Cw: Death, Blood
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(M/n) watched as his uncle's face turned white as a ghost.
His uncle trembled as he pointed a shaking finger at the male in front of him. "H-How?" He asked.
The maid's eyes brightened in both hope and disbelief, realizing that this (H/c)ette was the same one that she had taken care of all those years ago.
(M/n) raised an eyebrow in amusement. "You're wondering how I'm still alive, right? Well, technically I SHOULD be dead." He replied with a shrug of his shoulders.
The maid quickly left the room, not wanting to be caught in the middle of an upcoming fight.
(U/n) gritted his teeth angrily. "YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE FUCKING DEAD! I SAW YOUR BODY JUMP INTO THAT VOID!" He hollered.
(M/n) brought a finger up to his lips as he remembered that memory as if it had just happened yesterday. "Oh yeah, that."
(U/n) had thought that his nephew had died all those years ago, but looks like that never happened.
"Why are you here?" He snapped in annoyance, gripping onto his sword's sheath.
(M/n) casually walked up to his uncle's figure and stared down at him, pointing an unexpected poison-covered arrow at the other's clothing-covered heart. "To take back both the crown and throne, of course."
(U/n) gulped a bit when he realized that his nephew was taller than him and looked a lot like his brother; (M/n)'s father.
"How are you fucking alive?" He asked once more, trying his best to show no weakness.
"I was adopted by a pigman couple before being taken in by a group of hybrids for a while." (M/n) casually answered, a smirk slipping onto his lips.
The slightly shorter male felt an anger bubble in his chest.
This whole time he thought his nephew was dead, but no!
Here he is, right in front of him!
The sudden sound of blades clashing together was heard as it echoed throughout the huge throne room.
(M/n) didn't seem phased at the sudden attack at all, as if it was normal to him.
"You hold no right to take this throne!" (U/n) snapped as he used force to try and push (M/n)'s blade back a bit.
"I do, actually." (M/n) mumbled underneath his breath, amused at his uncle's denial.
(U/n) sends a kick straight towards the (H/c)ette's ankles–who casually dodged by front flipping over his uncle's figure.
With a kick to the back from (M/n), (U/n) stumbled forward before turning to look towards the male.
At an angle, (M/n) swung his blade which sent blood flying.
(U/n)'s face started to bleed heavily, sadly not getting his eye.
The fighting kept going with blades clashing and kicks being sent towards one another.
(M/n) ax kicked his uncle's incoming figure before jumping backward.
He slipped an arrow between his lips while popping open a bottle of poison that sat comfortably on his left hip.
(U/n)'s eyes widened as he watched a poison-tipped arrow being pointed straight at him.
(M/n) slowly circled his uncle's figure making him seem like a dangerous predator.
A shiver of fear went up (U/n)'s spine when he saw the dangerous aura of an ender dragon slither up his figure with a menacing stare in its eyes.
A cry of pain left (U/n)'s lips as an arrow pierced right through his right shoulder which caused him to drop his sword so that he could grip the injured shoulder.
(M/n) narrowed his eyes as he watched wings open and go to their full length.
'His wings aren't even purple, they're red.'
"Red wings? Don't they mean bad luck to an ender dragon?" He asked, amused when he saw his uncle's figure stiffen up.
He continued to go on while circling the other.
"Your wings are honestly too small, aren't ender dragons supposed to be strong with huge wings that have a large wingspan so they're able to knock down their enemies?" (M/n) taunted with a grin on his lips.
(U/n)'s figure shook with anger as he took in his nephew's words.
"You're even smaller than a normal ender dragon! Did you steal it from someone cause you honestly remind me of a shulker." (M/n) states.
(E/c) eyes widened with excitement when he realized that he struck a nerve in his uncle.
(U/n) gripped his injured shoulder even more as he started to fly upwards.
"Oh my! Did I strike a nerve, (U/n)? Is what I'm saying true? Did you steal an ender dragon's power as a child or something? From what I remember, you and dad never looked similar at all."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" (U/n) screeched as he released an attack of the dragon's breath.
(M/n) jumped backward to ignore the purple particles.
"Who did you kill to get these powers? Did you get it from my grandmother? She did suddenly die even after her doctors said that she was perfectly healthy."
(U/n)'s eyes shrank in pure anger.
Instantly, he swooped down while grabbing onto his blade while doing so.
(M/n) was pushed back a bit as his and (U/n) blades clashed together.
"You should've never been born! You've always been a mistake! The throne should've been MINE!" (U/n) rambled while trying his best to take control.
(M/n) pushed back, realizing that his shoulders started to go sore.
"Why aren't you using your ender dragon side, huh? You're all bark and no bite! Where's your bite, you piece of shit?" (U/n) snapped with an insane grin dancing upon his lips.
Hearing this caused (M/n)'s eyes to widen a bit as he grinned darkly.
"Because... I don't need to use that power!" (M/n) answered as slid his blade upwards which allowed (U/n)'s blade to go flying upwards.
(M/n) lifted a leg and slammed his foot straight into the older male's chest, sending (U/n) straight to the ground.
Before (U/n) could even move an inch, the point of a blade was right in front of his face.
"So... Do it. Kill me!" (U/n) urged.
(M/n) rolled his eyes. "Don't mind if I do," he casually states as he brings his blade toward his uncle's chest.
(U/n) stayed quiet as sweat trickled down the side of his neck.
"What's wrong? You just urged me to kill you. Are you scared?" (M/n) taunted with a sadistic grin dancing upon his lips.
(U/n) glared up at his nephew. "Fuck you," he snarled.
(M/n) leaned into his sword's hilt which started to sink into the fallen male's chest.
Before he could say anything, a stinging pain was felt along with his blood flying and dripping down both onto his uncle and the floor.
(U/n) then spat into his nephew's face.
"No, fuck you." (M/n) replied.
And just like that, the sword pierced right through (U/n)'s chest.
Whatever represented the older man's last life just shattered.
(M/n) watched as his uncle evaporated as he fell to his knees.
Reaching an (S/c) hand up, he flinched back at the new wound that started from the upper part of his right face, down his left eye–making him blind, but he didn't know that yet due to the blood–and it stopped right underneath the growing stubble on his chin.
"He was weak," (M/n) laughed a bit, cringing a bit at the stinging pain he felt on his face.
Hurried footsteps were heard which caused him to look over with his good eye.
It was that maid.
"You look just like your father but with your mother's eyes, your highness." The maid gently said as she cupped (M/n)'s face with her hands.
(M/n) stared at the maid in front of him.
"Who... Are you?" He whispered.
The maid just smiles. "Sleep, you deserve it... (M/n)." She replied.
(M/n) felt his world go black due to the slight exhaustion he felt along with the fire-like pain.
The maid giggled. "You always were so lazy after a fight even if it didn't last long, looks like you never changed, huh?"
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