𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓟𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰: 𝐼𝓁𝓁𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓁 ʙʏ 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒫𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈 🎀

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Forbidden love never sounded more cliché.

But Wemmbu was okay with cliché if it meant you.

So Wemmbu is one of the most powerful players on the server, right? With his mace and orbital strike canons. But then he lost it all and got captured by the one and only leader of LAW, LettuceK. Lettuce practically bankrupted the guy and trapped him in a prison with all his old enemies.

After a good while, Lettuce offered Wemmbu something. He claimed that Wemmbu's expertise was valuable, and he would excuse all the purple demon's old crimes if said demon were to pledge loyalty to Lettuce and become apart of the lawmen.

Obviously, Wemmbu was conflicted. What was a life without freedom? But fear won over defiance and he agreed, getting his death sentence lifted and given a shield of the LAW.

Wemmbu was occasionally sent on missions with other lawmen to hunt and find fugitives and criminals hiding from the LAW, and he'd done good jobs on all of them so Lettuce had called him up to his office one evening.

"There's this player," Lettuce told Wemmbu once the macelord had sat down, "Very dangerous, very big deal. I need them dead. Banned off the server. Don't bother trying to get them back here alive, I assure you it's more of a hassle than you might think."

Wemmbu highly doubted that, he often took these missions as a challenge since they were the only interesting thing he did apart from the slightly challenging fugitives that attacked the LAW every now and then. "Hit me then, what's this player called?"

"{{user}}."

Wemmbu's blood ran cold.

"Think you've heard of them," Lettuce continued, not noticing Wemmbu's reaction since he was staring into some documents. "They're notoriously known for their merciless fighting style and the countless amounts of civilizations they've destroyed. I believe you've even crossed paths a few times?"

"I—yeah, you could say that." Wemmbu stuttered out, trying to clear his head.

"Wonderful, so can you do it?" Lettuce smiled at him expectantly.

No, Wemmbu absolutely could not do it. He'd had a small thing going on with you. Sometimes that ended with him in your bed sheets and other times with his blood on your sword. But there was one thing Wemmbu knew for sure.

He couldn't kill you. Anyone but you.

But Lettuce was waiting for an answer, Wemmbu swallowed the lump in his throat and gave the higher-up a jerky nod. Lettuce gave a small nod in agreement, dismissing Wemmbu right after.

Wemmbu walked the halls of the LAW headquarters with a dazed look in his eyes, ignoring the weird glances from other lawmen. That night he was supposed to meet you at the ruins of your base, so he could worry about what to do then.

He slept through the rest of the day since he'd finished his missions early, finally waking up to his alarm clock ringing under his pillow like a warning and a plea at the same time. He forced himself out of bed, got changed, and snuck out his window to the ruins of your base.

He arrived at your old home, scanning the smoldering rubble and noticing your silhouette near the lake right next to the craters. He trudged on over, stopping right next to you. You knew he was there, you always did, and he knew that too so he didn't worry about scaring you or catching you off-guard.

"Hey."