absorbed and disappeared into their hands.
Branzy’s hands were back to normal, well, Pierce remembered and grimaced at Branzy’s bloodied hand, mostly. At least he couldn’t feel a gash anymore, the various cuts on Branzy’s face were also gone, too.
Branzy relaxed slightly, or at least didn’t seem to be as afraid as he was before, " what did you do? " He muttered as he closed his eyes, his shoulders relaxing back into their normal stances.
“ Nothing. “ Pierce replied, hesitantly putting his other hand on Branzy’s cheek. Branzy seemed to freeze up, before he immediately melted into Pierce’s touch, seemingly without another thought.
Branzy’s apprehension and anxiety slowly melted away, and were replaced by calm and serenity. Pierce pitied the Sant, a soul so deprived of touch that he would let a Devil touch him.
Then, Pierce realized he needed to lead Branzy to his Respawn Anchor. Branzy was definitely not ideal for fights, so he would have to need a place to reform his soul. Pierce thought for a few moments, or rather just gave Branzy a few more seconds of care.
After a few seconds, Pierce gently gripped Branzy’s wrist. He stood up slowly, trying to get Branzy to stand up too, by gently pulling on his arm. “ huh, what? “ Branzy muttered quietly, moving his other hand and somehow intertwining his with Pierce’s.
Pierce didn’t respond to Branzy’s questions, staying silent as he pulled Branzy to his feet. Pierce could feel Branzy becoming afraid, but neither of them said anything. Pierce took slow steps back until he reached the door, Branzy still confused as ever.
Pierce freed one of his hands from Branzy's, and pushed the door open. He led Branzy outside and into the hall, almost slamming the door on Branzy's shoulder.
Branzy winced at the loud slam that the door made when it shut, Pierce noted. Pierce made sure that Branzy looked okay, before he continued to lead Branzy throughout the hall.
“ soo. . “ Branzy muttered, struggling to keep up with Pierce, since he walked farther, “ where are you taking me?
“ A Respawn Anchor. You know what those are, correct? “ Pierce looked over his shoulder at Branzy.
" . . .no. “
Pierce wanted to strangle the Saint, “ Oh. It marks your respawn after death.
The Saint seemed to wince at the mention of Death, before he scampered beside Pierce, “ oh, so like dream catchers! “
“ Dream catchers? “ Pierce repeated what Branzy said in a confused manner, before realizing how eager and excited the Saint looked.
Pierce was still not used to hearing the Saint talk so much, especially after the 2 months he stayed quiet. And plus, Pierce unfortunately never really talked to any other soul about things that weren’t business. The thing about the Saint was the fact he talked like hell, but also sometimes forgot that Pierce was with him.
Branzy once complained about something called calculus. Pierce tried not to laugh.
Pierce tried his best to not interrupt Branzy as he eagerly talked about dream catchers, he preferred it when Branzy looked happy, anyway. But, Pierce didn’t let that distract him from explaining how to activate an Anchor.
Which Branzy most likely did not hear.
They continued to walk, Pierce listened to Branzy talk, since he had stopped talking since he had already finished explaining. Then, they reached a decorated door. It stood out from the rest of Pierce’s base, in fact.
There were runes etched into the crying obsidian, but unlike the rest of the other doors, the runes had glowstone spirals. Pierce looked beside him, making sure Branzy was still with him, before he pushed the door open.
The walls and ceiling had spirals and patterns of glowstone, the dust shined brightly, making the room look like a galaxy. Vines and lanterns hung from the corners, as if the glowstone shapes wasn’t enough light.
Speckles of glowstone fell from the ceiling, Pierce always saw them as stars.
Pierce heard a sneeze from behind him, and he immediately snapped his head behind them. No one there. Then, he felt Branzy’s hand slip away from his. Pierce looked down to where Branzy was, to see him softly coughing into his hands.
" Branzy? " Pierce put a hand on Branzy’s shoulder, " Branzy. "
Pierce noticed the tiny flakes of gold in Branzy’s hair. “ sorry. . “ Branzy muttered quietly, “ I don’t like dust. . .what is this anyway? “
“ Glowstone, remember? “ Pierce’s hand slid to Branzy’s, pulling his hand away from his face. Branzy kept his other hand on his cheek, before he turned to look at Pierce.
Pierce would be lying if he said he didn’t think the Saint was beautiful.
He quickly shook his head, Pierce would rather not admit how he thought Branzy was gorgeous right then. Pierce guided Branzy, hand in hand, to the anchor that stood at the end of the room. “ So. “ Pierce started, Branzy looking up at him, “ Usually, anchors are activated by putting glowstone into them. “
Pierce almost pointed to the glowstone, before he quietly led Branzy’s hand there instead.
The Saint hummed, feeling the soft dust before taking a small portion into his palm, to which Pierce silently put more.
“ Now, you want to put your hand into the anchor. “ Pierce instructed before Branzy could say anything.
" so you want me to. . .put my hand in something that may or may not have boiling lava in it? “
" You don’t hear lava. “
Branzy cocked his head to the side, " good point. " He mused, before seemingly wondering for a moment, “ but aren’t I supposed to hear things? “
" That's when you activate it, " Pierce gently took Branzy's hand and moved it above the anchor, " Right now it isn't. "
Branzy nodded and held the edge of the anchor with his other hand, “ alright then! “ Branzy, mindlessly, shoved his hand down, bringing Pierce's with it. Branzy yelped in pain, Pierce sighed in disappointment as he watched Branzy rub his knuckles.
Pierce knew this was not going to be as easy as he wanted.
" You weren’t thinking, were you. “ Pierce put a hand over his face, the Saint seemed to be offended by his comment, but he nodded sheepishly, “ Try again. “
" right. " Branzy spoke with a scowl. Pierce was going to grab the Saint’s hand, but it seemed Branzy already somehow knew where the glowstone was. Pierce just crossed his arms as he watched Branzy pick up glowstone by himself, Impressive how he remembered.
" Careful. . . " Pierce warned softly, Branzy nodded in response before he lowered his hand down into the anchor. The glowstone fell through Branzy's fingers, the glittery sparkles fell to the bottom of the anchor, some rising and swirling around his hand, others just staying down. Good.
" Good. “ Pierce watched the glowstone swirl, focusing on listening for the noise of soft wind.
“ Again, right? “ Branzy asked, or rather just said in a tone for confirmation. Pierce nodded, before he realized he needed to talk.
" Mhm. "
Branzy nodded, retreating his hand back to the definitely unkempt pile of glowstone. The Saint carelessly grabbed a handful of glowstone, the dust mixing with portions of semi dried blood. The glitters fell through his hands as they hovered over the pile.
Branzy tilted his head, seeming to think about something, “ what if I just put all the- “
" No. Terrible idea. " Pierce cut him off before he could even finish his sentence, since Pierce already knew Branzy well enough to know that he asked dumb questions.
" okay. " Branzy muttered breathlessly and lowly, lowering his head slightly and pursing his lips in apprehension. “ sorry. . “
Pierce couldn't help but grin at Branzy's fear and stupidity. He slightly admired the soul for it, Branzy would get unique injuries and then have no apparent reason for them. It made Pierce confused, how did Branzy manage to splice his hand?
Part of him was annoyed by Branzy's accidental antics, but the other part of Pierce was amused and interested to know how he, a Blinded soul, managed it.
He didn't realize he put his hand on Branzy's shoulder until the other tensed at the sudden touch.
“ uh. . .hi? “ Branzy stood stiff waiting for Pierce to step away, but he didn’t. He stood still for a longer moment, before he muttered an “ okay. “ and started to hesitantly move. Pierce let his hand rest on the other's shoulder, he liked the fear.
Pierce loomed over Branzy as he moved his hand back in the anchor, becoming more apprehensive about the lingering hand on his shoulder. Pierce continued to ominously watch and loom over the Saint, like a predator watching its prey.
But Pierce wouldn’t compare him and Branzy to that, it was more like Pierce was trying to make sure Branzy wouldn’t die. Somehow.
The flakes of glowstone fell through his fingers, more sparkles turning purple as they whirled quicker around his hand. Tiny bits of glowstone still stuck onto Branzy’s fingers, some on his sleeves.
Pierce heard Branzy’s breathing hitch, Before he shook his hand, making a lot of dust go everywhere, and took his hand out again. He moved his arm slowly back to the dust, still anxious about Pierce in general.
Genuinely, Pierce knew that him laying his hand on Branzy’s shoulder was making him apprehensive, But he liked doing that. He liked to freak out others, but he’d never go too far with Branzy. For good reasons.
Branzy paused for a few moments, catching Pierce’s attention. He seemed to be thinking and wondering, and Pierce sighed as he realized Branzy was thinking about what he was going to do.
“ You forgot? “ Pierce asked, Branzy went even quieter than he already was. Pierce put a hand on his chest, “ You better not have. “
“ I swear I didn't. . . “ He hesitantly started, his words slightly muffled by his hand, “ I’m just thinking about it. . “
“ Alright, go. “
Branzy hummed, “ Yeah, give me an hour. “ he joked, and giggled.
Pierce grinned. He was a little amused, but he instead decided to silently stare at Branzy, of course he laughed at his own jokes. He seemed like it. Branzy stopped giggling when Pierce didn’t laugh at all. Branzy fidgeted with his hands, “ uh. . .um. . “ He muttered under his breath, “ alright. . “, And continued to do what he should’ve.
Branzy quietly moved his hands that held glowstone into the anchor and dropped the dust in. more of the previous specks of dust sparked purple, leaving only some still gold. It looked like the anchor held a pool of purple with gold accents.
Some of the dust that stuck on Branzy’s hands still sparked, making Branzy wince in surprise.
The whirls of the dust started to become louder, it sounded like harsh wind was echoing throughout the room. Branzy brushed the dust off of his hands, most that came off slowly fell into the anchor. It whirled and sparked even louder.
Branzy’s breathing hitched and his hands suddenly jolted up. Pierce turned his gaze to him.
Pierce was used to, and didn’t mind the loud whirring of the anchor. Branzy, wasn’t.
Branzy stopped moving, his hands hovered in front of him, twitching slightly. He just blinked frantically, trembling. As a whirl rang out into the room, Branzy pursed his lips and quickly pressed his hands against his ears. He pressed them as hard as he could, breathing heavily.
Pierce felt his distress starting to rise, and slid his hand up to Branzy’s wrist.
“ Hey. “ Pierce gently muttered. He held Branzy’s wrist as gently as he could, he felt him shaking. “ We aren’t done. “ Pierce tried to pull his hand away, and his hand slightly loosened.
Branzy breathed in harshly. “ It’s okay. “ He pulled Branzy’s hand onto the rim of the anchor as gently as he could. He thought of leaving his hand on Branzy’s, but he went against it and put his hand back on his shoulder, “ Nothing can hurt you. “
He stayed quiet and still, seemingly frozen.
“ Branzy. “ Pierce tightened his hand on Branzy’s shoulder, Branzy winced. He nodded reluctantly and put his other hand down. “ okay. . “ He mumbled quietly, and Pierce let go of his grasp, “ okay. “
Branzy put both of his hands on the rim of the anchor and slightly leaned forward. He still trembled, now just more subtly. Purple illuminated on his face, Pierce could still, but barely, hear Branzy’s harsh breathing. “ Now, You remember what you’re supposed to do? “
Branzy nodded slowly, “ Yeah, I do, I do. “ He sounded empty, but Pierce ignored it. He remained still just standing over the Anchor, unmoving and trembling.
“ Branzy. . “
He sucked in a breath, “ w-what? “ he whispered, his voice cracking. Then it sounded like he lost his breath, stepping back and gasping, a feeling of panic washing over him.
“ Branzy! “ Pierce quickly reached out and pulled him away from the anchor by the shoulder, almost tripping Branzy as he took a step back.
He pulled Branzy away and to the door, the noises of whirling never faltered. Pierce pulled Branzy closer to him as he slid his hand up to Branzy’s chin.
“ Hey. . “ he spoke as softly as he could in the loud room, “ You wanna go? “
It was like Branzy lost his will to speak.Tears welled up in his eyes as he nodded frantically, fear in his eyes and his distress somehow rising.
Even if he didn’t talk, it was all that Pierce needed to get them out. He gently held Branzy’s arm as he opened the door and led them out. Branzy winced as the door slammed shut behind them.
The sudden silence of the hall filled their ears.
Branzy was still shaking as he heaved. It seemed like he lost his ability to breathe before they went outside. He looked so confused and conflicted. His hands were twitching, he blinked rapidly and his legs looked like they would give out.
He looked terrified, like he wanted to cry. Cry his heart out, and Pierce noticed it.
Pierce put his other hand on Branzy’s shoulder, and put his hand back up to Branzy’s chin. Branzy mindlessly put his hands on Pierce’s wrists.
Pierce felt pity wash over him. He should have apologized, since Branzy looked so afraid.
Hold on, what? He was taken aback for even thinking about that.
He continued to just stare at the terrified Saint in front of him. Branzy still trembled in his hold, blankly looking around.
“ I-i. . “ Branzy tried to speak. He sounded breathless and quiet, even though he was still heaving. “ I’m so, so sorry. “ He slid Pierce’s hand onto his cheek, " I didn’t. . .i didn’t mean to, i just got a massive headache and then i- “
“ It’s fine. “ Pierce spoke softly, “ It’s okay. “
Branzy turned his head up to Pierce, blinking slowly and shaking subtly.
“ You still want to try setting your spawn? “ Pierce gently moved his hand away from Branzy’s, and towards the door,
Nervousness started to wash over Branzy, “ yeah, yeah. I panicked an-and i- “
“ It’s okay, we can try again Another time. “ Pierce let his hand slowly fall down to his side but let his other hand stay with Branzy’s.
“ no, i-i can do it now. “
“ Good. “
Pierce’s hand left Branzy’s cheek as he pushed the door open. The loud noises of whirling filled the quiet hall as the door opened.
Branzy gasped and stepped back in shock. He became quiet, and he stood still. Then he put his hands in front of his face, “ Sorry, sorry. . “ Branzy mumbled.
Before he got both of them inside again, Pierce stood and stared at Branzy for a moment. Branzy still looked shocked, nervous. He was still shaking, but more subtly.
Pierce narrowed his eyes. He observed Branzy for a moment longer, his hands were lowered to his chest, he might have been on the verge of falling. Pierce turned back to the door, watching Branzy from the corner of his eye.
“ Come here. “
Branzy stepped forward and beside Pierce, accidentally brushing their arms together.
Pierce firmly took Branzy’s arm as he pushed the door open. He held Branzy’s arm as hard as he could without hurting him, but it still prompted a shocked reaction from the other.
Pierce took a step in, Branzy froze yet again. But Pierce held him firm, and pulled him along as he walked in, Branzy forcefully following along. He jolted Branzy forward before the door closed on him, “ ow! “ Branzy yelped, Pierce barely heard him over the anchor, “ warn a guy next time. . “
They walked, or rather, Pierce did as he dragged Branzy with him. Branzy would drift off, like a daydream, while Pierce forced him to follow. He didn’t say a word, not that he could maintain and hear a conversation with the practical gushes of wind in sounding through their ears.
The walk wasn’t that long, it wasn’t supposed to be, it only felt longer because the Saint kept trying to cover his ears.
As Pierce stood in front of the anchor, he leaned over to look into it. The pool of purple still remained, though there were barely any golden flakes left. It still spun rapidly, but it never made a physical effect on its surroundings. The glowstone around it never moved, despite it sounding like fast and gushing wind.
He then turned his focus back to Branzy, who was now blankly staring at the ground. His other arm stuck close to his side, and he was just frozen in place. Like he was thinking of something.
He just looked empty. Bored.
Pierce tugged on his arm and pulled Branzy beside him and in front of the Anchor, snapping him out of his thoughts.
Branzy jolted forward, seemingly losing the thought and concept of balance all together. Pierce gripped his arm and held him in place. Branzy gripped the rim of the Anchor and sighed shakily
.
Pierce internally sighed at the Saint’s stupidity, suddenly the room got a lot quieter,
“ Alright. “
“ oh- oh, yes! I-i am fine, i am- uh. . “ Branzy giggled to himself, “ I am very okay! I-. . .uh. .sorry. . “
“ It’s fine. “ Pierce patted Branzy’s shoulder, he just wanted to put his head in his hands at this point.
“ Yes, of course, yeah. . “ Branzy huffed quietly, “ What uh. . .What were we up to again? “
The room became louder than before, now that there was no one talking. Branzy stood in front of the anchor, waiting for Pierce to talk.
Pierce stayed silent. Either because he was contemplating strangling Branzy, or he was questioning if he actually forgot.
Branzy hesitantly turned his head to face Pierce, “ hello?. . . “ He said gently, “ uhm. . .What was I doing? what do I do? “
“ You don’t remember. “
“ . .no. . “ Branzy turned towards the anchor, and then back to Pierce, confused and nervous. “ w-well, i don’t remember a lot. “ He cocked his head to the side, “ I-. . .I don’t think you told me about it? “
“ I Did. “ Pierce was trying to hide his irritation.
“ oh, oh, well, okay, you just didn’t say it loud enough for me to!- “
“ I also Did that. I made sure that you listened to me.
“ well then. . .uhm. . .i don’t. .i do not remember anything. “ Branzy shook his head with a humourless chuckle, “ yeah, I have no idea what to do. “
Pierce sighed. Of course. “ I’ll explain, Again. “ His tone was harsh, he wasn’t sure if it was on purpose, or maybe it was just instinct. Branzy winced, couldn’t tell if it was from the whirling or his words.
Branzy nodded slowly, he paused before he muttered, “ okay. .i’m sorry. . “
Pierce ignored it. He stepped beside Branzy, letting go of his hand in the process. If Branzy objected to it, Pierce didn't hear.
“ Now, do you remember what you did beforehand? “ Pierce asked, unbothered by the loud anchor in front of him.
“ uhm. . .Yes? “ Branzy answered hesitantly, “ I-i remember i had to put both my hands in? “
“ Mhm. Now you just have to do it again, but it needs something to reflect who you are as a Soul. “
“ . . .and “ Branzy raised his hands up, then swiftly steepled them, “ what in the world does that mean? “
“ It’s simple. You would know if you weren’t talking over me earlier. “ Pierce paused, before adding, “ But here we are. “
It was just a small remark. Pierce meant every word of it, but he thought it would only get Branzy to be more apprehensive and nervous. It caught Branzy off guard, Pierce knew when Branzy was just stunned.
They stopped talking for a few moments, Branzy looking up at Pierce with a face of disbelief and confusion, Pierce simply staring back only with his eyes.
He watched Branzy and scanned him for whatever emotion he was about to express verbally. Pierce could’ve sworn he felt something tug at his heart as he stared at Branzy’s confused face.
Branzy blinked a few times, before he smiled and breathed out. Branzy looked down at his hands, “ I-i- “ He managed to choke, trying to control himself, before he started to laugh.
He clasped a hand over his mouth as he laughed, but Pierce already saw his smile.
His stupid smile. God, his laughter and smile would probably run through his head every now and then.
It was like the room just fell silent. Every other sound sounded muffled, the only sound being of Branzy’s soft laughter.
Have you ever seen a Saint smile and laugh? Neither did Pierce until that moment. He felt so stunned, so confused, Pierce just continued to watch Branzy laugh, shaking with his own laughter and, and just being, what was it called? Pierce didn’t know how to describe it.
Pierce didn’t know what to say. It was just so fast, but he somehow already knew that he would always remember the Saint’s sweet smile. He wasn’t sure why, no, No. He knew why. He never had seen Branzy smile so fondly,laugh so whole-heartingly, especially at a cocky remark that wasn’t even supposed to be funny.
He swore the glowstone that fell around Branzy made him look even more angelic. Branzy could hardly breathe and neither could Pierce if he admitted it. If he’d known that Saints were this beautiful, he would’ve gone looking for one as soon as he heard of them.
Branzy heaved, “ sorry, sorry, i uh- “ He tried to speak, tried to defend himself and muffle his giggles, but failed to do so and continued to laugh.
Pierce wasn’t sure if he wanted to speak anymore, he would rather listen to the Saint laugh than just continue on with the ritual. He wasn’t sure why he was even acting like this. He’d never been paralyzed by someone just laughing, and now that it’s described like that it sounds even weirder!
As Branzy’s giggles died down, a feeling of disappointment washed over Pierce. He wasn’t even sure why he felt it, he just knew it was because of Branzy.
“ ehm. . .okay, okay. “ Branzy coughed into his fist, “ first, I am so sorry about that. . “
It’s fine.
“ It’s-. .It was unexpected. “ Pierce barely spoke out, the whirling suddenly fading back in his ears.
“ Yeah, yeah, I was just caught off guard by what you said- “ Branzy giggled again, Pierce could’ve sworn he heard himself screaming, “ i’m sorry about that, super random, I know. “
Pierce could barely think straight, let alone talk. He was just in shock because he’d never seen Branzy laugh like that before. He’d only seen him giggle nervously but he never saw him laugh whole-heartingly.
“ uhm. . .ar-are you gonna stay silent again? “
Pierce was just in shock. Nothing more.
“ okay. . .eh, are we gonna grab something to complete this? “
“ No, no, You can complete it just fine now. “ Pierce replied after not doing so for a minute. Branzy nodded and continued on with the anchor, scooping the glowstone in his hands, dumping it in the anchor, and letting it stir loudly.
Pierce could barely process anything at that point. All he remembers was seeing an Amethyst with gold highlights form above the anchor and aimlessly float there, marking Branzy’s spawn.
He remembered Branzy asking him if they could go back to his room, and now, after guiding Branzy to his, Pierce was back in his own room, Alone.
He had no damn idea what got into him, but it surely messed him up somehow.
Pierce felt around his horn, and gently picked the flower crown off of his horn. It had been there the entire period he was with Branzy, and now it felt special. It barely wilted. He looked at the crown closely, it was like it was emitting a dark yet peaceful aura. It wasn’t like that when Branzy made it.
He looked towards his altar. It was decorated with Trophies, Souvenirs, Gems from his Battles and Wars. A Ruby, a Golden apple, a Golden Crown, a Peace treaty, and even more. All of them were there. Reminding Pierce of his battles and failed alliances.
The Wither crown stood at the very top of his Altar. It was different from the rest of Pierce’s Souvenirs, but it felt right to place it where he kept important objects.
Unlike the rest of his Trophies, the flower crown emitted a feeling of Peace, yet chaos at the same time. It felt contrasting when he was placing it, but as he stared at the altar with its new crown, it felt Right. It fit right in with the rest of his gifts. It made his altar more beautiful, even if it never had a shed of Blood on it.
Pierce wrote another letter to Ivory, letting her know how Branzy was doing, Then, left the base with a feeling of newfound fondness.
Branzy was panicking again.
He didn’t even know why, but he was struggling to breathe and think. Branzy was scared again, the feeling of loneliness then mixed with the dread of knowing that he could never go home.
Home.
Not with his tail, that was in between his legs as he cried, nor with his horns, that were slightly cracked from him trying to pry them off.
Blood.
His hands had blood on them, streaks of blood slowly dripping down his forehead. He hated it. He hated the feeling of the blood mixed with the extreme heat of the dimension.
Branzy was sitting on the ground, knees to his chest as he tried his best to calm down. To no avast.
He could barely hear anything, the only sounds he could hear was his heartbeat and agony. He was panicking. There was blood.
He was panicking. There was blood on his hands.
His mind was going insane. He knew it was his blood, but parts of him kept thinking it was another soul’s blood. A soul who didn’t deserve to die-’s blood. Was it his blood or was it from someone else?
Branzy heard the muffled noise of something scraping the floor, which made him start shaking even more. He was frozen in place and didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to do. He felt scared. Scared and angry.
“ Branzy? “
Branzy couldn’t recognize whose voice it was. He was too hazy and nauseous to remember. So. He counted to himself, one, two.
He clenched his fist, Three.
Pierce noticed that Branzy’s hands started to become purple as he clenched his fist. Under the blood, a mist of purple started to rise.
“ Branzy. “ Pierce said again, softer, as he crouched down beside his Saint.
It happened quickly, but Pierce was quicker than most. Branzy froze, Pierce looked at his hands again, noticing how there were tiny bumps on Branzy’s hand that resembled thorns.
Then Branzy burst into flames.
“ Branzy?! “ Pierce quickly scampered away from the purple fire, his instincts immediately making him stand up and grab his scythe.
A ring of purple fire surrounded the Saint, though he didn’t seem to burn at all. The fire raged as it got bigger.
The Saint seemed confused, tired. Before he closed his eyes and became limp as he rested against the wall, Pierce immediately noting the blood on his forehead, and the thorns on his shoulders.
“ Oh. “ Pierce said in a comforting tone, watching as the flames died down as the Saint passed out, “ Oh, Branzy. “
Branzy woke up in what he assumed was his bed, since it seemed soft. He was confused, dizzy, as he wondered why it was dark and why his arms felt tighter.
He felt weak, felt numb as if he was recently injured. He knew the feeling well. Branzy felt calmer than he should have been, considering he could barely move or think.
“ Saint? “ Pierce’s voice called to him, he couldn’t tell if Pierce was talking quietly or if he was just struggling to hear.
Branzy hummed in response, he felt too tired and sore to even think at the moment. His arms felt like they were burnt, and his horns felt oddly numb.
“ what happened? “ Branzy barely murmured, his throat felt like it was closing in.
“ Don’t worry about it. “ Pierce then put a hand on his shoulder, “ Just rest. Go to sleep, Saint. “
Branzy was confused. Really confused, his heart started to beat faster and his hands started to shake.
“ why? “
“ Branzy. . “ Pierce started, his tone softer than usual, “ We can talk about this later, alright? Just rest, I’ll be right here. Nothing will hurt you, not on my watch. I’ll protect. “
That, was worrying. But, Branzy felt relief and comfort as Pierce said that. He liked it when Pierce comforted him, even if he didn’t know what it was about. It brought him closure to whatever he faced.
Branzy wasn’t quite sure how or why he kept doing it. Especially without his own sight and with healing injuries.
How did he keep sneaking out past the gates? Now, he didn’t blame Pierce for this. Okay maybe he did, but he knew it wasn’t fully Pierce’s fault. Pierce was a pretty good guardian! He kept Branzy safe from Ghasts, he would begrudgingly drag Branzy back to the base if he’d have to, Pierce saved Branzy from baby piglins! Twice. It sounds embarrassing and it is.
But, as good as Pierce was, Branzy was always seven steps ahead. Literally.
But he did have one complaint, Pierce was way too expecting of Branzy. Somehow, he’d always think it was a great idea to leave Branzy at base.
Considering that Branzy was now outside the base and at the gates, it never was.
The gates were quite heavy, definitely heavier than before.
Branzy noticed how Pierce tried multiple things. Making better locks, making the gates higher or heavier, whatever. One of Branzy’s flaws was how spiteful he could get, so he took Pierce’s enforments as a challenge.
After he pushed the doors open, Branzy ran over to the gates, almost slamming into them. He felt for a lock, but he immediately realized he couldn’t lock pick it. Pierce did something, then suddenly Branzy couldn’t break, nor pick the locks.
He couldn’t find a faulty bar, either. He couldn’t find anything to let him escape, really.
Branzy was getting slightly more frustrated. He wrapped his hands around the metal bars, before gently shaking them. It was about to be the third time he couldn’t escape, which already hurt his pride. Then he got an idea, it was stupid and dangerous, he thoughtfully looked up at the bars.
He gripped the bars, before he jumped onto them and started to climb upwards. Branzy wasn’t a good climber, but he was decent enough to know a few things.
The bars were hot, expected for the Nether, but it still made Branzy apprehensive. Branzy could’ve sworn he heard his hands sizzling, but he felt physically fine. Maybe because his hands were still cold.
Branzy pulled himself up and swung his legs over the top. He let himself breathe for a few moments, realizing and remembering how hard it was to climb. After a few seconds, he lunged forward. The realization that he didn’t have wings anymore made him sick.
His braces made a loud noise as he hit the ground.
He didn’t hit the ground that hard. Or at least he thought he hadn’t. His body was curled up and shaking, but the pain wasn’t that bad. He had his arms wrapped around himself tightly, still hazy about the fall.
He rubbed his shoulder as he stood up, wincing at the sudden jolt of pain. It didn’t hurt that badly, only when he pressed on it.
Branzy stood there, in front of the gates and probably looking very stupid. He wasn’t quite sure on where he was going to explore this time. He somewhat knew the area around the base, but it was getting boring to just walk through the forest. He couldn’t see, so he couldn’t just sit in front of a tree and admire it.
He missed it when he admired things, just sitting on clouds and watching an icicle form in front of him. Branzy missed that a lot.
Branzy found it funny how he would sneak off, despite not knowing what he was to do. He started to aimlessly walk forward, since he didn’t know what he wanted to do. Pierce wouldn’t be back for a long time, so it made it all the more lonely.
Branzy liked making gifts for Pierce, but he shivered at the memories of Pierce having to pick out thorns from his fingers. It hurt a lot to prick his fingers, it hurt his pride that Pierce had to help him take the thorns out.
Sometimes he wouldn’t have even touched a rose, and yet he had thorns in his hand. Weird.
He never liked injuries, anyway.
Branzy slightly jolted, almost tripping himself out of surprise. He’d accidentally pressed on his shoulder, which still hurt a ton. Regardless, he continued to aimlessly walk.
He listened to the faint lava pops, and the soft crushing of nylium under his feet.
Nylium only sounded crunchy when it was new.
Branzy stopped walking and began looking around, as if he could see. He wasn’t sure where he was walking anymore. He could’ve sworn the ground wasn’t supposed to sound that way.
He still had his arms protectively tight around himself, he couldn’t tell where he was. And he could’ve sworn he had heard footsteps that weren’t his.
Branzy looked around him, as if he could see. He felt alone, but his mind said that he wasn’t. Like someone was watching him from afar, like they were going to pounce at any moment.
Branzy felt like his idiocy and anxiety were making him more scared than he should have been. He tried to shake the feelings off, his focus now on going back.
He took a step forward, a soft thud.
That, was definitely not Nylium. He knew damn well it wasn’t, that was Netherrack.
Branzy turned on his heel and started to walk back where he came from. He was not lost. He was not lost, he was just confused, Branzy started to walk faster, the panic setting in quickly,
The nylium crunching came back, but Branzy still didn’t know where he was going. The lava pops started to sound closer and closer, until the tip of Branzy’s shoe almost went over a cliff.
He gasped, fell backwards. Branzy felt his breathing start to get uneasy and heavy, he was not doing okay.
Branzy breathed heavily, shocked and questioning what almost happened. He almost fell off and into a lava lake. He had no idea where he was, and he was already scared. He would be embarrassed to admit he wished Pierce was with him.
Oh god, he was lost. He was lost. Branzy was getting more and more scared by the second. He had no visuals as to where he was, either.
He carefully and slowly stood up, trying to be careful not to accidentally dive into the lava. However that would work. “ alright, alrighty. . .i’m fine. I'm fine. “ Branzy further backed up from the cliff, “ I am great, actually. “
Branzy backed up, until he felt that he was out of lava diving range. He slowly turned around and started to walk, this time much more slower. He was not about to dive into lava again, thank you very much. The sounds of crunching Nylium came back to him as the lava pops started to fade out.
He could’ve sworn he heard some things. Like footsteps of heavy boots, running, and blocks breaking. Branzy swore that it was just his anxiety speaking again.
“ Yo. “ A soft voice echoed from above.
Branzy stopped walking. Branzy was not sure if he heard that right. If he did, he was dead, since that was not at all Pierce’s voice.
“ uhm. . .hi? “ Branzy squeaked, looking around, “ who was that? “
Silence.
“ okay. . . “ He muttered to himself, “ must’ve just imagined it. Just imagined it. “ There was no one else there, he was alone. He continued to walk faster, becoming more panicked as he continued to think. There was no one there, right? No one should be there at all.
He heard something heavy drop from the ceiling. And right behind him.
“ Mapicc. “ The voice spoke from behind him.
Branzy froze. That was way closer than before. And that was not a hallucination caused by his own anxiety and loneliness. There was someone there. And right behind him. He was not fine.
Branzy turned around and quickly backed up, putting his hands up beside his face, “ oh, uhm, hello? hi? M-my name is Branzy an-and please don’t hurt me?! “ His words were jumbled, as they would be since he was panicked out of his mind.
“ Woah woah, chill dude- “ The soul spoke, stepping towards Branzy, “ I literally will not hurt you. I have no idea who you are. “
“ i-. . .okay, thank you. .? “ Branzy was convinced he was screwed, “ I- i already said my name is Branzy- uhm, what’s yours? “ He was starting to struggle to breathe.
“ My name is Mapicc, and I have never seen you around before. “ ‘ Mapicc ‘ said, Branzy slowly put his hands down despite still being scared.
“ w-well yes. . .u-uhm, I’m not supposed to be here. “ Branzy said in a light voice, shrugging.
“ I figured, you look like an Angel. What are you doing here? “ They asked, Branzy noted that he sounded a bit younger than Pierce did.
“ well. . .not what I meant, but I am an Angel. “ Branzy hesitantly confirmed, earning a confused noise from the other soul, “ I guess? An-and I just decided to walk around for fun? “
Mapicc stopped speaking for a minute, before he chuckled, “ Nice. I can't kill you.“ Branzy heard the sound of a sword going back into its sheath, “ Not a very good decision, by the way. “
Branzy turned his foot behind him, just preparing to run as far as he could, “ good??- “ He was so dumb, he was going to die in the most pathetic way possible.
Mapicc hummed, “ Course, have you not heard anyone say that or something? “
“ well, no, a lot of people tell me I’m stupid, you’re not special. “ Branzy retorted, before he clasped a hand over his mouth, “ oh- oh I am sorry. “
“ Nah, that was kinda funny. “
“ Oh okay, thank you- okay, I am going home now! “ Branzy quickly said, before he turned around and ran. His heart was going too fast, and his mind was spiralling. He ran,
And straight into a tree.
“ Wh- Pft!- “ He heard Mapicc start laughing. Branzy felt blood pouring from his forehead, running down onto his chin, while Mapicc was laughing his ass off in the background.
“ ohh, damn it! “ Branzy internally facepalmed, feeling blood start to pour onto his hands. His heart was racing, and he was on the verge of hyperventilating. Mapicc’s hysterical cackling did not make anything better.
“ Holy shit! Fuck! “ Mapicc cackled, Branzy was torn between crying and ripping Mapicc’s throat out. He wouldn’t be surprised if Mapicc was already rolling on the ground.
“ It-it is not funny, Mapicc! “ Branzy yelled, shakily getting up and wiping the blood with his gloves. Mapicc just laughed louder, “ It is! “
Branzy made a noise of frustration, but only he heard it, considering the other’s hysterical laughter muffling every other sound. He was surprised that no Piglins were attracted to the noises.
It was loud. Branzy could hear ringing in his ears. He couldn’t tell if it was from adrenaline or from the loud laughter.
“ Ar-are you okay? “ Mapicc managed to ask through his last bits of laughter.
“ yes yes, I very much am. “
“ Oh my god, that looked so damn stupid. “ They cackled again.
“ Hush! “ Branzy snarled, covering his nose and hoping that he could dispose of his gloves before he got back.
As Mapicc composed himself, he sighed. “ God, you are an idiot. “ They said in a light-hearted tone, “ You are too dumb to survive out here, come on, where do you live? “ Mapicc stepped closer to Branzy.
“ first, that sounds like you’re about to kidnap me. “ Branzy pointed out, earning a laugh from Mapicc, “ second, I have no idea. “
“ How do you not know? “
“ . . .have you not seen my eyes yet? “ Branzy asked quietly, pointing to his eyes. He heard Mapicc hum, before he responded.
“ Yeah. They look cool. “
“ . . .buddy, I’m blind. “
“ . . .oh. “ Mapicc whispered back, “ oh shit, man, I’m so sorry. “ He sounded pitiful.
Branzy nodded, suddenly becoming sorrowful from the news he already knew. He just continued to stare at the blank void that used to be his sight.
“ So you can’t hear? “ Mapicc asked in a tone of sadness.
Wait.
“ what? “ Branzy looked up to where he thought Mapicc’s eyes were, “ No?! That’s being deaf?! “ He exclaimed, bewildered.
“ I know, I was joking. “ Mapicc grabbed Branzy’s hand, but Branzy snapped his hand away from reflex, “ Can’t you just tell me where you think you live? “
“ uhhh. . . “ Branzy had no idea what he wanted to do. He did not want to get kidnapped by a random demon because he thought Branzy was alone, but he also didn’t want the random demon to know where they lived.
“ W-well. yes. . .I live with someone. “ Branzy shakily sighed, he felt as if he would trip and die.
“ Then tell me who the hell that is! “ Mapicc clasped his hands together, “ It’s so easy! “
“ well. . “
“ Just tell me, i don’t care. “
“ do you know, uhh. . .Clown Pierce? “
“ Yeah, why do you ask? “ They said in a cool tone, Branzy imagined they had their hands on their hips.
“ Pierce kinda. . .took me in? “
Mapicc stopped talking. Hell, stopped breathing. He was literally holding his breath because of what Branzy said. Branzy felt a wave of fear wash over him again, or rather resurface.
“ . . .Mapicc?. . “
“ You’re kidding. “ Mapicc spat, clearly trying to be intimidating, “ You’re joking, you. . .You can’t be serious, You live with The Clown Pierce?!
“ Listen, I know how absolutely ridiculous it sounds, but I do. “
“ Seriously?! I cannot believe you right now! “ Mapicc put his hands on Branzy’s shoulders, “ Be straight with me. Are you sure. “
Branzy slowly nodded, “ Yes. “
“ Dude! “ He shook Branzy by the shoulders, “ Are you alright?! Were you taken captive or something?! “
“ He kinda saved me from that? “
“ Are you okay?! “
Mapicc yelling was not something that Branzy liked. At all. “ yes! I am very okay! “ Branzy put his hands on Mapicc’s wrists out of reflex, “ seriously, he has done nothing to me. “
“ Branzy, I swear to hell, are you even real at this point? “
“ what do you mean? “
“ Jesus christ, irony intended, but I’m not even sure I believe you at this point. I-it makes sense why Pierce wouldn’t let us see inside his base, but what?! “ Mapicc gently shook Branzy’s shoulders, “ Are you sure?! “
Branzy felt confused, He didn’t know what to say, “ seriously just take me home. . . “
After Mapicc cleaned up the blood off of Branzy’s face and interrogated him, they went off in search of the base. Branzy didn’t trust Mapicc, Mapicc definitely did not trust Branzy, but Mapicc was his best bet so he had to at least trust him a little. He hoped Pierce wouldn’t kill him for just trusting a random demon, well, Mapicc was a connection, but still.
Was it awkward to have Mapicc just bombarding Branzy with questions about Pierce? Yes. Another thing that was nerve wracking was finding out that he was a rumour to the “ Lifestealers “ of the Nether.
Neither of them had an idea of where Pierce’s base was. Branzy knew that it was in a Warped Forest, Mapicc knew that he’d be dead meat if Pierce came back and realized Branzy wasn’t there.
He did not expect to be interrogated by another demon. Branzy got to know a little about Mapicc, he had red eyes and really liked the colour red. Branzy made a camouflage joke and Mapicc said he got it all the time and, “ If anyone says that again, I will kill them. Not you though, I don't wanna die. “
Branzy is not messing with him.
It took them multiple turns and races to certain things, but they did finally find the base. Mapicc tried gatekeeping and said that he saw it first. Branzy was amused. And he also lost the race to the gates.
“ So, how the hell did you even get out? “ Mapicc asked, presumably looking up at the gates, “ This is pretty sturdy. “ He said, shaking one of the bars.
“ watch and learn. “ Branzy retorted, already comfortable enough with Mapicc, before he jumped onto the bars and quickly started to climb up.
“ Oh. “ He heard Mapicc yell up as he climbed, “ Did Pierce teach you that? “
“ Nope! “ Branzy yelled back down. He pulled himself up to the top and swung his legs over again, “ I was taught by a friend! “ He yelled again, before he lunged forward and plummeted to the ground.
“ Oh my Hell. “ Mapicc said in a strangled and concerned tone, “ You alright, or will Pierce kill me? “
Branzy sat up and turned his head towards where Mapicc was, and gave him a thumbs up. “ I'm alright! “ He said cheerily and nervously. His shoulder ached, and now his back did too, but he was fine.
“ Alright then. “ Mapicc said, somewhat confused yet calm, “ See ya, Branzy. “
“ See you? “ Branzy replied. He heard Mapicc turn around, his harsh footsteps start to fade away, until he can no longer hear him.
Now, Branzy was left alone. With smudges of blood on his chin, a sore back and shoulder from plummeting himself to the ground, most probably an ankle wound, and with knowledge of another demon.
It was a crazy day. A day that Pierce would never hear from Branzy. Well, hopefully. Sometimes Branzy gets carried away when he talks about his day to Pierce.
Branzy hoped to himself that he wouldn’t accidentally snitch on himself, not that Pierce would be surprised.
“ -And that is how I managed to cut my arm on a sentient vine! “ Branzy snapped his fingers as he finished his own story. Pierce sighed as he poured a Regeneration potion over the wound.
“ Not Surprised.” Pierce huffed, “ But how did you even manage that? “ He asked in a disappointed and confused tone. Branzy nervously chuckled, and proceeded to stay quiet. He didn’t know, either.
“ Alright. I will be Travelling, again. “ Pierce gently said, wrapping Branzy’s arm in bandages.
Branzy frowned, “ Aren’t you always? “ He snickered, waited for a response, before he talked again after not getting anything, “ How long this time? “
Pierce hummed, “ Can’t guess. “ He continued to tightly wrap the bandage up and around his arm, before he tied the end in a knot.
“ What do you mean you can’t guess? “
“ It is similar to an Adventure, if it makes sense. “ He replied. Branzy gasped and put a hand on his chest, “ I wanna go on an adventure! “ He exclaimed, “ E-even if im kinda blind. “ Branzy winced at the noise of Pierce clasping his braces back on his arms.
“ wait, what does that have to do with you not being able to guess when you’re coming home? “ Branzy tilted his head, “ well you are coming home, right? “
“ Yes, I will be back, but I don't know when. “ Pierce explained slowly, as if Branzy couldn’t understand a word he’d say.
And he didn’t. Well, he just didn’t understand why. Branzy hummed, taking his arm back and playing with the knot of the bandage.
“ Can i come? “ Branzy casually blurted out, but he didn’t take it back like he always did.
“ No. “
Branzy was stunned at how fast Pierce responded, he’s the type to take 10 minutes to respond to one message. He gently breathed in, “ . . .Please? “
“ Why would You ever want to come with Me. “ Pierce said in a stern and serious tone, “ That would be a Terrible Idea that would cause your Death. “
“ cause it would be fun. An-and we already set my spawn like, what? 2 weeks ago?! “
“ That, was Two Days ago. “
“ oh come on, Piercy. “ Branzy accidentally called Pierce by his stupid nickname, making Pierce audibly sigh. “ well, you said you’d protect me no matter what, right?- “
“ I am doing that by Not agreeing with you. “
“ Pierce, listen to me, right? “ Branzy put his hands together, almost forgetting that he had a massive cut on his forearm, “ If you bring me with You, you can keep an eye on me and I am way too scared of you to escape right in front of you. But if you leave me alone, here, I will escape. “ Branzy pointed to his braces, “ And we both know what happens if that. . .happens. “
“ Branzy. “ Pierce started to speak in a harsher tone, before he trailed off.
“ soo? “ Branzy mused, slightly leaning forward despite not knowing where he was leaning, “ I am right, right? “
Pierce sighed in frustration, “ Fine. “
“ wait, really?! “ Branzy lit up, putting a hand up in excitement.
“ No. “
Branzy quickly put his hand down, frowning, “ oh come on. “ He crossed his arms, and tightly held them there, “ If you don’t bring me with you, I will jump into the Lava lake and die. “
Pierce chuckled to himself, “ Really. Would you. “
Branzy smiled, his heart slightly beating faster than it normally did. He liked it when Pierce chuckled.
“ Fine, I'll take you along. Only because you’re Pestering me about it. “ Pierce spoke in a light tone, “ But if you Die. Not my Fault. “
Branzy gasped, “ Psh! Will you seriously just let me die? “ He giggled, “ What kinda guardian are you?! “ He pointed to where he thought Pierce was, in an offended and accusatory tone.
“ Not my Fault. “ Pierce deadpanned, before he grabbed Branzy’s other arm, “ Come on, let’s go. “ He pulled Branzy off of the bed he was sitting on, and onto his feet.
“ oh!- “ Branzy almost tripped, as he always does, as he was dragged along with Pierce. He wasn’t sure, but he thought that Pierce purposefully would hold onto him. Probably out of fear that he would somehow escape into the wild. Branzy would hate if anyone else but him knew this, but he thought it was kinda cute how Pierce held onto him. Don’t tell Pierce about that.
Pierce pushed the door open, and casually threw Branzy out and into the hall. Branzy stumbled, trying to keep his balance and not fall over onto his face. Pierce just casually walked past him, letting Branzy figure out how to walk again.
Before Branzy tripped and got another concussion, he managed to usher himself beside Pierce, or tried to. “ so like, where are we actually going?- “ he was struggling to just keep up with Pierce, it was either he took big steps or just walked fast, either way, Branzy didn’t appreciate it.
He hummed like he was thinking, before he replied, “ Surprise. “
“ what? “
“ Surprise. “
“ what do you mean by surprise?! “ Branzy exclaimed in bewilderment, “ Th-that sounds like a bad thing! “
Pierce let out a breathy chuckle, and proceeded to not answer. Only listening to Branzy ask the same question while they walked together, Much to Branzy’s confusion and fear. He didn’t even talk at all. Just walked. Quietly.
The only sounds in the hall were just their footsteps, and Branzy’s worried rambling.
Branzy started to become quiet. Pierce wasn’t answering, he felt dumb just aimlessly asking questions, Branzy just grumbled, crossed his arms and looked down at the ground as he struggled to keep up with Pierce’s walking speed.
“ fine. . .keep your secrets, “ Branzy muttered under his breath, " I might die if you do. . .but that will be your fault. cause you didn't tell me about it. because. . . .I have no idea! “
“ It Won’t. “ Pierce responded. He put a hand on Branzy’s shoulder and pushed him forward. Branzy squeaked and stumbled forward, taking quick steps just to keep himself from falling.
Pierce liked pushing him around, Branzy realized. He wasn’t sure if it was a love language thing or just a thing he liked doing. Branzy didn’t really like it, but what could he do about it?
Pierce kept a hand on Branzy’s shoulder, and it reminded him of his first days in the Nether.
Branzy wanted to speak, he hated it when it was quiet, but he couldn’t find something to talk about. He couldn’t talk about anything if his thoughts just kept pestering him. Their footsteps were the only things he could focus on, but Pierce’s were too loud. Too loud. Just too damn loud.
And then they stopped. Pierce had stopped walking, Branzy did too, and the air was then filled with silence.
“ Branzy. “ Pierce tightened his grasp on Branzy’s shoulder, as if he was anchoring him or something, “ Wait here, okay? “ Before Branzy could respond, ask why he was leaving, Pierce just walked off. That was something Branzy didn’t quite like about Pierce, he didn’t explain himself as much as Branzy wanted.
He heard a door open in front of him, and then swung close. As much as Branzy wanted Pierce to talk about what he was doing, he could already guess what he was up to. Pierce was getting armour for himself.
Branzy put his arms behind his back and started to rock back and forth on his heels. He knew Pierce wouldn’t be gone for that long, considering Branzy was a master escapist, but he got bored easily.
He hummed to himself, and listened to the soft sound of his shoes. The hall wasn’t as quiet as it used to be, and Branzy preferred it that way. He hated it when it was too quiet.
He could’ve sworn he heard chains rattling. Branzy suddenly stopped moving and his head started to panic. His heart started to race, No, no. It wasn’t anything. He was fine, there was nothing wrong. He, he had to think of something else. Anything else.
Pierce never really left him for too long, did he? Pierce would leave, and then suddenly he’s back. And the first thing he’d do was go straight to Branzy’s room. Branzy already knew what Pierce’s pattern was like, and he had no doubt that he was Pierce’s first priority.
How cute of him. Branzy wondered if Pierce was as cute as the way he acted- No. Branzy felt his face get hot and froze. He chuckled to himself before he shook his head, No, he should not be thinking that Pierce was cute.
Maybe he was. Wait, wait no.
Just before Branzy curled up into a ball and cried, he heard the door open. “ Hello. “ Pierce stepped out and closed the door behind him, “ What have you done? “
“ nothing. “ Branzy muttered, trying to not slip up and admit that he was daydreaming, wait, no. He wasn’t, “ I was just standing. here. “ Branzy paused, before he added, “ alone. “
“ I feel like you are Lying. “
Branzy stifled a laugh as he put his hands up, “ I, am an Innocent man! “ He shouted as he failed to suppress his nervous giggles, “ thank you very much! “
" Hm. " Pierce hummed in a low and suspicious tone, Branzy could tell that he leaned down just to do that. Was it to intimidate him? Patronize him? Because it was working. Branzy's heart was already racing and he started to twitch. He didn't even do anything wrong, Pierce was just intimidating.
Branzy could feel Pierce's eyes on him, like he was waiting to strike him at any moment. Branzy just stood still, as he lost his power to do anything really.
" Alright. " He dragged out the word, and Branzy just knew he was messing with him. Pierce straightened up, or at least backed away. Branzy could already feel his heart in his throat. Or was it an imaginary blade against it? His mind was too flushed to think properly, damn it!
" I Believe you. " Pierce walked past Branzy, brushing his hand against Branzy's shoulder, " Come on. "
It took Branzy about a minute to process that Pierce had grabbed his arm and started to drag him along. The heels of his boots scraped along the flooring, until Branzy remembered he had an afterlife and stumbled to stand up and turn around to walk.
Branzy could’ve sworn he heard Pierce chuckle as he practically jogged to keep up with him. Or maybe he was just hearing things
He was just struggling to walk again, really. Branzy held his head down, staring at the ground and tightly holding onto Pierce’s arm.
Pierce loved to mess around with Branzy’s head,Branzy couldn’t tell if it was an instinct or on purpose. He couldn’t really think straight at all and it was like his body was trying to stay frozen
God, he was a mess. Like, a serious mess.
Branzy couldn’t even walk properly, He just kept stumbling as he tried to not be dragged off of his feet. He could’ve sworn Pierce’s eyes were on him. Just watching.
The thought of Pierce just watching Branzy, accompanied with Branzy’s jumbled thoughts made him more nervous than he already was.
Branzy tried not to think about the terrible memories that tried to rise in his head. He didn’t even realize he had both of his arms around Pierce’s until Pierce gently tugged him forward and he almost tripped. Another thing he didn’t realize was that Pierce had stopped walking.
“ oh- ehm. . “ Branzy stammered, straightening up before he could even think of it. He stupidly still kept one arm around Pierce’s, he didn’t even realize at first, then when he did, suddenly jolting did not make it any better.
“ . .sorry. . “ Branzy murmured as he put his hands together, rubbing his thumb against his wrist, he was such an idiot, waiting for Pierce’s reply.
“ Mhm. “ Pierce softly and somehow drawled. Was Branzy hearing things again or did he actually hear Pierce breath out a chuckle. He didn’t even get to think about it, as Pierce started to walk away.
Did Pierce just leave Branzy in the hallway.
Branzy stood like a deer in headlights for a few seconds, questioning his life and what he should do.
Without really thinking, Branzy just ran forward out of instinct. He didn’t really think it through, he just ran, with the only thought of getting to Pierce again. The clacking of his heavy boots filled his ears.
And he ran until he ran straight into a wall. Apparently he didn’t know the layout of the base that well as he thought.
Branzy fell back, and he heard Pierce immediately turn around.
He didn’t quite register the pain at first, only registering the blood pouring out of his nose. Branzy literally broke his nose. Again. For the third time that week. Branzy brought his hands up to his face, putting one under his chin and the other in front of his face.
The pain and numbness slowly started to seep in, his gloves were too thin to suck up all the blood so it was slowly puddling up.
“ Saint. . “ Pierce muttered, crouching beside Branzy. Branzy turned his head towards Pierce, letting Pierce gently a hand on his cheek. He wordlessly turned Branzy’s face in different angles blood still oozed out of Branzy’s nose and reopened scars he forgot about.
Branzy felt the blood and the pain started to slightly sting more. And taste it. Branzy never liked how metallic blood tasted like. The blood dripped over his lips and onto his chin, dripping onto his turtleneck.
Pierce gently helped Branzy up and held him closely. He kept a firm hold on Branzy’s forearm as they walked all the way back to Branzy’s room. Branzy kept a hand under his chin, the blood definitely seeping through his fingers as he tried to not spill it.
He held his head down, letting the blood pour into his hand, “ so uh. . . “ Branzy muttered, his hand slightly shaking while it failed to stay still, “ I apologize. “
Pierce didn’t even respond. Just sighed again and continued to lead Branzy back to his room. Branzy immediately shut up.
Both of them stayed quiet as Pierce wiped the blood off of Branzy’s face. When they left the room, Pierce made sure to keep Branzy close to him. Their boots were literally brushing against each other every other step they both took.
Was it because Branzy was just trying to copy the way Pierce walked? Maybe. Did he hate the sound of their boots scraping together? Branzy couldn’t focus on anything else. All he heard were their boots scraping together.
He hated the noise.
Branzy never liked loud noises, and he especially hated the noise of the metal. It brought back terrible memories. Memories that brought him fear and anger. Made him despise the soul he was with.
Branzy silently stepped away from Pierce, who didn’t seem to even notice. Their footsteps started to unsync and Pierce’s hold on Branzy’s arm got less firm. They stopped talking long ago, and it made everything so much more awkward.
Branzy turned his head to look beside him, slowly reaching his free arm out to his side casually checking if he was about to hit a wall. He just felt so trapped.
The sudden warmth of something holding his hand totally didn’t scare him for a second. He turned his head to look down at whatever was around his hand, sharp talons silently grazing against his braces.
Oh.
Okay yeah, Branzy was definitely blushing right about now. He didn’t even have to see it to just know.
Pierce was literally holding his hand.
And it was making his heart race very fast. That, or his heart stopped completely. He felt a mix of sudden affection and incredible fear bubble up in his heart. It was like someone just opened a floodgate. Clown Pierce. The Clown Pierce. Was holding his hand. God help Branzy’s heart.
Pierce’s hand was very hot, Branzy knew to expect that. His claws just ever so slightly grazed against his brace. Pierce’s hand then shifted so their fingers were intertwined. Branzy’s hand started to slightly numb at the heat of Pierce’s hand, Branzy’s hands never seemed to turn hot.
He had literally never done that before. Sure, Pierce would put a hand on his cheek every now and then, but that. It sounds ridiculous but that was a first.
This guy was holding Branzy’s hand. Making Branzy’s heart and head race all over the place. And he didn’t even say a word. Branzy exhaled sharply, he was holding his breath the entire time and he didn’t even notice.
Pierce didn’t say anything. Just ever so gently and slightly pulled Branzy a little more closer, so that Branzy wasn’t almost next to a wall.
Is this a new manipulation tactic that Pierce came up with? Subtle flirts? Cause it was definitely working, really well. This would definitely run through Branzy’s head every now and then. Branzy didn’t move either of his arms, just stuck his free arm very close to his body.
He started to just zone out. He couldn’t pay attention to anything else except the warmth of Pierce’s hand intertwined with his. Someone get Branzy out of this situation. As if he couldn’t get more nervous than he already was, except this was a different type of nervousness.
Branzy knew what it was. He wasn’t really sure he’d like to admit it. He was nerve wracked, internally screaming and questioning his life choices.He held Branzy’s hand ever so gently and it drove Branzy even more insane.
Branzy felt two types of nervousness, as if one wasn’t enough. He felt the nervous that you feel when you see someone you love, and the type of nervous you feel when you are about to be murdered.
Despite the months they spent together, Branzy still felt apprehensive around Pierce. He still felt scared, and who wouldn’t be? Sure, Branzy goofed around with Pierce a lot, but Pierce didn’t seem to mind. It was either he would chuckle or just ignore what Branzy said, but both of them were used to it and that doesn’t prove Trust.
Sure. .Branzy trusted Pierce enough to the point he’d let Pierce just drag him around, but it didn’t mean anything else other than Branzy having no choice.
Maybe.
“ Wait here. “ Pierce spoke as if nothing was happening. Branzy nodded and felt Pierce’s hand untangle from his. Without thinking, Branzy’s hand almost followed Pierce’s, almost grabbing his hand again, before stopping himself before he could.
Pierce pushed the door in front of them open, stepping inside the room and closing the door behind him, leaving Branzy in the hallway.
Branzy stood there, waiting and rocking on his heels. His mind hadn’t cleared, he just acted like it did. He put his hands behind his back, his left hand over his right wrist. Then he felt like a needle pricked his skin and stopped rocking.
It took Branzy a moment to realize, Cold. Branzy pulled his palm in front of him as if he could see it, but he knew, his hand was cold again.
It hadn’t even been a few minutes and his hand was already back to being cold. It was confusing. Branzy’s hands always stayed cold even though he was in literally in a place full of fire, They never became hot or even warm.
Branzy always craved warmth, didn’t he? Especially ever since he was deprived of another soul’s touch for so long. .
He silently pressed his hands together, tight as he could, as the warmth of Pierce’s hand dissipated from his. His hands were always ice cold, weren’t they? They never felt a shred of warmth before, and his hands never kept it.
Branzy felt slightly disappointed.
All Branzy did as he waited for Pierce’s return was just keep his hands clasped together, just trying to feel the warmth it felt when he held Pierce’s hand. His hands already were cold, and they grew even colder. Was he crazy or was he actually missing holding Pierce’s hand?
Don’t bother answering. Pierce was gone for a few minutes yet he already missed holding his hand.
What did Pierce do to him? And especially, what did Branzy do to deserve Pierce? Branzy was definitely still blushing and his own thoughts were murdering him.
The sound of the door opening and closing thankfully shut out his thoughts for a little. “ Miss me? “
Branzy held his breath for a second, trying to shut out the rest of his thoughts and calm down, before he shook his head “ not at all! “
“ Ah. “ Pierce responded. He hummed, “ Rude. “
Branzy chuckled before quickly turning on his heels. He kept his hands in front of him silently hoping that Pierce would just ignore what just happened and drag him away. He also hoped that his heartbeat would slow down and his face stopped burning.
Pierce huffed but just walked by Branzy and grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers together and guiding him along.
It took Branzy a few seconds to realize what was happening. His hand started to shake as Pierce pulled Branzy beside him, gently pulling him along with. The feeling of warmth immediately encased his hand again, and his face burned hotter.
Pierce’s hold was so, so gentle. Gentle for a Soul like him, at least. He walked fast, but slow enough for Branzy to keep up, and he acted like nothing was happening. He just held Branzy’s hand as soft as he could as he led him through the hall.
Branzy would’ve hated to admit that he missed Pierce’s touch, so he was happy to hold Pierce’s hand again.
Pierce’s touch was so hot, but Branzy couldn’t care less. The cold of his hand balanced it anyway. Branzy could feel scars and cuts on Pierce’s skin. He was practically screaming at himself to not say anything about it, screaming at him to not tell Pierce to be more careful, screaming to not trace every single cut he felt as lovingly as he could.
Pierce once told him he couldn’t wear gloves since his talons didn’t allow him to. Branzy laughed at the time, but now he felt terrible for him. Imagine literally always having your scars be shown.
There was always this little part of Branzy’s mind that wanted to see the dimension. Even if he knew it would terrify him, he’d always wanted to see it again. And now the same part of him wanted to see the base. Wanted to see the world around them.
Wanted to see Pierce.
Branzy looked down at the ground in shame, he was swooning for a soul he had never even seen. To be fair, that soul was holding his hand, had comforted him when Branzy was losing his mind, and may or may not have watched over him once, and bandaged him when he was hurt.
Branzy exhaled slowly and as quietly as he could, Pierce probably noticed but he didn’t say anything. Just kept walking forward, now leading Branzy to the entrance of the base.
There were multiple things Branzy would hate to admit. One of those things is the fact he may have fallen in love with The Devil. Another thing is the fact that he can’t see how he wouldn’t have. How would he not fall in love with Pierce?
“ for the last time, leave me alone! “ Branzy swatted at the tree vine that was messing with his hair, which literally just dodged his hit and smacked him in the face in return.
“ ow! “ Branzy yelped, before he tucked his knees to his chest and buried his face in them out of annoyance. Apparently, the vine heard about what he did to his cousin and was now taking revenge. How rude.
The vine just continued to mess with Branzy’s hair as he begrudgingly waited for Pierce to come back. Pierce probably didn’t think that Branzy would be attacked by a vine when he sat him down under a tree.
He put his arms over his head, trying to shield his hair and silently hoping that the vine would leave him alone. Which it did not. It just started attacking him as soon as Pierce left and would not stop annoying him.
So much for a flower crown, huh?
“ just you wait, you little. . “ Branzy grumbled, then continued to stay silent as the damn vine kept attacking him.
His tail was aggressively swaying around, yes, his tail was small, he probably looked like he would kill a man, but he was taking it well enough. He was being quite nice, just a few muttered death threats and annoyed swats at the vine.
Which then decided to pull on one of his horns. Branzy jolted out of shock and at the pain of the thorns pricking his horn.
His horns were pretty small, but still sensitive to pain. Branzy inhaled sharply, and then grabbed the vine and pulled on it as hard as he could. The thorns pressed into his skin, but they were too small to feel.
Branzy held his breath, silently regretting what the hell he did as he felt his gloves slightly rip. He was insanely good at getting himself hurt, he wasn’t as good at suppressing the pain and damning evidence of it.
Branzy was annoyed. Really annoyed. His hand was shaking, and he didn’t feel, or just didn’t care about pain despite the thorns pressing into his palm.
He felt something burst through his hand as he held the annoyance tightly, his hand felt colder and numb, and then the suspension just disappeared. The sound of fire spreading and then dispersing. His hand felt like freezing fire, and Branzy wasn’t holding anything anymore, other than ash.
The ash just fell through his fingers as he sat in silence. The hot air grazed the scars on Branzy’s palm, he exhaled and inhaled sharply, coughing and almost choking on the ash that went up in the air.
What did he just do?
Branzy breathed heavily as he put his other hand on the one his palm, his glove was gone. He rubbed his palm with his thumb, expecting a burn that he never felt. His hand was fine. His glove was gone.
He was confused. His hand didn’t even tremble as he tried to think of what happened, he just stayed still and was confused. Scared, even.
“ Branzy. “ Pierce called out, he sounded close but far. Branzy jerked his head up and slammed his hand down on the netherrack, internally cursing at himself as he felt the heat spike into his open palm.
“ yeah? “ Branzy’s voice sounded shaky and quiet to him, the noises of the Nether suddenly coming back to him and filling his ears, he didn’t even realize how silent it was before. “ I’m here! “ He raised his arm up and waved like the idiot he was.
He put his arm down as he heard footsteps get closer to him. The footsteps stopped right in front of him, and then Pierce laid a hand on his shoulder.
“ Are you alright? “ Pierce’s hand slid down and held Branzy’s wrist. Branzy smiled and nodded as Pierce pulled him up to his feet.
“ I’m great! “ Branzy responded despite it being a late response, “ how about you? “
“ Talked to Mapicc and Ro, “ Pierce patted his shoulder, “ They said they wouldn’t tell anyone about the base, and I don’t forgive you for telling Mapicc about it. “
Branzy chuckled nervously, “ I said I was sorry. . “
“ You could have gotten us killed. “ Then he paused for a moment. “ I have a gift for you. “ Pierce muttered, gently grabbing Branzy’s hand and putting something that felt like a stem in it.
“ really? “ Branzy raised his other hand to touch whatever Pierce put in his hand, his fingers brushing against a petal.
Branzy gasped softly, “ did. . .did you just give me a flower, Piercy? “ He asked in a softer voice.
“ Do you like it? “
“ oh, I love flowers! “ Branzy slipped his wrist out of Pierce’s hand, twirling the flower around, “ I just wished I could see it. . .what does it look like? “ Branzy gently titled the flower towards Pierce’s hand.
“ Alright. . “ Pierce said in a hesitant tone, “ I’m not very good at this. The petals are blue and red, and a tiny line of purple in the middle of both colours. . “
“ blue? “
“ Yeah. “
Branzy put his hand together, before he smiled. “ most Nether flowers are red! “ Branzy twirled the flower in his hands once again, “ it’s a bit rare to find blue flowers, and guess what? “ He rocked on his heels, “ it’s even rarer to find ones that are gradient! “
“ Really? “ Pierce picked the flower from Branzy’s fingers, “ I didn’t know that. “
“ and that’s why I'm here! “ Branzy cheerily responded, “ also flowers in the Nether are very rare to even find! since, ya know. It’s a bit too hot for most flowers to grow? “
Pierce brushed Branzy’s hair aside, his talons grazing Branzy’s forehead, and placed the flower beside his horn gently as he could, “ Go on. “
Pierce held Branzy’s hand as they walked together, the entire time Branzy talked about flower origins, and Pierce just listened. The flower rested in Branzy’s hair, the blue and red gradient complimenting his purple and small horns.
Pierce wouldn’t say it, but he liked it when Branzy talked to him about random things. It was one of the reasons he picked the flower in the first place, because he knew Branzy would talk about it.
He liked listening to what Branzy had to say about every single topic he accidentally brought up to him. He liked it when Branzy would just sit and talk to Pierce for as long as he could, Pierce liked it when Branzy smiled and when he’d talk for so long that he fell asleep.
Pierce stopped paying attention to the flower in Branzy’s hair, as his attention was fixated on Branzy’s soft smile as he continued to talk, their hands intertwined as they walked.
Branzy didn’t even realize Pierce was holding his hand since he was distracted, and Pierce didn’t say a single damn thing about it.
“ piercy? “
Pierce looked over his shoulder at Branzy, putting his sword down on the table in front of him, “ Yeah? “
“ you never told me about that one time where I was panicking and I passed out. what happened? “ Branzy asked curiously, looking in the direction of where Pierce was.
“ Well, my dear Branzy. . “ Pierce said in a joking manner, smiling as he heard Branzy chuckle.
“ In the Nether, Demons and Devils alike usually have powers. Like I, “ Pierce put his hand out, a red flower suddenly appearing in his palm, “ I have Summoning and Healing. “
“ wait, does that mean I have powers? “ Branzy asked in an excited tone, sitting up with a curious smile.
“ Mhm. From what I’ve seen, Fire and Thorns. “
“ that sounds. . .amazing! An-and. .dangerous. . . “ Branzy laid back down, his hands over his chest. Pierce just chuckled in humourless pity.
“ We’ll figure it out, Branzy. I promise. “
A choked scream pierced and filled the humid air.
Pierce snapped his head towards where Branzy was, where the scream also came from. A Piglin stood over him, a bloodied golden sword in their hands, Branzy on the ground with blood seeping onto the netherrack, tears forming in his eyes.
Red. Pierce tightened his now shaking grip on the handle of his scythe. The Piglin raised their sword once again, and Pierce didn’t even think of it, but he had already thrown his scythe straight at the Piglin’s head.
The sword fell onto the ground.
“ Branzy!? “ Pierce ignored the rest of them, despite them trying to swing at him.
Branzy clutched his stomach tightly, blood seeping into his clothes and onto the ground. He was struggling to breathe, blood pooling into his mouth.
“ Hey, Branzy. . “ Pierce laid a hand on Branzy’s shoulder, rolling him onto his side, “ Branzy? Can you hear me? “
Branzy nodded, tears welling up in his scared eyes.
He coughed, blood gushing out of his mouth. He couldn’t breathe, and struggled to talk. He squeezed his eyes shut and curled up in a ball, “ i-i’m so-. . “
“ Hey. “ Pierce gently shook him, “ It’s okay. “
Branzy was shaking, choking on his own blood. He pursed his lips, and exhaled slowly. A tear evaporated before it even rolled down his face.
“ Branzy. “ Pierce put his hand on Branzy’s cheek, wiping the blood off of his cheek, “ It’s okay, It’s okay. “ He muttered softly.
Pierce gently rubbed Branzy’s cheek, “ It’s gonna be alright. “
Branzy nodded, quietly and practically sobbing as Pierce tried to stop the blood. He tried to hold Branzy’s hand as he did so. It was only then when he tried to summon bandages that he realized he didn’t have any.
“ Shit. “
Branzy tilted his head, and shakily chuckled. Pierce loved his smile, but he didn’t appreciate the blood that was on his lips. Pierce accidentally pulled on Branzy’s arm, which made the other yelp in pain.
Branzy giggled, or at least tried to,“ d-did i ever tell you that i got stabbed in the arm earlier? “ He muttered jokingly, Pierce didn’t appreciate the enthusiasm, nor the wound on Branzy’s arm.
Pierce put his hand on Branzy’s stomach, a red mist twirled around his hand before it absorbed into his stomach.
Branzy closed his eyes, a soft smile on his face. He tried to suck in a breath, and breathed out. Then he started to hyperventilate. His smile disappeared, and he wasn’t moving.
His body relaxed, he wasn’t breathing. Pierce cupped Branzy’s cheeks with both of his hands, Branzy’s body started to disperse, Pierce’s hands phased through Branzy’s face, he wasn’t breathing, Pierce was too late, He was dead.
Pierce kneeled beside where Branzy used to lay, the only trace of his Saint was the blood that was left. He put a hand onto the place where Branzy used to be, his talon scraping against the ground, his hand being stained by Branzy’s blood.
Pierce looked up to where his scythe was. It was lodged into the wall, blood still dripping from the blade. He was shaking. Pierce stood up and held his hand out, summoning his scythe back. He was not happy.
He turned around and faced the seemingly fearless Piglins that still stood where he left them. He narrowed his eyes at them in anger. Anger. That was all he felt as he glared at his opponents.
Pierce knew they were going to die, but now. He gripped his scythe tightly, his hands shaking at the grip, they were going to suffer and regret everything.
The base was quiet when Pierce got back. Usually, that was a good thing, but after he got the feeling of uneasiness and dread, Pierce knew it wasn’t good at all.
Pierce closed the doors behind him, and ran through the hall, blood still dripping from his hands.
“ Branzy? “ He called out, pushing the decorated door of the room with his respawn anchor open, “ Branzy, it’s me. “
Pierce didn’t have to see Branzy to know he was crying. He slowly closed the door behind him, staring at the sobbing Branzy that was in front of him.
“ Branzy. . “ He was sitting in front of his Anchor, knees up to his chest as he buried his head in his knees. Branzy was scared. Pierce took a step forward, which Branzy jolted at. Branzy was shaking, steam pouring out of his eyes.
“ Hey. “ Pierce stopped walking.
“ Hi. “ Branzy sounded tired, and like he couldn’t talk. He was breathing too quickly, and was still crying uncontrollably, so he struggled to even talk. He trembled out of nervousness and he looked so distraught and upset.
Pierce slowly kneeled in front of him, and looked Branzy in the eyes. He was teary eyed and looked. and was scared, he had a hand over his chest, breathing too fast to be good.
“ . .Do you need something? “ Pierce asked as softly as he could, trying to be as quiet as he could, staring into Branzy’s blank eyes.
Branzy held his breath like he always did when he was scared, before he harshly exhaled. He put his forehead on his curled knees, and coughed harshly. Pierce could hear Branzy struggling to breathe, he trembled and he was gasping as if he couldn’t breathe. Pierce felt Branzy’s fear and dread as he cried and cried harshly.
“ Branzy. . “ Pierce had no idea what to do. He just watched as Branzy continued to sob and break down in front of him. Branzy was sobbing out of pain and fear, he acted and looked so broken and it was slowly breaking whatever Pierce had for a heart.
Pierce hesitantly put one of his hands out, bending his fingers so his claws wouldn’t graze Branzy’s knee, “ Do you wanna hold my hand? “ He talked lower than he usually did, trying to not scare the Saint in front of him.
It was like Branzy didn’t think, he vigorously nodded his head as he just shakily shoved his hand forward.
“ Okay. “ Pierce gently and slowly held Branzy’s hand, intertwining their fingers as softly as he could. Branzy was usually hyper aware of Pierce’s claws, but at that moment Pierce could tell that Branzy couldn’t focus on anything else but breaking down.
Branzy tried to hold his breath, tried to quiet himself, “ thank you. “ His voice was quiet and shaky, he struggled to breathe before he continued to choke on his tears.
Pierce could feel Branzy’s hand shaking as he pressed his hand close to his cheek, he could also feel Branzy’s quick breathing against his palm. Branzy closed his eyes, and leaned forward. Pierce awkwardly let his hand stay on his cheek, despite it being uncomfortable.
Branzy sucked in a breath and held it, before he started to shake, soft noises somewhat escaping him. Pierce tried to look down at him, but Branzy was already crying yet again.
Pierce wasn’t sure what was happening. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do.
He just knew he was holding Branzy close to his chest, letting Branzy just cry. He let Branzy sob as he held him, Branzy’s sobs echoing throughout the room.
Pierce slid his arms around Branzy’s waist, holding him closer than before and running a hand through his hair. Branzy was hysterical, soft gasps as he just struggled to breathe, like he was choking on the air.
“ It’s okay, Branzy. “ Pierce softly murmured, “ Just try to breathe, I’m right here. “
Branzy cried harder, his hands rested on Pierce’s chest as he tried, and failed to stifle his sobs of pain. Pierce leaned down to rest his chin in Branzy’s hair, silently and carefully running his talons through it.
“ I know you’re scared, but it’s okay. I’ll keep you safe. “
Branzy held his breath, before he exhaled sharply, gasping as he failed to stop crying, “ my chest hurts. . .so much. “ He managed to choke out in-between sobs, he sunk into Pierce’s neck, “ everything hurts. “
“ I know. “ Pierce gently rubbed Branzy’s back, “ Just try to stay with me. Alright? “
“ i don’t wanna die. “ Branzy mumbled. He sounded tired, like he was about to faint but also was struggling to even talk, “ please don’t let me die. “ Branzy was so, so scared, and Pierce knew that.
“ You won’t. “ Pierce listened to Branzy’s breathing slow as he talked, “ I’ll protect you, Promise. “
Branzy sniffled softly, letting himself relax into Pierce’s touch, “ okay. . . “
Pierce looked down at the passed out Branzy on his bed. He looked Branzy up and down, just checking if there were any scars that Branzy didn’t deserve.
Pierce put a hand on Branzy’s cheek, a small smile grew on his face as Branzy involuntarily leaned into his hand. He made sure to be gentle so his talons wouldn’t hurt Branzy. He wanted to make sure that he was okay.
He silently draped the blanket over Branzy, then sitting down beside his bed. Pierce wanted to make sure that Branzy would never get hurt ever again. He wanted to protect him.
Pierce wouldn’t lie, he loved to see other souls in pain. That was the main reason why he was feared, because it was guaranteed that he’d destroy you for his own amusement.
But Branzy. He’d never lay a harming hand on his beloved Saint. And after he saw Branzy so broken, almost as broken as the day Pierce saved him, Pierce would rather die than ever see Branzy cry ever again.
He had to protect Branzy. Had to. He’d hold Branzy as close as he could, anything to keep him safe.
It was far beyond just him wanting to make Ivory proud that he saved her brother. Branzy was more than just a refugee to him. Branzy was special to him, and Pierce would do anything and everything to make sure that he would be okay.
“ have I ever told you that I’m not a Saint? “
“ You. . .Aren’t? “ Pierce looked around for a few moments, confused as to where Branzy was. Branzy giggled, and Pierce realized he was just under the table.
“ nope! Saints are like the superiors of the Aether! “ Branzy said cheerily, putting a hand on his jaw. Branzy waited for any disapproving remarks, before he continued to talk, “ I’m an angel, didn’t you realize? “
“ Not at all. “ Pierce sat down in front of Branzy, crossing his arms, “ I know nothing of Aether Terminology. “
“ It. . .it’s not that deep, love. “ Branzy clenched his fist when he accidentally called Pierce “ Love “, to which Pierce just chuckled at that.
“ Saints are usually the souls who are in charge, it takes a long couple of years to finally become one. “ Branzy explained more, moving his hands around, “ While I am technically still an angel. despite. . .a lot. “
Pierce nodded thoughtfully, before adding, “ So, you’re my Angel? “
“ Y-yo. . “ Branzy sputtered, turning a light shade of pink, “ Your angel? “ He repeated, his face lightly covered with light red.
Pierce smiled deviously, “ My angel. My dearest, most beautiful angel. “
“ oh my god please stop. “ Branzy covered his face with his hands, laying down on the floor, “ y-you’re gonna kill me, please stop. “
Pierce chuckled, “ Alright, my angel. “
The last thing Branzy remembered before he fell asleep was Pierce gently putting him in bed and putting the blanket over him. The memory of that was a bit fuzzy, since his eyes hurt from crying, but it still made him feel warm.
When he woke up, he definitely wasn’t in bed. Even though he was drowsy and still tired, Branzy knew he wasn’t at the base.
Branzy became hyper aware that first, he wasn’t at the base, second, he was tied up in an unfamiliar place. He also had the sense that he wasn’t alone, which didn’t register in his half awake mind.
His hands were tied up with vine, and so was his torso, but the person who tied him up had the decency to cut the thorns off.
Where the hell was he? Where was Pierce? Branzy squirmed in his restraints, kicking his feet and trying to pull his hands apart.
“ Hello. “
Branzy jolted back, hitting his head on the pole he was tied to. “ ow! “ Branzy yelped, “ uh, hi? “ The sudden feeling of nervousness and fear filled his chest, “ where am I? “
“ Here. “ The soul’s boots clacked on the hard floor as they walked right in front of Branzy, “ With me. “ They ominously added.
Branzy’s heart started to race, and he was now wide awake, “ why am I here? “ He squeaked, his voice going quiet as he started to panic, “ . .who are you? “
“ Who are you? “ The soul responded, completely ignoring Branzy’s question and using it himself, “ I don’t think you should be in a Devil’s domain. “
“ P-pierce? “ Branzy hesitantly and quietly said, “ I- i know him, I swear. . “ He looked down at his knees, starting to tremble in fear.
“ Who are you, then. “
“ Branzy. . “ He shakily answered, his chest felt like it was tightening, he was already struggling to breathe and he felt like he was choking on his own fear.
“ I don’t know you, then. “ They put a hand on Branzy’s shoulder, making him jolt, “ My name is Leowook. ClownPierce’s ally. “ His voice echoed through-out Branzy’s head, making him so more scared than he should have.
“ wh-why am I here? “ Branzy’s mind started to go numb with panic, his captor’s voice had already started to fill his thoughts, his heart either stopped or was just beating too fast to tell.
“ How about I ask the questions.? “ Leo didn’t even wait for a response, “ Why were you in my ally’s base. You clearly aren’t supposed to be there. “
Branzy held his breath, fear and apprehension already trapped him in his own mind. He felt like he was going to die.
“ Do I seriously have to repeat myself? “ Leo’s tone was too harsh, it hurt Branzy’s ears and it made him feel more scared, “ Why were you at Clown Pierce’s base. “
“ B-because- “ Branzy couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe. He was scared. He couldn’t breathe, “ I-i live with him? “ Branzy could barely hear his own words. All he could hear was his heartbeat in his ears.
Leo stood up and laughed, but not like how Pierce did. No, it was too sinister. Too harsh, too sickening to hear.
Branzy started to feel sick. He couldn’t do anything. He wanted to go home. But he was there with a soul he didn’t know. He was so scared.
The memories already started to flood back right to him. This was exactly how he was captured the first time he was in the Nether. Tied up. Mocked. The last event in the cycle.
“ Really? “ Leo said in a mocking tone, Branzy could hear his smile in his words. Leo didn’t believe him. He was gonna die. He was going to die.
“ Last time I checked. . . “ Leo walked around Branzy, before he slammed his foot on the floor, purposely making Branzy jolt in surprise, “ Pierce didn’t tell me he had someone in his base. “
Branzy’s shaking was starting to become more obvious. He was going to die. Branzy tried to speak but he couldn’t think about what he would say. He was going to die.
“ Are you lying to me, Branzy? “ The way Leo added his name in what he said made Branzy sick. Terrified. He felt like he was going to pass out. He was going to die.
“ Hm? “ Leo stomped their foot again, “ Answer me. “
“ N. .no. . “ Branzy started to choke on his own breathing. His heart started to race, that or it actually stopped beating. He couldn’t breathe. He was going to die.
The last event in the cycle.
Leo huffed, they sounded angry. Anger. He walked right up towards Branzy again, their boots sounded too loud. Too loud. It echoed throughout the room and through Branzy’s ears.
They crouched out in front of Branzy, and aggressively put a hand on his shoulder.
Torture.
“ don’t- “
“ What? “ Leo tightened his grip on Branzy’s shoulder, “ Don’t what?- “
“ Don’t touch me. “ Branzy could barely hear himself anymore, but he knew he said what he did. He tried to hold his breath, he couldn’t move, he could only tremble, he was going to die, he was scared, he was going to die.
Leo didn’t say anything. They just kept their hand on Branzy’s shoulder.
“ Stop it. “ He was getting angrier, he sounded strangled. Branzy could barely talk but he couldn’t do anything else. His stomach felt like it was doing summer-saults out of fear. He couldn’t move. He felt like he was choking.
Leo didn’t say anything. They just stared at Branzy, he could feel it. Branzy tried to stop talking, he could barely think, let alone talk. He couldn’t breathe.
Without a word, Leo hummed, and then aggressively shook Branzy from his shoulder, “ Why should I listen to you? I don’t even know who you are. “ Too harsh. Leo’s voice and words echoed through-out Branzy’s mind.
Branzy tried. He really did. But after Leo practically slammed his head against the pole he was tied to? He was so, so scared. Everything sounded too loud. He could hear his own heartbeat. Or could he? Was he hearing things or hearing nothing?
Leo started to apologize, or at least Branzy thought he was. Leo’s apologies sounded empty. He couldn’t hear anything anymore. He couldn’t hear his words. He just knew he was yelling. Yelling at Leo to leave him alone. He couldn’t hear anything. He felt empty. Scared. He yelled until he lost his breath.
Branzy wasn’t sure what happened. All he knew was that a door opened and closed and he was left alone, struggling to breathe.
He fucked up. He fucked up, he was going to die. He was going to die. He didn’t even remember what he was saying. All he knew was that he was crying. Crying out of anger and fear. He felt like he was going to pass out.
He was shaking. He was scared. His chest felt like it was collapsing. He couldn’t breathe. He didn’t want to die. He didn’t want to die. He could barely make a sound.
He just wanted to go home.
To his friends. Chief. Rek.
To Pierce.
He was alone. He hated being alone. He just wanted to be back with his friends. With Pierce. He was alone.
Yelling. The sounds of his environment suddenly came back to him. He curled up again, burying his head in his knees. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t make a sound. He was scared.
He heard shouts and yells from the hallway. He was scared. The yelling was too loud. The yells were too loud and it was ringing in his ears. He felt like he was going to pass out.
Branzy breathed in, his breathing violently hitched and it was inconsistent. His heartbeat was still racing.
“ Why the Fuck did you?!-- What is wrong with!?- “
The yelling then became screams of pain and fear. Branzy wanted to put his arms over his head, put his hands over his ears and cry. Cry out of fear and pain. All he could hear was the damn screaming. The pain of it too.
“ Where is he?! “ A shout rang through his ears, even though it was muffled and he could barely hear what the soul said.
Branzy inhaled and exhaled heavily, he was next, was he? He was going to die. He couldn’t breathe. He was going to die.
“ I’ll fucking kill you if you don’t tell me where he is! “
The screams made him scared, more than he should have been. The sudden silence scared him even more. He couldn’t hear anything anymore.
“ Branzy? “ A muffled voice called out, but he heard it clearly.
Pierce?
Branzy sucked in a deep breath, his heart still raced, he wasn’t sure what he was hearing anymore. Branzy wasn’t sure what he heard, but it made him feel safer.
“ Pierce? “ Branzy muttered under his breath, struggling to find his voice again. He coughed, his chest still hurt, he was still trembling from fear, “ Pierce! “
He heard the sound of running, stopping at the door of the room he was in. The door opened slowly, it wasn’t as loud as it was before, and whoever walked in made sure to not be too loud.
“ Branzy. . “ Pierce’s voice was soft. So very soft compared to the soul he was talking to earlier. Who was he talking to?
Pierce slowly walked towards Branzy, and then kneeled in front of him, “ Are you okay? Did he hurt you. “ Pierce’s voice seemed to become scarier as he added the last part.
Branzy breathed deeply, the feeling of safety started to seep in his mind, “ I don't know. “ He shook his head, still keeping his head low, “ I’m scared. “
“ Yeah. That’s okay. “
Branzy felt the restraints on his wrists fall apart. He put his hands in front of his chest, and held his wrist with his other hand. The feeling of relief washed over him, but not completely overriding his fears.
“ Come on, let’s go home. “
“ Clown. “ Leo called out to Pierce.
Pierce turned around, making sure to not make sudden movements to not scare already terrified Branzy in his arms. Pierce turned around and narrowed his eyes at Leo.
Leo was still covered in bruises and blood from cuts and wounds Pierce caused. He looked tired yet annoyed. Leo was leaning against the empty door frame of his man doors, “ Next time, when you get a Boyfriend, you tell me. “
“ And why should I do that. “ Pierce spat back, anger and protective instinct still surged through his mind. Leo sighed and put a hand on his bleeding forehead.
“ Maybe then, I won’t kidnap him and have you ruin my suit. “
“ You probably shouldn’t go to my base next time. “ Pierce glanced at Branzy, who seemed to be staring into space, before he added, “ Asshole. “
“ Alright then. “ Leo seemed to already give up, ” Fine. “, Which didn’t surprise Pierce in the slightest. Leo was covered in slashes and bruises from Pierce mercilessly tearing him apart, who wouldn’t be tired after that?
“ Good. We will be going then. “
Leo rolled his eyes, and wiped some of the blood on his lips, “ Will you at least fix my doors? “ He pointed to the doors that laid on the ground.
Pierce stared into Leo’s eyes, before promptly turning around and starting to walk away, Branzy safely laying in his arms and him covered in blood.
“ Fuck you too. “
“ Are you sure you’re okay, Branzy? “ Pierce had a gentle hand on Branzy’s cheek, tilting his head in different angles, “ You can tell me if you need anything. “
Branzy smiled sweetly, “ yeah. . .I’m fine! “ He muttered, barely over a whisper. His tone was still sweet, but Pierce could tell he was still scared.
Pierce gently rubbed Branzy’s cheek with his thumb, “ Are you sure? I’m not mad, You did nothing wrong. “ He softly spoke, to which Branzy just shook his head.
Branzy nodded, putting a hand over Pierce’s, “ He didn’t hurt me. . .physically. “ His smile had a hint of sadness, but he acted okay.
“ Are you saying this so I don’t kill him again. “ Pierce meant it as a threat, but he found himself saying it as quietly and softly as he could.
“ oh god no, you can do that if you want to. “ Branzy jokingly made a finger gun, or whatever he called it, and laughed light-heartingly. The small hint of malice and deviousness mixed in his soft laugher.
Pierce chuckled and shook his head. “ Do you want to message Ivory again? “ He asked, a small smile resting on his face.
Branzy smiled, and nodded, “ yeah! I’d love to! “
Pierce felt himself smile ever so genuinely as he patted Branzy’s shoulder. He felt, No, he just knew that Branzy was so much more to him than just a rescued soul. He just wanted to hold Branzy as close as he could and keep him away from danger.
He’d slaughter anyone who dared even lay a harming hand on his beloved Saint.
Branzy’s laughter pulled on Pierce’s heart, just seeing Branzy smile and laugh so happily made Pierce also happy. Pierce just felt so drawn to him.
Branzy was like a light in Pierce’s dark soul.
There Branzy was again, in the same scenario he had always gotten caught in, But this time it was in a place he didn’t know.
Hot air grazed the open wound and the small slashes on Branzy’s arm, the blood dripping onto the boiling Netherrack he sat on.
Fear. The one thing that Branzy didn’t feel as much when he was hurt. He was alone and hurt, but he wasn’t as scared as he should have been in those moments.
Branzy may have not felt scared, but he felt anxiety and loneliness as he sat with his back against a tree. Since the base was somewhat compromised, Pierce and Branzy relocated to somewhere farther from their old base.
Of course Branzy had to sneak away when Pierce left for a few minutes. It wasn’t hard, Pierce hadn’t even built a gate. He’d travelled far into their forest before, but now that they were somewhere unfamiliar to him, it didn’t take long for him to get lost.
The familiarity of his surroundings slowly started to fade as he trudged deeper and deeper into the Nether. Soon, he just started to bump and crash into things he couldn’t see or realize.
He almost fell into a Lava lake.
Branzy didn’t even try to back-track where he came from. He knew that he’d somehow get even more lost if he tried. Then he encountered a Bastion by accident.
He didn’t even realize until he started getting shot and swung at by angry Piglins. As one of their arrows made contact with Branzy’s skin, without a second thought he ran. He ran until he couldn’t hear the angry stomps of golden boots anymore. Ran until he felt even more unfamiliar with his surroundings.
And now, he was most likely hundreds of blocks away from their base. He didn’t admit it then, but he was definitely lost. With a wound he couldn’t heal by himself.
Branzy’s heart was still racing from the adrenaline of running, his breathing was somewhat normal for the situation. He held his arm close to his chest, the blood seeping into his glove and vest. His ankle may have also been injured, as it hurt every time Branzy moved his leg.
Thorns covered his skin, slight sparks of fire emitted from his palms. Branzy wished that he learned how to control his powers earlier.
Branzy tried to just relax. His breaths were heavy, his eyes were closed, and he was trying to not panic too much as he tried to lay against the tree that held him up. Branzy was exhausted, but he was too pumped with adrenaline and anxiety to realize that.
He held his arm and tucked his knees close to his chest. It seemed like his arm would never stop bleeding, for some reason. His glove, sleeve and vest already felt sticky. Uncomfortable.
He felt a lot of things in those moments. Fidgety, the type of dread that told him to run, the anxiety of being alone, but he didn’t seem to notice. Branzy’s hands just trembled as he kept them in tight fists, slightly squeezing the blood out of his glove.
Branzy didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t heal himself, didn’t have bandages, didn’t prepare supplies in case he got hunted down. All he could do is just sit under the tree and wait for Pierce to come looking for him like he always did.
He tried not to even think about his current situation. He let his head fall to the side as he waited.
Branzy wasn’t scared, Totally! Forget the fact that he was hundreds, worse, thousands of blocks away from base, completely alone and injured. But the ambience of the area he was in was starting to stress him out. There were no ghasts, no lava pops, no piglins, no nothing. It was too quiet to be the Nether.
If it wasn’t for the heat, he’d think it was the Aether.
Aether.
Branzy really missed that place. He wanted to go back, he really did. But it would’ve been impossible. Sure, his wings were growing again, but he had already gained demonic features.
He hated it when he was reminded of them. It was painful to grow his horns, painful enough to make him think he was going to die. Branzy couldn’t stand his own features, even if he couldn’t see them. Even if all he could see was an empty void, he hated everything about him.
He really wanted to go back to the Aether. He really wanted to see his friends again, wanted to prank Rek and Chief, wanted to end up falling asleep in Chief’s bed, wanted to end up falling asleep in the library. With them. He missed his friends so much. And he was never going to see them ever again. It was the truth.
He would do anything and everything to go back.
Branzy missed his friends so much, he just wanted to be held by his best friends again. He wanted to ask Rek about what to do. He wanted to ask Chief to just hug him and never let go.
He wished he told both of them that he loved them one last time.
Tears formed in Branzy’s eyes, he fell onto his side and curled up into a ball, forgetting about his injury all together. He couldn’t take it anymore. He was never going back. He didn’t even remember what it was like to be there. He just knew it was bright and it used to be home.
Now the Nether was his home.
“ The reason why Demons and Devils are in the Nether is because the chains of evil and desperation restrain them from ever having salvation. “
Branzy softly cried, trying to stifle the sounds of pain that he choked on. He pressed his forehead on his knees, he felt so empty. Numb.
Maybe some of those “ Demons “ didn’t deserve to be chained. Branzy didn’t deserve the chains that held him captive. He didn’t deserve to be ripped away from his home. He didn’t deserve to have a hole in his heart.
He wished that Pierce was with him at that moment. Branzy hated being alone, and Pierce made sure he never was.
Pierce didn’t know it, but he filled the hole in Branzy’s void filled heart. Pierce made the void that Branzy always saw brighter, in a way. Pierce made him so much more happy.
Pierce would actually listen to what Branzy had to talk about. He’d rather put his life on the line than to have Branzy hurt.
Even though he never knew what Pierce looked like, Branzy just knew that he was beautiful.
Branzy was cold. Ever since he was born into the Aether, his touch was as cold as ice could be.
Pierce gave him the warmth that he never knew he even craved.
“ Are you alright, Branzy? “ Pierce asked, bandaging Branzy’s wounded arm as he gently held his hand.
Branzy didn’t respond. Just stared at the ground with red and teary eyes.
It took everything Pierce had to not immediately cradle Branzy’s face in his hands. To not wipe every tear off of his Branzy’s face and tell him that everything was going to be okay.
Branzy sat on the edge of a cliffside, mindlessly swinging his legs over what could be his literal death. He felt the heat of the lava, even though he was dozens of blocks away from even touching the surface.
It was scorching hot in the Nether, but Branzy’s cold temperature never faltered. Branzy constantly thought about it, mostly because he couldn’t stop thinking of Pierce holding his hand- but he doesn’t think of that. Of course not.
Speaking of Pierce, he told Branzy to stay close to the base as he built the gate. Branzy didn’t protest, only softly smiling and sitting behind their base.
Branzy didn’t wanna be alone again.
He laid down, silently regretting it as his back hit the hot netherrack. His small wings puffed in surprise, even though he already knew the heat of the Nether.
Branzy put his arms on his chest, blankly staring up and tapping his heel against the netherrack. He felt his hair spread out and around his head, strands of hair against his small horns.
His hair was always pretty fluffy, but he always tried to keep it short since he didn’t like it too long. Until he crossed into the Nether. Yeah, he had to just continue to live with medium hair. He did tell Pierce about it, but Branzy almost had a heart attack when Pierce casually slashed at his hair with a dagger.
“ Branzy? “ Pierce called out from wherever he was.
Branzy tilted his head up and towards where he heard Pierce’s voice, “ Hi! “ He yelled back, despite knowing that Pierce was literally close by.
“ Are you okay? “ The tone of concern and care in Pierce’s voice made Branzy flush, or maybe it was just hot.
“ mhm! “ Branzy nodded to himself, his heart beating faster than it usually did.
“ Good. “ Pierce mused, before going silent, the sounds of a pickaxe tearing through the ground made Branzy assume he was working again, so he also fell quiet as he tried to shut out his own feelings.
What feelings? Yeah actually, what feelings. Branzy didn’t know himself as much as he used to, but he knew something was up. The fact that he would flush every time Pierce held his hand, the fact his heart would race every time Pierce talked so gently.
At this point he was just starting to accept it.
Shimmering. Suddenly Branzy felt like he could see a gentle light in the void he called his sight.
The soft sound of shimmering made Branzy turn his head to the side, as if he could investigate the sudden noise. It sounded faint, but Branzy could hear and recognize it. Pierce didn’t seem to notice as he was still tearing through the ground.
Something was trying to persuade him to go towards the faint noise, the feeling of curiosity and familiarity made him want to listen.
Branzy sat up, his head still turned towards where he thought, no, knew where the sound was coming from. He felt drawn to find out what he was hearing, the familiar feelings of cold and memory made him feel drawn towards it.
He didn’t feel any type of fear as he continued to listen to the noise like he was in a trance. His breathing was slow, his heartbeat was normal. Branzy slowly slid himself back so he wouldn’t fall, and he, as quietly as he could, stood up.
Shimmering.
Branzy knew Pierce wouldn’t see him yet. He looked around, before he took gentle and quiet steps towards where the shimmering was coming from. He kept his tail close to his leg, his wings puffing up and gently swaying up and down.
He walked slow as his boots would’ve clacked if he walked any faster. Branzy wasn’t sure what and where he was going to, but he felt drawn enough to just follow the noise.
The soft shimmering gave him a sense of deja vu. He could recognize it, but he couldn’t quite name what it was. He just knew it was bright and it was faint.
As he walked away, the sounds of Pierce building slowly started to fade out of his ears. Branzy had the urge to just turn around and sit down where he used to, but something just urged him to follow the sound.
Branzy just hoped that he would get back before Pierce noticed that he wasn’t there.
The familiarity of his surroundings started to fade away as he walked farther away from where their base was. Familiarity faded and faded until Branzy didn’t know where he was anymore.
He started to bump and trip into trees and vines that were sprawled on the ground, but he didn’t feel hurt at all. Or maybe he was, all he could focus on was the noise, which was getting closer and louder.
Crystals. That’s what the sound reminded him of, Crystals. And icicles.
Cold. Crystals. Icicles.
Branzy continued to trudge forward, his steps becoming a normal pace since he was already far and away from where Pierce was.
Branzy walked in a straight line, somehow never running into a very inconvenient obstacle. He didn’t seem to notice that, though. He just seemed to be in a trance despite being able to snap out of it.
The sound got louder and louder as he walked closer, the light in his void filled sight getting brighter. Branzy had no idea where he was, but he felt a sort of safety, despite being far away from Pierce. It reminded him of something.
The trees and sprawled vines slowly disappeared, Branzy becoming more and more curious as to what he was following. Something in his heart just tugged him forward, telling him something was there.
Then all the terrain disappeared. No more trees, no more vines, just flat ground. It was oddly silent too, just Branzy’s soft footsteps and the shimmering. The shimmering that seemed close.
Branzy walked, despite the silence that he disliked. The quiet ambiance usually freaked him out, but it seemed like whatever was pulling him forward made him forget all about it. Then he stopped in front of where he felt the noise was coming from.
He tilted his head, wondering what was currently in front of him. The soft shimmers seemed too quiet for him to hear from the base, and it emitted a feeling of freezing cold.
Branzy hesitantly raised his hand up, slowly bringing his hand forward to touch whatever it was.
Cold. His fingers grazed what felt like a gem, the aura and touch feeling cold. As cold as Branzy’s hands usually were. He took another step forward, his curiosity somehow growing more than it should have.
He stood in front of the gem, silently wondering what it was doing there and what he should do. Branzy looked around, he didn’t know where he was, the area around him felt unfamiliar.
There was no one around. Barely any other noise other than the now quieter shimmers and his breathing.
Now, Pierce always told him to not touch random things, but, the want to know got into Branzy’s mind.
He had to know what it was, and why he felt so drawn to it.
Branzy may have not known what he was about to touch, but he was going to find out somehow. He didn’t even breathe or think about it, just wrapped his hand around the gem as tightly as he could.
The cold touch of the gem felt like thorns pricking into Branzy’s palm, which he did not prepare for at all. He would have immediately screamed and jumped back, if he didn’t immediately freeze instead.
As his hand continued to hold the gem, the cold let what he was holding and quickly sunk into his skin. It didn’t even give Branzy time to rethink all of his life choices.
Branzy lost his breath, felt like he was somehow stuck in time and couldn’t move. Only then his fear sunk into his mind. He harshly squeezed his eyes shut, his hand then started to shake as surges of cold went through his arm. It felt painful yet painless.
Branzy was an idiot. A very dumb one, too.
As the last bits of cold left the gem in his grasp, he fell to his knees as he lost the grip on it. Branzy was shaking, gasping and coughing for air as if he was almost suffocated.
He opened his eyes, only to see a blurry area. All he saw was crimson red, in front of him something purple. Branzy coughed, before he rubbed his eyes out of instinct. His eyes hurt a lot, or just itched.
Branzy peeked through his fingers, crimson red netherrack filled his vision, a purple amethyst, which was glowing a bright lavender, surrounded by tiny shards laying in front of his knees. He sat there, looking down at the amethyst and wondering what just happened to him.
He looked up, seeing red netherrack everywhere. Tiny glints of gold and netherrack were illuminated by the lava under them despite it being significantly low, warped trees stood on higher levels from where he was.
Branzy looked back at the amethyst, his gem. The amethyst’s core seemed to still glow a soft lavender, tiny shards were scattered around the gem. He was confused. Confused as to what was happening. Only then did he realize something.
He could see.
Branzy rubbed his eyes again, was he dreaming or something? His vision obviously became blurry, but then fixed. He could still see red, and illuminations of orange. He looked down at his hands, looking at his palms and the back of his hands.
His gloves, or what was left of them, were blood stained, scars and cuts he never ever remembered having stained his skin, his nails slightly overgrown and sharp, his skin somehow pale and bruised.
He looked up his forearm, realizing his netherite braces were clamped over his long sleeves. He grimaced at that, and the shallow and deep slashes engraved in the deep purple armour he had on.
Branzy was so confused and also happy. He had no damn idea what was happening. First he hears this weird, yet melodic noise, and now he can see again? God, this was so surreal and amazing to him!
The sound of boots landing right in front of him made him snap his head up.
The soul in front of him wore a purple and black cloak that covered most of their body, a hood draped over their head with orange fox ears sticking out of it. They looked up at Branzy, their green eyes lighting up as soon as they saw him.
“ Branzy?! “ Their voice sounded so excited and surprised, and sounded so familiar. Their eyes dilating as they stared at Branzy with excitement. They immediately clenched their fists and held them in front of their chest.
He didn’t feel scared of this figure.
Branzy squinted his eyes at the figure in front of him, looking into their green eyes, trying to remember who the soul was in front of him. He stared before he backed away, keeping an eye on their sword holster.
“ who are you? “ Branzy asked, his tone being confused, yet not fearful. The soul’s eyes immediately changed to a look of confusion and betrayal.
“ Wh-hat?. . “ They whispered just loud enough for Branzy to hear. They blinked at him a few times, betrayal and sadness overridden their happiness, “ Don’t you remember me, Branzy? “
They pulled their hood down, their ginger and fluffy looked unkempt as it poured out of the hood. Their ears perked down before they flicked up again.
“ It’s me! “ They held their arms up, a soft yet pained smile on their face, “ Vitalasy! your friend! “ His wings spread out, following Vitalay’s arms. His hair was as fluffy as Branzy’s was, the difference being Vitalasy’s was orange.
Vitalasy. Branzy remembered him as another angel who somehow was a fox hybrid. Vitalasy, one of Branzy’s friends. The second non-human and freckled friend he had. Vitalasy. The one who had a demon as a brother.
Yeah. Vitalasy was the one who told him to be careful about the Nether.
Branzy tilted his head, and nodded, “ Vitalasy. . “ He muttered, still staring at the soul in front of him, staring at every feature he could take in and remember, “ yeah. . .my- my teammate, right? “
Vitalasy’s wings fluttered, a big smile spreading across his face and he stepped towards Branzy, “ You remember! “ Vitalasy’s words were filled with excitement and pride. He was always so excited about random things.
“ uhm. . “ Branzy muttered, looking to the side and into the lava, “ why are you here? Angels aren’t supposed to be in the Nether. . “ His thoughts going to himself.
Vitalasy scoffed, walking towards Branzy, “ You’re an angel too! So I decided to come down here and save you! “ He told Branzy, pride in his voice as he pulled Branzy up by his wrist. Vitalasy pulled Branzy to his feet, a big smile on his face as Branzy stared back at him.
“ wait, wait wait. “ Branzy pried his wrist out of Vitalasy’s grasp, “ you came here to save me? despite the risks? “
Vitalasy smiled and nodded vigorously, “ Yeah! I’ll tell you all about it once we get home! “ He excitedly said, “ c’mon, let’s go! “ He added in a hush tone.
“ now? “
“ Obviously! “ He chuckled, grabbing Branzy’s hand and puffing his wings, “ We have to get out of here before. . . “ Vitalasy suddenly became hushed. He looked Branzy in the eyes, “ Before the demons get to us. “
Branzy just stared at Vitalasy.
Vitalasy smiled and nodded. He turned and spread his wings, holding onto Branzy’s hand tightly. Cold. Vitalasy started to run to the edge, to where he first landed, but Branzy just stood still. Resisted Vitalasy’s hold on his wrist.
Vitalasy wasn’t very strong, but Branzy’s boots still scraped loudly against the ground as he tried to pull away. Vitalasy turned his head and looked at Branzy, his smile replaced by a look of confusion on his face.
“ What are you doing? “ Vitalasy looked at Branzy with a smile of confusion, “ We seriously need to go now! It is freaking hot out here. “
“ I. . . “ Branzy gently pulled Vitalasy back, reaching for his other hand “ I’m not leaving. I-i don’t want to leave. “ He shook his head, closing his eyes as he said it.
“ What? “
“ I’m staying here. “
“ What. “
Branzy’s mind started to spiral again. The way Vitalasy’s tone changed made him nervous to even continue talking. Branzy opened his eyes again, only to be met with an upset looking Vitalasy staring back at him.
His eyes were wide, and his pupils were thin. Vitalasy stared, a look of confusion and anger in his eyes as he smiled in disbelief. He looked upset. Branzy remembered how he would get when Vitalasy got mad.
“ Are you joking? “ Vitalasy laughed, pulling his hands away from Branzy’s hold, “ Oh, Branzy, it’s not funny to say stuff like that, didn’t we teach you that? “
“ Vi. . .I’m not joking. “
Vitalasy shook his head, a smile spreading across his face as he put a hand on his neck, “ No. . .god, Branzy, we need to go home! “
“ Vitalasy. Look at me. “
Vitalasy looked into Branzy’s eyes again, “ Yeah, yeah I am. “ He pointed a finger at Branzy’s face, “ I see my friend who needs to get out of this hellhole. “
“ I. . .Have you not realized I literally have horns? “ Branzy narrowed his eyes, pointing at where his horns rested. Vitalasy’s eyes went wide. Branzy just watched his eyes slowly trace up to where he was pointing, then watched as Vitalasy’s expression became anguished.
“ No. . “ Vitalasy muttered, putting his hands over his mouth “ Oh, god, no no no. . “ He backed away, his wings spread out behind him, ready to fly away.
Branzy felt so hurt to see his friend acting that way. He didn’t prepare himself to see his friend look so scared of him. Branzy wanted to just cry.
“ yeah. “ Branzy mumbled, hiding his tail in between his legs, “ It-it’s pointless, Vitalasy. You shouldn’t have come here. “ He watched as Vitalasy’s eyes looked him up and down, watched as Vitalasy went silent in horror.
“ I. . .No, Branz, we can still fix this. “ Vitalasy stepped forward, putting a hand forward as if to take Branzy’s, “ I can still get you in the Aether, I-i’m sure of it! “
Branzy didn’t even have to remember Vitalasy to know that he was starting to panic. His voice was cracking, and his expression just looked desperate and full of pain. Branzy felt pity for Vitalasy.
Branzy gently took both of Vitalasy’s hands, “ Leave. Just, Leave. There won’t be anything for you here, you need to leave. “ He tried to use a gentle tone, but it felt like something was trying to stop him from speaking at all.
Vitalasy’s eyes were dilated, more than they should have been. Branzy was making him afraid.
“ I. .No, Branzy, please, I swear I can fix this! J-just let me help you- I can bring you Home! Please, I’m sure I can still get you back! “
“ Vitalasy, please. . “
Branzy didn’t even look into Vitalasy’s eyes, he just looked down at their hands. Vitalasy’s hands were concealed by black gloves, but they weren’t torn or bloodied. Unlike Branzy’s, his gloves were torn apart, and his skin had multiple scars on it.
They used to be so alike.
Branzy didn’t want Vitalasy to hopelessly fight for him.
“ You can’t. You just can’t help me anymore, it’s far too late for you to even try. I’ll be banished back here before we even reach the gates. “
“ I can’t just leave you. “ Vitalasy sounded and looked like he wanted to cry. His eyes were narrowed in sadness and frustration, his lips pursed.
Fire.
“ Let me help, Branz! Please? We’re friends, I’m sure I can get you back! Come on, “ Vitalasy took a step back as he pulled Branzy forward, “ Trust me, I can! Come on, let’s go home! “ A hopeless glint of desperation shimmered in Vitalasy’s eyes, and Branzy was hurt knowing that.
Branzy closed his eyes, he slid his hands up Vitalasy’s cloak and held onto the cloth. A certain cold surged through his hands, and his fire quickly shot out of his hand. Vitalasy screamed.
Branzy let go of Vitalasy’s hands, stepping away as Vitalasy screamed in pain and fear. The fire he set crackling and fuming.
“ What the FUCK?!- “ Vitalasy screamed in pain, already choking on his breath, “ Branzy!- What the fuck!- “ He sounded like he was sobbing, he sounded so scared, struggling to breathe, and Branzy was hurt himself.
The fire shouldn’t have been powerful, but Branzy wasn’t very good at control.
Branzy didn’t answer. He kept his eyes closed as tight as he could, slowly backing away as Vitalasy screamed in agony.
“ Why?! Why did you- do this?!- “
Branzy heard Vitalasy unclick his clock and throw it on the ground. Vitalasy seemed to struggle to breathe, “ I-i thought we were friends! “ His tone sounded so hurt, Branzy heard him take hurried steps back.
“ I trusted you! “
“ You still trust me? “ Branzy opened one of his eyes, staring at Vitalasy with confusion and dread. Vitalasy just stared back, eyes wide, and scowling at Branzy. A harsh expression.
“ Why would you do that?! “ Vitalasy pointed at his burning cloak, his hands shaking, the purple flames illuminated his angered eyes, “ I’m just trying to help, Branzy, Why did you do that?! “
Branzy stepped back, eyes narrowing in fear and putting his hands in front of his chest. Vitalasy looked so, so mad. He noticed that Vitalasy had claws that were retracted, and his eyes were wide, pupils dilated in hyper-fixantion.
“ Branzy. “ Vitalasy spat through gritted teeth, then he seemed to try and calm down, “ Please, just come home. Come with me. “ He put his hand forward, Branzy could see that his hand was shaking. Fear and anger.
“ No. “ Branzy started to panic. He felt like he was going to choke on his own fear and sadness, “ I can’t, you know they’ll never let me back in. “ He could hear his heartbeat.
“ I-i can try. Please just let me try. “ His voice and tone seemed deep and annoyed. His breathing was inconsistent, he just seemed upset, like he was desperately trying to not lose his mind.
Something flew right past Vitalasy’s face, digging into the netherrack wall beside him. Vitalasy turned to where it was thrown, and Branzy turned to see what it was.
A scythe.
Branzy stared at the weapon that was stuck into the wall. A blackstone handle with rubies implanted in the engraved runes. The blade looked sharp, and dried blood stained it.
“ B-branzy- “ Vitalasy’s voice sounded strangled and quiet. Scared. Branzy barely even heard him talk, he wouldn’t have realized if Vitalasy didn’t say his name.
Branzy looked away from the scythe and where Vitalasy was, only to see a tall figure where he used to stand. Branzy backed away, It took him another minute to realize that the figure was just holding Vitalasy up by the neck.
“ Help. “ Vitalasy sounded and looked helpless as talons were digging into his skin. He tried to kick said figure, who then put him right over the lava lake. His eyes widened, and he stopped moving. And Branzy just stared at him.
Branzy felt multiple things. Pity, fear, yet safety. He casually looked up at the other soul, trying to figure out who they might’ve been. He immediately noticed the jester costume, red and black patterns decorated the cloth. Heart charms made out of gold and rubies, a tail that ended with a heart.
Trust. Branzy didn’t mind Pierce, and put his attention back to Vitalasy.
“ I’m sorry, Vitalasy. Go home. “
Vitalasy shook his head, reaching a hand out to Branzy as if he could reach him, “ No! No, you- “
“ You heard him. “ Harsh. Branzy couldn’t even remember the last time Pierce talked so harshly to another soul. Vitalasy looked at Pierce, hatred and despair filling his eyes. Vitalasy wanted to hurt Pierce so badly, but both of them knew he couldn’t do shit.
“ I’ll see you again, someday. “ Branzy looked to the ground, trying to figure out what else to say, “ Tell them that I love them. A lot. “ His eyes flicked back up to Vitalasy’s.
Vitalasy looked heartbroken, his ears were perked down and his eyes were full of broken trust and love.
Branzy closed his eyes, avoiding Vitalasy. Vitalasy choked, a quiet noise of betrayal escaped him as Branzy looked to the ground. “ We’ll miss you. . “ The sound of fluttering and then soft wind made Branzy look down at the ground and sigh.
He opened his eyes, and stared at the abandoned cloak on the ground. Purple fires engulfed the torn black and purple patterns. Drops of blood right behind the cloak. Branzy looked up to where his friend used to stand.
Vitalasy was gone.
Branzy was a traitor.
Branzy was a goner.
Vitalasy was fighting a losing battle.
Branzy watched the fire consume the last bits of fabric, the purple fires mercilessly tearing the cloth apart. The cloak that belonged to his friend. The cloth that Vitalasy hand sewed himself. Gone. Engulfed in Branzy’s purple flames.
He would’ve been astonished to see such a sight, he never saw purple fire before, but knowing that the fire was from him and that it ruined what he had left of his friends made him feel empty.
Branzy would’ve been lying if he said he didn’t go with Vitalasy because he was a demon.
The cloak was now nothing more than just charred remains of what used to be memories.
He looked behind him, staring at the lone amethyst that laid on the ground. The core still glowed when Branzy picked it up. The amethyst gave him memories that he loved. Memories that he decided to never recreate ever again.
“ Branzy. “ Pierce’s voice was soft, like it always was when Pierce didn’t want to scare.
Branzy glanced up, then did a double take at the soul he was staring at.
Branzy stared into Pierce’s eyes, or rather, eye. Instead of two eyes, Pierce had a normal one and a heart shaped one, Branzy knew that since Pierce told him, but he did not expect Pierce to look so.
Gorgeous.
Branzy knew damn well that it wasn’t the time to swoon, but he felt like he lost his breath. Pierce’s hair was unkempt, as if he hadn’t brushed it in ages, Branzy could see blood stained in some strands of his hair. His horns were big and sharp looking, like crescent moons, his eye was maroon, the scars on his cheeks looked like cracks-
“ Come on. “ Pierce narrowed his eyes, his pupils dilating as they stared in Branzy’s, “ Let’s go home. “
Home.
Pierce stared at Branzy for a moment longer, then gently taking his hand and leading him away. Branzy blinked multiple times, his gaze always moving back to Pierce’s face. He just tried to look around, but it was like he couldn’t get Pierce out of his head.
Branzy tried, tried so hard to not actually love Pierce, but after seeing Pierce’s face, even for a minute?
God, yeah he was In love.
A part of him said that he only stayed because Pierce was there. And Branzy couldn’t help but agree with that.
“ Why didn’t you go with him, Branzy? “
Branzy looked up from his hands, up at Pierce. “ What do you mean? “ Branzy tilted his head, a confused tone in his words.
“ You seemed like friends. “ Pierce put a hand on Branzy’s cheek, kneeling down in front of him, “ I thought you wanted to go home. “ He looked blank as he explained his question, the only emotion Branzy saw was in his eye.
There were multiple thoughts going through Branzy’s mind. Thoughts about how gorgeous Pierce looked, and thought about how to lie to him since he didn’t want to admit the full truth.
“ Well, “ Branzy looked to the side, avoiding Pierce’s eyes, “ I figured it was too late and I could never go back to the Aether. I really wanted to, but since I’m now a demon I didn’t think I’d ever actually come back. So, I just decided to accept it and just. . .Stay. “
Out of the corner of his eye, Branzy saw Pierce smile. The type of smile that a villain gives when the hero loses or something. Branzy glanced at Pierce, and Pierce just smiled wider.
“ Lying. “
“ what? “ Branzy was already struggling to speak, the sight of Pierce smiling was way better than he thought it would be.
“ You talked too much. What is it? “
Branzy was surprised and also not that Pierce somehow caught on. It was Pierce, he always knew something about Branzy. He stared into Pierce’s eyes, almost forgetting about what Pierce said.
“ what do you mean? “ Branzy breathed out, getting nervous as Pierce stared back at him. Eyes dilated as if he was literally about to snap.
“ You know what I mean. “
Branzy nervously smiled and laughed, closing his eyes to avoid looking into Pierce’s. Not that closing his eyes made the image of Pierce disappear.
“ How about we talk about that another day? “ Branzy opened one of his eyes, to see Pierce just smiling back at him.
Pierce narrowed his eyes, and shook his head as he chuckled lowly, “ Tell me, I don’t mind. “ He slowly leaned forward, their foreheads almost touching as he got close.
Branzy stopped breathing as Pierce got closer. His heartbeat was already racing, but then it felt like it stopped completely. He was definitely blushing. Branzy tried to laugh, but it didn’t even sound like one. The only sound was just his nervousness as he tried to find his words.
“ Do you. . “ Branzy leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together and smiling,
“ Do you know what Love is, Piercy? “