(ART BY @Meiph1s ON TWITTER)

The pink haired piglin sat on an old log in the frosty empire of the Antarctic

He held his hand in his hands, trying to control his headache..

"Blood for the blood god"

They repeatedly over and over loudly in his head.

He tightened his grip on his head, violence, that's all the voices wanted. Blood for the blood god is all they say, hurt everyone he loves, that's what they want.

He groaned as he tried to ignore the millions of voices, afterwards he heard the crunch of the snow from behind