#i really miss devotion duo ive rewatched castle arc three times since zam took a break from streaming help help help

[nitewcat]

Castle Arc Devotions - Pulverise

Mapicc’s sword swung down swiftly against the chestplate of the terrified PrinceZam who fell onto his back, desperately pushing against his hits, teeth gritted in determination with tears, drawn out from pain and frustration no doubt, gleaming behind his widened eyes. Mapicc and Zam’s swords clashed against each other, and Zam, with his already weakened body, was unable to maintain the grip on his as it flew out of his hands and far beyond his reach. Lacking a weapon, Zam resorted to using his hands, lunging up towards Mapicc, clawing at his face and wrapping his hands around his neck. Mapicc let out an irritated growl as Zam's nails came dangerously close to his eyes. He slammed Zam's body down before bringing his sword up and plunging it down into his diamond armour, breaking through it and piercing his heart.

Zam gasped for breath, tightening his grip around Mapiccs neck, clinging to life, glaring so viciously at Mapicc. So angrily. So fearfully. It was the last thing Mapicc saw before the weight on his neck loosened and PrinceZam disintegrated, leaving behind a barren inventory. Mapicc picked up what was left of Zam's items. The righteous, moral, prideful PrinceZam now dirt poor. Zam, who could always be relied on for gear, now with nothing.

Mapicc walked towards the castle, so easy to find even behind the dense forest because of the bright yellow beacon tempting all in the area towards it. Was PrinceZam's goal truly to hide away here forever? As if he would be able to. Mapicc knew Zam better than to sit back and watch. Always desperate to be involved. To fight for what he believed in. Even to betray his closest allies for those beliefs instead of fucking talking with them about it. Always so drastic.

Zam stood noble and firm at the gate of the tower, naked with nothing but a stone sword in his hands. It aggravated the already annoyed Mapicc.

“What could you possibly do with that Zam?” He asked exasperatedly.

Zams eyebrows scrunched together angrily, he opened his mouth to speak.

“Like I said,” Mapicc cut him off, “you’re not ready to fight against us. Even against just me you stand no chance. Especially if this is all you can muster up after a loss.”

He threw Zams items onto the ground along with a glistening LW netherite set.

“Take it. Maybe then you'll stand a chance against a god.”

He saw the confusion in Zams eyes, saw the realisation dawn upon him, saw the step back he took, away from the set he knew was duped. Items he had duped. Items they had duped together. Ban after ban after ban.

Mapicc turned around and walked towards the nether portal, not caring about whatever Zam would end up doing with the items. He turned and stared into Zam's terrified eyes as he left the overworld. A promise. This would not be the last time he visited.