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The day was nice, people didn't pester him all day and nobody tried to kidnap Egg yet, which Wemmbu was glad for.
He just finished repairing and polishing his maces when he heard the sound of a chase happening outside his base. He was sure they came for him so he waited in tense silence but then he heard the familiar voice of… Spoke?? What did that kid do now?
He poked his head out of the door slightly and saw dozens of players with intelligible names and skins as dark as the void, all were chasing a Spoke who had two pieces of armor hanging by a thread (he could see the string holding together the leggings fall apart as he thought about the situation)
… So here was Spoke with a single chestplate, looking brutally injured and bruised, screaming what he assumed were insults or pleads (it could be both knowing Spoke) as he desperately tried to ender pearl away from the army of players chasing him.
Wemmbu stood in front of the door, honestly surprised that none of the players were coming for him and instead just focused on Spoke. He felt a little indignant now, he was stronger than Spoke, who apart from his exploits was basically just a chaotic prone child.
After one harsh hit left Spoke falling suddenly and whimpering in pain while trying to stand up, Wemmbu decided he had enough of watching one of the players who helped beat Law get bullied by a random group of people.
He took his precious weapon, gambit and fled to the skies with a single powerful flap of his wings. He grinned when he felt the wind hit his face and raised his arms.
“MACE ATTACK!! “
The leader of the group, the one wearing a red trim chestplate, looked up first. They seemed unimpressed when Wemmbu interrupted the fight, as if they expected this to happen at some point of the chase.
As his hit landed on some random guard, he flinched and raised his wings protectively as totem particles suddenly exploded around the area instead of the usual loot of when he hit someone. He blinked perplexedly as he lowered his wings hesitantly and looked around, only to notice that the only person remaining was the red trimmed player who was standing beside a portal, and Spoke who was lying on the ground, trying not to pass out from blood loss.
Wemmbu stood between the red trim and Spoke just in case they tried to attack the latter again, and held eye contact as the atmosphere around the two shifted to something much more eerie.
A book dropped towards Wemmbu from the leader.
‘Protecting SpokeIsHere will only bring more misfortune, Wemmbu. Are you sure of your decision?’
“Bro, it's wild if you think I will just let one of my friends get ambushed right in front of my base. I would've killed your entire group have you guys not escaped like cowards”
The leader just nodded and went to the portal before sending a final look to the duo that helped defeat the Law.
Wemmbu signed in relief as the player finally left, he heard a groan behind him and turned around to see Spoke trying to stand up with multiple cuts that were leaking his glowing white blood onto the soft blades of grass.
“Spoke bro, what did you do now? Why is there a random group of chungi trying to capture you?? Also stop trying to walk bro, you look pitiful right now” He rolled his eyes as he went to help Spoke try to not kiss the ground for the second time today.
Spoke chuckled wetly as blood began pooling in his mouth, “Wemmbu, thank Parrot you're here” He looked the purple demon in the eyes “ok, so that group is hunting me down because I know their secret bro” Spoke tried to shrug but ended up stumbling before clutching onto one of Wemmbu's arms.
Wemmbu would be more curious about the secret if the voidling was not bleeding out in his front yard right now.
“Whatever bro, just get inside, you look one hit away from dying right now “ He gently ushered the voidling inside the giant tree he called home, set Spoke on the couch and went in search of some bandages and healing pots.
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While he waited, the voidling looked around, curious as to what the demon had been doing before he came to help Spoke. There was some random materials for building near the door and some glowing melons near one of the brewing stands that were in one little corner of the large room. He tried to see more but he felt himself struggling to stay awake and began spacing out.
Wemmbu came back with the supplies and began bandaging Spoke in relative silence, a mutter once and awhile about how Spoke got himself into this mess or some other topic absolutely unrelated to the situation at hand.
Spoke began leaning forwards with a sleepy expression. He fell asleep just as Wemmbu began standing up from where he had knelt before Spoke to treat the wounds, the demon barely managing to get Spoke to lay fully onto the couch.
As Wemmbu was about to leave the room, he heard the voidling whine loudly in distress, he looked back and found Spoke curled up tightly with one of his hands reaching wildly at the space in front of him. Spoke's hand somehow found Wemmbu’s arm and gripped it tightly, the demon tried to free his limb but failed miserably.
Wemmbu accepted defeat as he walked back to the couch and making himself comfortable with Spoke curled warmly into his side, trying to appear smaller than he is (which was already pretty small compared to Wemmbu)
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Egg stretched as he stood up from his chair, he needed a break from writing all morning. Deciding that he would get himself some food, the angel walked towards the living room only to see Wemmbu with one arm protectively around Spoke as the voidling curled into his side, snuggling his face closer to Wemmbu's chest.
Egg blinked in shock before signing and coming back with a blanket that he wrapped around the