Hels Rebellion

Chapter 30: Helping Hand (Part 2)

The search for other Helsians had been fruitless. If Hels and Ex had actually stumbled onto a camp of Alternate watchers - it didnt show.

The buildings were all glitchy, in the same way the first tower was. In fact, it almost seemed the buildings had been copy and pasted, covering every several blocks in obsidian and blackstone.

It made no sense, but nothing had for a long time.

Hels stepped out of one of the towers, ducking through a small hole, "Nothing here," he confirmed,
"Same as the others."

Evil nodded, exiting his own tower, "Same here," he yelled back, "Empty!"

It had felt like hours that they'd been searching the variety of buildings, and Evil would often glitch them from existence after he searched one, Hels wouldn't - leading them to occasionally search the same building more than once, which neither man was happy about.

The Hels heat was baring down on them, and Helsknight had since ditched his helmet for even a small bit of air flow. Evil was still wearing his helmet, and he was cooking like a fish under it. It wasn't as fancy as Xisuma's temperature regulating armor, but it was all he had and he refused to take it off without feeling absolutely safe.

This area did not feel absolutely safe.

Both men sighed. Time was hard to keep track of in Hels, but exhaustion was a sign it was time to sleep - rather night existed here or not. Evil took the chance glanced up at the sky.

Usually the trees and fog blocked any view of the too of Hels, but now he could clearly see the stunning red ceiling of the enormous canyon they called home.

Back on the Hels-Hermitcraft server there was a sky. It wasnt as pretty as the overworld sky, but it was nice. Grian had built it years ago, covering the sky with patterns of red and orange, yellow and blue, purple and navy... It had taken him quite some time - and a lot of the other Helsians helped.

It was stunning... He missed that sky dearly. As he stared, the red, blurry surface of the Hels ceiling did seem to change slightly... though.. it never had before...

A beautiful lavender swept over the sky in thick lines, followed by softer lines of blue and brown. The colors mixed into a swirl in the air, and Evil heard Hels gasp next to him.

Both men were silent as a blade of white broke the darkening sky, forming a pristine circle in the middle of the air above them.

Rays of light shone from the surface, and formed a matching circle on the ground in front of the men. Both of them stepped back quickly, watching in shock as the glory became overwhelming.

Evil looked away, and Hels covered his eyes. They looked back when the light faded; Evil's eyes widened.

A small Watcher stood in front of them.

She was smaller than both the Helsians, and her wings were a stunning light blue with a more natural brown, not the standard solid-colored watcher wings. She wore a white mask over her face, and her hood was up, hiding most of her light brown hair. Even her mouth was hidden, rather than just her eyes.

Her robes were dark blue with lighter blue and white accents, and there was a moon emblem pinned on her right arm. She was small, but the raw power she gave off was intimidating. Even Hels felt his blood pressure rise.

The three stood for a moment as Hels and Evil took in what they had just seen. They waited with baited breath to see what the angel would say.

"Jeez," the Watcher spoke with a soft, feminine voice with an accent they couldn't quite place. "You two really do stink."