#hermitcraft grian – @the-speyeral on Tumblr

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It wasn't working. Why wasn't it working? He had done so much research into how sculk worked, and this was meant to be the only thing that one-hundred percent worked. Here he was, curled up in a ball with his wings around him, eyes wide with terror. He was more scared of himself. The sculk was spreading, and it wasn't helping him. All he wanted to do was not start a resistance. Why was it so difficult? Why was the sculk now making him want to even more? It was invasive. It had invaded his mind. His thoughts were a jumble of contradictions. The skulk was screaming for war. He was screaming for peace. He was getting drowned out. He heard something mechanical. He heard footsteps. He heard a voice. He didn't hear what it was saying. He heard wings flap, and another voice. He moved his wings. The sculk was everywhere in his peripherals. It was surrounding him. It was tangled around him, infecting his wings, his skin, his hair. His voice was gravely. "You need to kill me, Scar." He said it so plainly. He didn't think it would work. He was right. All it did was bring him pain as Scar's sword imbedded itself in his chest and he poofed away. He could feel his phone going off as Scar and Mumbo spammed him with messages. He didn't answer. He opened his enderchest. He grabbed his back-up axe. It was all he would need to finish the job. He could not resist if there was no authority to resist. The king would not live another day. The sculk would invade. The axe would decapitate him. The Red King would die today.