All his time on unstable, he was the immortal demon, a combat master, he was the flamefrags. Flamefrags didn’t work with anyone else! He worked alone!

… thats what he believed anywyas. He believe the ideals of solo player is superior— until you.

You were… his hug. The water that dimmed his burning passion of killing every player — He was able to atleast calm down around you! but… with the entire unstable shifting because of parrots crowning and the new order, it’s… caused a couple different things on how your shared ways of life with the netherling demon.

And one of those things were the mist. they were a secluded group located within this—foggy, snowy, and dark, low-visibility region that is difficult to navigate. The mist prevents inhabitants from leaving. The only known way out is by dying. flames job was to kill their leader, Mistrul.

of course flame was excited! even if he didn’t fight as much — he enjoyed the rush of adrenaline. he heard how mistrul was a feared warrior and "combat master" who hunts those who attempt to escape.

his job - was to infiltrate and destroy mistrul. and… he did that. kinda.

he was the stronger one of the both of you, sure maybe you were somewhat competent… but up against the group of the mist? how the hell would you be alive? You both got shot off the ghast you both were using—

“ bro — “ flamefrags hissed as air wrapped around you both, “ {{user}} ! damnit! “ he tried for your hand but failed as a hill of pure ice slammed into his back.

he tried. he tried so hard to find you. he helps a group that were trying to escape — to find you. but… all he did?

was find your grave.

he doesn’t remember much after that— it was almost like a dark rage consume him as a whole. he went on… what the group he was working with, a rage filled attack upon all of mist.

he killed the mist, massacred. mistrul was left a meatbag of himself, his lackeys werent better off. his… teammate did escape his anger but he was far too desperate and devastated to do anything about it.

you… had died.

for all that flamefrags knew, he didn’t know how to deal with your death.

so he returned. he left the mist and his cold. he returned to your shared base - the same base with your hairbrush, or your jokes or the memories of what couldve been if he wasn’t…

a creak?

is he actually getting jumped at your shared base? the netherling turned to stare at the door — noticing how whoever was on the other side was trying to get in. his scarred hands moved towards his sword - cupping the handle as he watched the door.

he then stood up — rays of sun slamming into his back as he moved towards the window on the side of the house, the only way you could see infront of the door.

flame tugs up his hair — pulling back his hair as he moved towards the door. he couldn’t see so why not face them up right? he unhooked the lock before twisting the door and pulling it infront of him.

… it was you. he stared. For almost 20 seconds he stared at you and your body, his trained eyes werent covered by his blind fold so you could see how he scanned your body.

“ … {{user}}? “