mindcracklove | In Another Life (LoM AU)

This was inspired by one of Olivia's prompts from prompt swap that was never used. The prompt was to write Mindcrackers in the Lords of Minecraft setting. I wrote this because it was a really fun prompt - and as a thank you for Olivia's amazing super powers au. I hope everybody likes this <3

1.Nebris

This was a city where it was easy to hide your face. You only had to look at the assortment of masks, beards and helmets available to realise that there were many ways of concealing your identity. Even the good guys didn’t want you to know who they truly were - Electricity Man was evidence of that. Nebris wasn’t complaining. He was one of the bad guys.

His face was pretty unforgettable. He had bright and vivacious eyes that were an unsettling shade of violet and dark hair that gave him a distinctly evil look. Without the use of the mask, he never would have been able to get away with all the things he did. The mask itself was a thing of a beauty. Black, satin and soft. It was plain and unrememberable, just what somebody like him required. He rarely took it off. It had become part of his life in the city. Part of his lie.

Occasionally, on only the darkest of nights, Nebris would creep into buildings unseen. It was there that he would leave his mark. He would create a large cross out of blocks and be long gone before it was discovered it in the morning. Similar monuments to his greatness could be found throughout the city if a person cared to look. The top floor of a hotel. The centre of a guild. The deck of a ship.

Nebris had been given no titles. No power. So he had created that himself. Now, he had his own name and his own identity and his own followers. He was a self-styled Lord - Lord X. And somebody soon, he would show the city what true power was. Somebody soon, the throne would be his. He just had to be patient.

2.Aureylian

Nobody knew the queen had a sister. That was of course, until she arrived. At first glance, the queen and the princess had similarities. They both had long flowing hair of varying shades of red. They both had green eyes that sparkled like emeralds. Even their attire was similar in style, although the colours differed.

When she had arrived at the airport, bags in hand, head held high like a queen, everybdoy had been stunned. Even Shay - it would seem - was surprised by the arrival. If anybody had cared to pay attention, they would note how odd it was that both princesses from the same kingdom now made their home here. They would see that the princess had no servants and no crown. They would notice the make-up on her face and wondered what it was this young woman had to hide.

Nobody did. There was no other world to most people. No life beyond the certainty of the city walls.

Shay herself never asked her sister why she had left her kingdom. She knew that her sister was running from the same demons she was, only she had hidden her motives under the excuse of an arranged marriage to an infamous king.

Slowly, the impact of her sweet sister could be seen on the queen. She was drinking less and smiling more. With Shay’s power and the princess’ kindness, the Barrens soon became one of the best places to live. Shay and Aureylian never spoke of their kingdom again.

3.Pyro

I killed the dragon.

It is a thought that bounces around his head every second of his aimless wandering. It is a truth he cannot escape from and it suffocates him. Somehow, it has become all he has left to hold on to.

His banishment from the security of the city had been a quiet affair. Perhaps Willakers knew there would be chaos in the streets if the peasants knew. After all, the rebels had been strong in numbers and even stronger in spirit. None of them had believed more fiercely than Pyro. He was the dragon slayer. He would never forget the look on Willaker’s face when he banished him, eyes as cold as the stone his district was built from. They had once been friends. Now they were nothing.

There were no signs of civilization beyond the walls. Only open fields and trees and plains and emptiness. Pyro had been alone for so long. The loneliness was gnawing away at him from the inside, like a disease. His thoughts grew louder and louder as his exile grew longer and longer. I killed the dragon, I killed the dragon, I KILLED THE DRAGON.

When another day dragged into night and the cold stabbed like a knife, Pyro stumbled into a cave and curled up into a ball. He remembered a conversation he had once had with a blue-eyed girl with coal for hair. She had told him that dragons never died, not truly. They were simply reborn. I killed the dragon.

That night in his dreams, his breath was fire.

4.Avidya

He felt most at home in the shadows. He was the type of man you would pass in street without ever really seeing him. He could blend in anywhere - a human chameleon. He was the perfect spy. At least that is what Lord Coestar told him.

Lords could go invisible, but Lord Willakers always had a way of telling if a fellow Lord was watching him. This made it almost impossible to watch Willkars without getting caught. A peasant, however, did not have to be invisible to go unnoticed by the nobility of the city. Their own arrogance and power blinded them to any peasant eyes that might be watching. After all - peasants were nothing. Less than that.

Lord Coestar never thought that way. He had seen Avidya when nobody else did. He knew how useful he could be. Avidya had become his own personal spy.

“Lord Nisovin’s been experimenting again” he said quietly, approaching Lord Coestar’s desk.

The room was always dark, but neither man minded. Darkness was often the cloak that hid them. The blue eyed lord looked up at his words.

“A monster? A soldier?” he asked, shuffling papers.

Avidya shook his head. Idly, Avidya wondered what was on them. The files he had been creating on the other lords, perhaps. Or maybe messages from the kingdoms he wasn’t even supposed to know about. He didn’t know which Lord Coestar would get into more trouble for. Not that any of the others would ever find out.

“I don’t know what it is” he admitted “But it is very much alive”

The man behind the desk considered that.

“Keep an eye on it”

Avidya nodded, and turned to leave. He was two steps away from the door when Lord Coestar spoke again. This time, his voice was very different.

“Would you kill for me, Avidya?” he asked.

“Of course” he replied, immediately.

His lack of hesitation terrified him more than any assignment ever had. When had he become so loyal to a man he barely knew? And who, more importantly, was Lord Coestar planning to kill?

5. BTC

He liked to be alone.

He always dressed to intimidate people - leather boots, black clothes, red cape, and a skull mask. The sword that hung at his hip - a rare sight in the hands of anybody other than a lord - only added to his aura of danger. He was exactly the sort of man you would cross the street to avoid walking past. BTC liked it that way.

Unfortunately, as a knight, there always seemed to be a lord who would track him down and bother him. Some did it more than others (Roamin and the King being notable examples), but by far the worst was Willakers. Willakers always seemed to delight in showing up and pestering him when BTC wanted nothing more than to be left alone.

Today was no different.

“Hey Jarool” Willakers sneered.

He always called him that. He thought it was hilarious. If Willakers wasn’t immortal, BTC would show him just how funny he found it. The urge to reach for his sword was almost overpowering, but while BTC was irritable he wasn’t stupid. There is nothing more foolish than trying to fight a battle you will never be able to win.

“Hello Willakers” he snapped back.

He didn’t use his title, which was a crime Willakers would have beheaded other peasants for. Strangely, Willakers seemed to find defiance amusing in BTC.

“I have a few peasants I need training. I knew you’d be more than happy to help” he announced.

The superiority in his tone made BTC grit his teeth. Willakers infuriated him.

“I’m a knight of the city” BTC pointed out finally, after a long silence “I have no business training your little army”.

The other man stared at him, eyes narrowing. He could look every bit as terrifying as BTC if he wanted to. Underneath all his jokes and humour was a dangerous and terrifying man. His grip on the hilt of his sword tightened.

“There is a war coming soon” Willakers murmured in a deadly quiet voice “It is time you decided whos side you are on”

War. Just the very mention of the word sent adrenaline pulsing through his veins. He knew now that battle was inevitable. There was an air of unrest in the streets.

“The winning side” BTC replied, and Willakers grinned. .