#welsknight splitting hels

[hermitcraftheadcanons]

Xisuma is not the only Hermit to originate from the end.

Unknown to most, but Welsknight is actually a Shulker Hybrid. Its why he prefers to stay in his armor. Its why he rushes to get to the diamond tools as theyre what hes used to. Its why he appears very sporadically in the background on occasion. Its why he helps with the enderman farms every season as he can take those hits better than people who are made of literal goo Jevin, its why Helsknight exists though neither Wels nor Beef know how a shulker bullet got into the cloning machine nor did they know that Wels had enough shulker traits to split, nor do they know why Hels immediately went I'm going to be an evil nuisance now, though privately Wels suspects thats the draconic traits in them.

He can't actually take the armour off- that's his shell, dyed grey for the aesthetic.

-Mod Mleem

[silverskye13]

For the ask game, 20 and 25? :]

20.Which project have you poured so much of yourself into that it resembles more an original work than a derivative mcyt work?

Oh pffff. That's the problem right? Everything I write is pretty original, all things considered. Mostly the characters are ripped from their natural habitat.

I mean, it's gotta be a tie between Redstone and Skulk and Monsters Splitting Hairs -- though I think if I really had to pick one MSH has the most legs to stand on. Redstone and Skulk is predicated on the idea of an established mirror world. I have tried to think of ways you could organically put that into it's own story, but the initial emotional connection readers have will always be through Tango and Welsknight first. You know just enough about helsmet lore to go "oh look, a niche helsmet idea." Even if that "lore" is just that hels/Helsknight exists, and therefore evil twins exist.

MSH on the other hand, the world is mine, the character backstories are mine, the way everything looks and feels is mine. Places and concepts have been taken [Cub and Scar as vex, Horsehead farms], but the vex don't look like Minecraft vex and HH Farms doesn't work like HH Farms in Hermitcraft did. Most of the personalities are reasonably close to their originals, but Doc is almost straight up an OC at this point, and the more the characters change because of the plot, the more that'll be the case with the characters.

So, yeah, gotta be MSH.

25.What works and/or authors in the fandom do you recommend?

Yeahhhhh lemme go through my bookmarks rq.

TangoTek Evil Incorporated knocked my socks off. Just a really good superhero [supervillain?] au.

The Sky Weighs Heavy Tonight and The Dollhouse by MawoftheMagnetar are pretty dang cool. Maw has a lot of really niche, interesting AUs if you're into content that leans closer to original works than canon.

I'm a really big fan of Bananasofthorns in the form of stars collection of works, about eldritch/godlike attributes the different hermits have. The Etho ones inspired my DoubleLife drabbles for him, if you've read those and liked them.

helsknight's five-step guide to clawing your way out of nonexistence is a very cool little character study by iamsolarflare, and I remember also really liking fixed and dilated as well.

And then I'll just go ahead and link you all of theminecraftbee's works because I've read most of them at least once. I think To Convey a Certain Brilliance is my favorite of theirs.

Unfortunately I don't read a lot of fanfic, so I don't have much more to recommend! Most of what I read are the shortfics that sometimes come across my dash. More often than not I listen to audiobooks these days.

If you have any fics to recommend me, please send them :3 I am a voracious reader with an insatiable appetite.

[galaxygermdraws]

I keep seeing these evil (kinda) versions of the hermits like 'helsknight' & 'evil x', like, are these ideas the fandom came up with or are they actual things? Basically, could someone please explain?:(

ALRIGHT so

Evil Xisuma and Helsknight are both canon!! Evil X appears in multiple episodes but most prominently featured in Xisuma’s S8. As for Helsknight, he appeared in Welsknight’s S7, the first episode of S8, and also appeared in a single episode of Xisuma’s S8;m (episode 1021).

There’s other canon evil clones too, such as Zedeath, who was only really in 2 episodes where he got an actual speaking role, both being Zedaph’s S6 Halloween specials. Grimdog is kind of similar in being a S6 exclusive, although he’s not really evil.

But back to the canon/fanon split. Helsmits as a concept isn’t actually canon. Like. We see clones of the Hermits in Hels Kitchen, there’s a red eyed Mumbo, a Wasp Xisuma, and Zedeath. A lot of people assumed that if Wels has an evil Hell dimension clone, then maybe the other Hermits do too. This paired with an X quote about how “everybody has an evil clone” led to the creation of a buncha fanmade Evil Hermits/Helsmits. Everybody’s versions work with different rules but that should be a general explanation?? Shoot me another ask if u got any other questions

[welsknight-central]

#pilot au <- an au by @mawofthemagnetar with a fic called The Sky Weighs Heavy Tonight. hermit world airlines is one of the biggest names in air travel, but there have been recent budget cuts and they have a ripple effect. welsknight shows up in the fic ^-^

#mcyt pj au <- an au by @ep2nd where various mcyt smps are split into different groups under various gods. wels is here ^-^

#private detective gem tasey <- a gem centric detective au by @kiwinatorwaffles

#evil twin therapy au <- an au by @lovetunneldown where the different evil counterparts of some of the hermits and empires peeps are in therapy with wormman. helsknight is in this au

#skizzekai au <- an au made over at @hermitcraftheadcanons following the premise that skizz as a human gets summoned to a fantasy world that is filled with various fantasiful hermits. ^-^ both wels and hels are in this au

#through the sky blue cracks <- an au by @amethystfairy1 that is a hotguy/cuteguy that takes place in a modern/slightly sic-fi environment including superheros, biotech, secrets to hide, trauma to unpack, as well as humour. welsknight is in it

#shep dbh au <- the detroit become human au that @shepscapades made that follows various hermits and androids through comics and other illustrations, as well as fics made by other people ^-^

#kalhau <- an au by @mapleejay where false is a queen and wels is a knight

#CR little hermits <- an au by @sickcroww30 where there is a bug at the beginning of season s9 that leaves all the hermits except Xisuma as kids. welsknight and helsknight are both in this au

#hcvh <- a life series vs vault hunters hero au by @choco-bloop wels is part of The Herald, which is the villian group in the au

#fate grand order <- an au by @flufferbakura where the hermits are various mob hybrids or mythical creatures. wels and hels are both in this au

#hermits and the olympians <- an au by @ahllohehn that is a hermitcraft/empires based percy jackson au that is centered around the art and headcanons. there are also ask blogs that characters in the au.

#tamacrafters au <- an au by @hybbart where players spawn in as eggs and then hatch into lil creatures ^-^ this au is partially inspired by tamagotchi

#hc poke au <- an au by @sulfuric-deity where some of the hermits are gym leaders, and there are pokemon trials which are a big deal.

#x26au <- an oceans 11 kind of au by @ty-bayonet-betteridge where xisuma fresh out of prison starts getting a crew together to steal the crown jewels of empires smp

#hcc au <- an au by @soemthingsparkly where various hermits work at a coffee shop. there is a fic and an ask blog for this au ^-^

#heavenly hermits au <- an au by @ty-bayonet-betteridge where all the hermits are either gods or beings with similar levels of power, except for xisuma, who has somehow found himself the admin of a server full of mostly gods :)

#rancher apocalypse au <- an au by @hybbart that follows tango and jimmy as they survive during the apocalypse and meet old friends and make new ones on their adventures. both wels and hels have shown up :)

#hermits in space au <- a space au by @aslitheryprinx where various groups of hermits from all kinds of backgrounds end up together on an abandoned planet together

#rns: royalty au <- a spinoff au by @nexahexagon of redstone and skulk (see above for that au) taking tango and tanguish and making them both princes and making wels and hels their knights ^-^

Masterpost of all aus, fics and series that have been tagged on this blog

if you enjoy any of these, please feel encouraged to go check out the blogs tagged and check out more of their stuff! ^-^

#meteor effect <- an au by @crazycatfics where a meteor crashes onto hermitcraft and then things start to get weird. wels is in this au

#redstone and skulk <- an au by @silverskye13 with a fic of the same name. it's an au that delves into the idea of helsmets and their respective hermits and the dynamics there. both welsknight and helsknight are in this au.

#hermit college au <- an au by @kazisonline where a couple of hermits and hermit adjacent people are in college. wels is part of this au

#beacon au <- an au by @capriciouswriter207 where wels is a commander of the king's guard in a medieval fantasy au. the kingdom in this au is protected by 4 beacons that have started to fail, causing disarray in the kingdom. wels, despite being recently injured, volunteers to adventure out to figure out what is happening.

[rhapsoddity]

So that new HC video from XisumaVoid, huh...

Helsknight, beloved!!!

[ok-ish-hermitcraft-headcanons]

xisuma and xanthus are twins, both resulting from split code of one player/voidwalker, so their hels situation is only a Little complicated! (believe it or not, xanthus is not a helsmit, they're just evil because it's funny) they have one hels together! I have not yet settled on a name, though helsknight is in fact welsknight's hels, but they consider themselves siblings. sometimes. only when something comes out of it in their favour, otherwise they're perfectly fine hating each other

I love the idea that EX is just evil because it’s funny,,,

What an icon

[scp-10000]

On Hermits and Hels Versions

Ever since Welsknight made the first episode with Helsknight, tumblr went wild making Hels versions of the other Hermits, and now it’s time for me to share my various Hels ideas.

Quick content warning for Biblically Accurate Angels, body horror, psychological horror, and general horror.

I’m starting out by saying I basically consider Hels creatures demons, and if I remember right, Wels partially based Hels off demons.  If I remember right Wels also stated Hels was just as strong as him, and has all the same skills and abilities(might wanna keep this in mind for later) barring one thing I’m adding.  I rewatched the first Helsknight video, and if I’m interpreting the data right, Hels existed in some form before he showed up as both the darkness and negative emotions buried deep inside Welsknight and in another dimension Wels may have never been before.  He just needed a flesh body to come and interact with the world Wels exists in.  

Before we continue, I wanna say my original plans were to send this all to @hermitcraftheadcanons, but it got waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay long, and I wanted to send some to @cooler-cactus-block back when they were asking for Hels Mumbos, but again it was long.  I’m just writing this all down on my blog and yeeting it out into Hermitblr and atting them in case they wanna see this.

Here’s where I play around with Hels Lore cause it’s fun.

Let’s start with how Hels beings were created.  You see, when angels fell after their rebellion, parts split off of the fallen angels, and those parts became demons.  The main body of the angel, if they survive the fall, becomes a devil that can loosely control the demons, and I say loosely cause the best way to control those demons is to promise them chaos and violence.  If the angel doesn’t survive to devilhood, the body breaks up on impact become general fiends who just run around doing their own evil deeds.  And there is a fourth being born from the fall of these angels, the Hels, named after the dimension they were born in.  Hels are formed from the burning dust of the fallen angels as they split apart, and if you go off the Christian interpretation 1/3 of the angels fell there’d be a lot of dust, before eventually coalescing into the malevolent beings we know and love.  They stay as vague evil energy feeding off the negative emotions of players before one of them eventually jumps to the real world to torment the player they latched to for more negative emotions to feed off.  

Some more random facts.  The Hels are the only ones named after the dimension cause they’re the only fiends who don’t have any memory of formally being an angel, just a lot of evil energies; to them, Hels has always been their home, and they can’t think of anywhere else.  Funnily enough, Helsknight wasn’t the only one trying to latch onto Welsknight.  A few more wanted him, but after Hels latched, the others couldn’t, even after Helsknight dies.  Also, all but the devils are afraid of angels(and I don’t just mean the feathery winged pop culture ones, I’m also talking the ones who have to say “Be Not Afraid” before showing up.)  Final random fact, all the fiends of Hels, just like the angels they descend from, and eldritch beings are all immune to fae magic, and fae can’t have Hels counterparts.  Hels beings usually attack fae just like they would attack humans.

Now that we know how Hels beings were created, let’s talk about some Hels counterparts.  Warning before I go in, a lot of them may not have Hels counterparts, weather it be because they can’t, the counterparts died or if we don’t have any other clue.  Also, fair warning, I don’t consider characters like Worm Man, Zeddeath, Grim Dog, Ren Bob, or others Hels versions.  They’re more their own thing to me.

Grian, Hypno, Iskall, Keralis, Ren, Beef, xB- Hels Dragon, a dragon worse more brick shittingly terrifying than the normal ender dragon, was out hunting one day and found all of their Hels at a portal ready to jump out and bond with their Hermit, and while they were all distracted, it snuck up on them and ate them.  A lot of them did die, but a few snuck into the dragon's tissues alive, but unable to leave.  They float around in the dragon's body, and occasionally taking over the mind for short periods of time before the dragon takes back control.  There are theories that if a Hels binds with their Hermit while inside the dragon's body, they'll fully take over, kicking the dragon out of the mind and stealing its powers, or if all of them are in the mind and try to bind with their Hermits, they'll all argue instead of getting anything done, cause most of the Hels don't like each other, and the dragon will be stuck listening to them all argue and won't be able to do literally anything.  Like yes, let’s become flesh in already existing flesh.

Gem and Stress- Due to them being Fae, they don’t have Hels counterparts.

Cub and Scar- They also don’t have Hels counterparts, but they do have Allay counterparts, BadTimesWithScar and CardinalHater531.  Funnily enough, both have spent time in Hels, but that’s because Allay were captured by Hels fiends as labor and food, somehow having a shorter life expectancy and worse quality of life than the average Vex.

DocM77- He does have a counterpart, DarkM77 I know I’m so good at names/s.  He’s a buff cyborg creeper just like Doc, but he stands at 7′7 [insert Doc’s compensation joke from Season 6 here]  and has Warden horns.  He loves fucking up other people’s redstone especially if he can make it lethal.  

Bdubs- Baddouble001, or Baddubs for short I know,  I know, I can’t name characters is somehow shorter than Bdubs, but he gets just as angry if you bring it up.  He can also manipulate plants(both overworld and nether), and really likes binding people in vines and slapping with a cactus crop for calling him short.  He’s done it to Scar a few times.

Joe Hills- No one’s sure what Joe Hells is actually like.  Some say Herobrine is Joe’s Hels.  Some say Joe is Herobrine’s Hels.

TFC- Somehow, TFC outlived all the Hels that could have latched onto him.  That is until a new one is born 20 years ago.  Aluminum, or Alu, is the first new potential TFC Hels, and he became flesh and is now running around covering things in aluminium foil cause he has no idea what to do.

Mumbo- This is a weird section cause I already made an Evil Mumbo, but after some thinking, he may or may not fit with being a Hels based off what info I put in this post.

Xisuma, and Evil Xisuma- No one’s sure weather EX is a ture Hels, and this was further complicated by Evil Evil Xisuma sending Evil Xisuma a letter saying “Hey stupid, I’m your Hels.”

False- She has True, but True is just False’s cousin, but neither of them can remember from which side.  False does sometimes borror her clothes and go into Hels Kitchen calling herself AllSymetry just to get some fire food and beat fiends at arm wrestling.  Sometimes Hels will taunt her about seeing her Hels at the kitchen, but sometimes, he talks about seeing her on days she didn’t go.

Etho- Hermits sometimes see his Hels as a blur rushing out of the corner of their eyes.  Sometimes some of someone’s stuff goes missing.  Sometimes it turns up in another Hermit’s base.  Sometimes Hermits fall victim to traps.  The Hermits notice this and blame the currently nameless Hels Etho.

Zedaph- If a Hels Zedaph ever pops up, fucking run.

Impulse- Impy actually comes from Hels, but isn’t considered a Hels, Fiend, Demon, or Devil.  You see, when the angels fell, a lot of their good and righteous nature burnt off and scattered into the atmosphere.  It floated around for a while convincing fiends to do some good deeds as it went.  While floating, it found places where positive vibes like joy and friendship slipped into Hels.  Eventually, the goodness found a large place that leaked a lot of good vibes, and it settled down and formed into Impulse.  Devils, Demons, and Fiends often attack on sight cause they sometime see the former angle they were in him, and Hels attack him cause they just hate how sweet and good he is.

Tango- Out of Team ZIT, Tango’s Hels was the only one to show up.  Salsa Dance, is a guy dressed in blue with the only spicy part of him being the fact he’s so intensely jealous of the fact Tango has both the ability to make good games and friends to play games with he wants to kidnap a few of them to play some of his shotty games and get some praise, and no, he will not take constructive criticism, Impulse; the game is perfectly fine; you just have too high standards cause you play with Tango.

Pearl- PearlescentMoon’s Hels counterpart PearlescentSun is a being who gains strength from daylight or bright light.  She’s the kind of monster who you try to defeat by turning on the lights only to realize you just made her more powerful.  She also doesn’t turn outsides upside down, only insides.

Jevin- Jevin is a weird case cause he does have Hels trying to latch to him, but none of the have so far do to him being a slime.  A few tried learning through magma cubes, but a Hels, even in energy form, can’t possess any nether mob.  A few were gonna try overworld slimes, but the EX event happened before they could, and now they have no idea what to do, but are pissed at EX.

Zombie Cleo- Cleo terrifies all the fiends of Hels on her own.  No demon loves destruction and carnage enough to summon Hels Cleo.  No random fiend thinks it’s worth it to summon her.  No devil is arrogant enough to control a Hels Cleo.  No Hels thinks she’d even be one of them.

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And yet, a Hels that could become Hels Cleo is out there...waiting.

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

Want more Among us fics? How about evil hermits among us? Either them all playing together or them playing with regular hermits, being actual crewmates, but people don't believe them at easily? Or them being forced to cooperate with their counterpart? Listen, I am back in loving evil hermits hours. :D

Writing murder people actually committing murder was surprisingly hard lmao

Also added cw for swearing just in case cuz there’s one swear word.

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  Playing a game about murder with a bunch of evil hermits is among the riskier ideas Xisuma has ever had. Either this will satisfy their desire to kill forever or it will only increase it. But the Hermits have agreed to play with their evil counterparts to keep an eye on them. It is a trial more than anything else, but perhaps they will have fun too.

  Grian doesn’t know how to react when he gets imposter and sees who his partner is. On the one hand, he could have been partnered with someone like Helsknight, who was infamously volatile, even more unpredictable as Scar playing this game.

  But on the other, he thinks he knows who EX will kill first. And if he can work it out, so can the others.

  But Grian can’t afford to follow EX around for no reason, so he reluctantly splits off from his partner and follows Scar and Bad into admin for the swipe card task. He waits until Bad leaves before killing Scar and jumping into the vent. 

  When a body is reported and everyone is teleported to the meeting table, Grian is stunned. 

  Xisuma is still alive. 

  EX ignores Grian staring at them and calmly says, “I found Welsknight’s body outside the room with the security cameras in it.”

  “Okay, I’m 100% sure EX is innocent,” Xisuma says immediately.

  Bad blinks. “Whoa, wait, what? How are you so sure?”

  “Because I know them. If they were the imposter, they would have killed me first with no hesitation. I’m alive, so it can’t be them.”

  “Oh come on, I like to think I’d be smarter than that,” EX says wryly.

  Xisuma raises an eyebrow back. “I’m vouching for you, Exy.” 

  “I don’t need you to vouch for me. True saw me leave reactor just before the body was called.”

  “Did you, True?” False demands.

  Her mirror image sighs and rolls her eyes. “Yeah, sure.”

  “To be fair, self-reporting is a really big brain move,” says Grian. “This is EX’s first round with us; are they capable of doing it right off the bat?”

  Xisuma glances at EX, who scowls back. “Careful what you say here, brother.”

  “Okay, honestly, I’m not sure,” says Xisuma fairly. “They’re deviously smart so I can see them using this move later, but maybe not on the first go.”

  “Then we can rule out EX for now,” False says. “Who else was around the area?” 

  As everyone discusses their alibis, Grian sneaks another look at EX, who pointedly doesn’t make eye contact with him. He’s both impressed by and scared of how well the evil hermit seems to be settling into their new role as imposter. Something tells him EX is more cunning than he gave them credit for. 

  The meeting concludes with nobody being ejected. Now they’re down to eight players. 

  This time, Grian does follow EX down through storage and into electrical. He chats to False about the tasks they have in electrical but he notices that EX is silent. 

  The two wait in electrical until Hels comes into the room. EX immediately kills him. 

  Grian swiftly takes out False and watches EX jump into the vent. He quickly follows them into security and shuts the door before they can leave. 

  “Hold on, wait,” he says. “You’re behaving really suspiciously.”

  EX gives him a look. “You do know we’re both the imposters, right?”

  Grian rolls his eyes. “Uh huh, I HAD managed to get that far. Dude, if you walk around saying absolutely nothing, people aren’t going to know what you’re doing. You need to talk to yourself about what tasks you’ve got and how much you don’t wanna get murdered.”

  “What? I don’t have any tasks and I’m not gonna get murdered.”

  “I know, but the others don’t know that, see? It makes you look more innocent if you walk into a room and mutter to yourself about the task you’re about to fake.”

  “Oh.” EX pauses as Grian’s advice sinks in. “I guess that makes sense. I’ll try that. Thanks.”

  Grian watches them leave security before hopping back in the vent and coming up in medbay. He quickly kills True while she’s trying to figure out the scanner and attempts to leave but, to his dismay, he runs straight into Bad.

  The two stare at each other for a moment, before Bad lets out a shriek and dashes out of the room. 

  Wincing, Grian takes off after him, hoping his cooldown will expire before Bad gets to the button. 

  No such luck. 

  “True is dead and I saw Grian running away and when he saw me see him he chased me and oh my god I thought I was gonna die,” Bad gasps out immediately. 

  “No way!” Grian snaps back. “I wasn’t in medbay, I was in navigation!” 

  “Bad never said where the body was, Grian,” Xisuma says pointedly.

  A pause.

  “...fuck.”

  Bad bursts out laughing. “You got busted! By yourself!”

  Grian curses again under his breath. “Argh… Stupid, stupid mistake.” 

  “No kidding,” EX responds coolly.

  Grian sighs. “Alright, alright. I just think you should look at EX too, cuz they’re the second imposter.”

  EX’s eyes widen but Xisuma just scoffs. “Uh huh, sure. You really think we’d believe anything you say now?”

  Grian shoots the briefest of pointed looks at EX, who realises and shuts their mouth. They may not understand all the strategies for this game but even they get basic “shut up” looks. 

  After Grian is unanimously voted off, the first thing he does is wait until the remaining crewmates go towards the right side of the ship before he sets off reactor. 

  EX and Xisuma, who have just bumped into each other outside admin, head towards it immediately. 

  Xisuma reaches reactor first and runs up to place his hand on the scanner. But as he turns to check on the lower one, he finds EX advancing on him with a knife and groans quietly. “Ah, I should’ve known, shouldn’t I?”

  “I was trying to be more unpredictable so I could win,” states EX, twirling the knife in their hand. “That’s why I didn’t kill you straight away. But now I can do exactly that.”

  With that, they lash out and stab Xisuma in the chest. 

  “Yes!” Grian cheers. “One more kill, EX! Just one more!”

  But the game doesn’t even get that far. With Bad and NPG still making their way here from the other side of the ship, there is nobody to activate the hand scanners and save their lives. 

  A satisfied grin spreads over EX’s face as the victory screen appears in front of their vision. 

  They could get used to this.

[sweetest-honeybee]

To Hell and Back

Chapter 19

Summary: Hels and Wels get a bit of an examination, there’s a sappy apology, and Evil X accidentally confesses his love for Hels.

Characters: Helsknight, Welsknight, Evil Xisuma, Xisuma, Beef, Doc, and Tango

TW: None I think

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Beef certainly wasn’t expecting Wels to look so...different already. When Doc landed and practically threw the knight into one of the back corners of the room, Wels glared at him through the wool with blood red snake eyes. Doc removed the cloth around his mouth. Wels grinned evilly at Beef, showing off a pair of fangs and licked them slowly.

“Hey, Beef, you gonna make me a little angel again?” He batted his eyelashes at the butcher. “Wouldn’t want me getting loose, huh?” He wriggled in his place on the floor while Doc tied his ankles together.

“He’s changing at a much faster pace than Hels is. That was so….sudden,” Beef observed.

“Yeah, where’s Hels, anyways?” Doc asked, noticing how the dark knight wasn’t on the table. Beef snickered, briefly distracted by the question from Wels’s current state.

“Went outside to play with the piglets. I made a pen out back a few days ago and the dude is obsessed with them apparently.”

“Ooo, sounds like someone plans on making bacon later,” Wels stated from the corner. The creeper gifted his teeth.

“Keep talking and your dinner will be more wool. Don’t think I won’t clock you too. Xisuma’s strong but he’s not mutant,” Doc replied without turning to look over his shoulder at Wels. Beef stared at Doc with wide eyes.

“Xisuma punched him?!”

The creeper shrugged. “Wels seems to know how to push his buttons. Got him right in the jaw twice and Evil Xisuma had to keep him to doing it again,” he chuckled.

“I- Okay then. Where’s Xisuma? I thought he was coming with Tango and Evil Xisuma.”

Doc rubbed his neck. “Xisuma must’ve gotten overwhelmed or something, I don’t know. He looked like he was gonna pass out so I just brought Wels here and had the other two take care of that.” Their communicators buzzed, catching their attention. Beef hummed.

“Speaking of the devil, here he comes.”

As if on cue, Xisuma, Tango and Ex landed in front of the doorway. As they walked in, Tango and Xisuma marveled at the cloning machine. Or well, whatever it was. They didn’t imagine Beef wanted more clones running around possibly causing more problems like this. Nonetheless, the machine in the center of the room was one crazy looking contraption.

“Hey guys!” Greeted Beef. “Hels is out back and Wels is in the corner over-“ Beef turned, now noticing how long the silence was lasting. As Beef looked, he didn’t find the knight in the corner. “Oh no.”

The others peered around the machine where Doc and Beef were searching. Only was it when Beef walked out the suspiciously ajar back door, did he find Wels completely free of his ropes in the small pig pen with Hels.

“Wels, how did you-“ Beef was interrupted by the loud squeak erupting from one of the piglets. Wels had one of them held in his arms with a grin.

“I didn’t know you had a pig pen over here! Look how cute the baby pigs are,” the knight cooed. Somehow he was even fine with Hels sitting next to him as well. Both held and petted the babies happily.

Now Beef was confused. Very confused. He stepped back inside, not even knowing how to behind to describe what had happened. He wasn’t even sure how Wels managed to get out of the ropes, let alone explain how his personality completely reversed from his previously sadistic self. Perhaps he only switched back and forth rather than being completely evil in the span of three days.

“He- He’s playing with the pigs. He’s in the pen with Hels and they’re playing with pigs.” The butcher rubbed the bridge of his nose. “His entire personality just did a full 180, too.”

The other three made their own confused expressions. Evil Xisuma, surprisingly to the other two, spoke up.

“That’s not surprising. When I found him he was freaking out about nearly killing Tango. Didn’t seem very evil to me.”

“So it’s not constant then….” Doc added. “That’s odd. Hels is going through such a slow, but much more constant change from what I’ve noticed.”

“Yeah he’s been at it with the pigs for over an hour now,” interjected Beef. “No signs of changing anytime soon.”

“Exactly, but Wels is full on Jekyll and Hyde. And the switch is much more apparent and more aggressive. Hels doesn’t do more than crack a few jokes and play with the animals,” Doc continued. “I wonder why that is….” he thought aloud.

Ex also added an important point. “He said he didn’t know what had happened. Like he didn’t remember anything.”

At those observations, Tango suddenly felt guilty for what he said prior. Though not as guilty as Xisuma still was. The poor guy was still hesitant about speaking up about the situation. He simply watched as the others discussed. That was until Beef brought it up.

“Right right. Well, we need to get going with this stuff. I was gonna have Suma try to slap in some commands but….” he turned his head to the admin. “I think that’ll wait. Punching Wels over and over is probably just gonna make it worse after he’s already provoked.” He eyed Xisuma pointedly.

Xisuma shuffled sheepishly, feeling the other pairs of eyes on him. “Alright,” he agreed. “But if he’s threatening anyone, I’m interfering.”

Ex chuckled. “No you’re not.” X glared at him, but rolled his eyes. If he was going to try anything, Ex would just hold him back again. Not what he preferred by any means, but nobody was getting hurt at least. He’d rather not keep punching his friends in the face.

Beef clapped his hands together. “Alright! Let’s get on with this, shall we?” The rest nodded in unison. “Great! Evil X, go retrieve the boys and the rest of us will start on some kind of analysis.” With a nod from the evil counterpart, the others split up for their tasks and Xisuma stepped outside.

As Ex walked out back, he couldn’t help but to awe at the knights happily playing with the piglets. Hels especially, even if it was only because of whatever was happening to the two. It was too overbearingly cute to see the usually hateful and malicious knight pull the baby pig up to his face, only to laugh when it licked his nose.

Sadly, Ex had to stop their activities. “Alright, that’s adorable, but we’ve gotta do some tests on ya’.” He pulled the piglets from the two and made a gesture for them to stand while he closed the pen. They followed his directions with little to no hesitation, which he personally found odd considering Wels’s previous mood, but again, he had another one of his mental switches.

Not to mention the fact that Wels was perfectly fine with being around Hels, let alone barely three feet apart behind the fence gate. The knight even would grab some of the pigs and show his counterpart, usually pointing out how some had little brown spots or that some of them weren’t actually pink with awe. It really was interesting. That only made him wonder if Wels had been doing this a couple weeks ago and the Hermits just happened to meet up with him while he was in his happier state of mind, and also somehow avoiding provoking him into lashing out again.

As they made their way back inside, Beef had the two sit on two tables sat far across the room from each other, Wels’s little table surrounded by iron bars and an iron door for the access to get inside. Visibly, everyone saw the knight grimace at his setup and pulled their hands to the hilts of their swords in case a Wels was to throw another tantrum.

But he didn’t. With a worried expression and a shake of his head as if to block off the ever growing hateful thoughts, he walked inside the cage and sat down. Hels on the other hand didn’t have precaution of any type, really. Just a stone table held up on fence posts which he gladly sat on much to Ex’s personal dismay. Oddly, he missed how rude Hels used to be. He was more confident, stronger, and for some reason, Ex weirdly admired his hateful personality. He loved it better when the knight would throw offhand insults jokingly and ask questions about how the over world worked. Even if he wanted to destroy the Hermitcraft server, but Ex knew he could prevent that himself.

Now, the used-to-be dark knight was now swinging his legs back and forth while he sat on the table like a child. Ex couldn’t help but to stifle a laugh at that.

“Alright, Doc, you take Hels, I’ll take Wels. Just poke around, ask some questions if you need to, write down the current changes. I can probably give a good estimate on how long they have before they’ve completely swapped,” Beef explained. “I’m not exactly an expert on this whole thing but I did make the machine after all.”

With a nod from the creeper, the butcher pulled a lever on the side of the room, making glass panes lifted from the floor to separate both parties from each other. Ex stayed on Hels’s side with Doc while Tango stood with Beef and Wels.

For a few minutes, the room was fairly silent minus the occasional “Open your mouth” or “Can you show me your hands”. Tango and Ex watched as the men observed the knights, carefully trying to not provoke either of them into a sudden change in personality. Though Hels still interestingly kept a quite calm and happy demeanor and followed his directions with no hesitation.

Wels on the other hand? Beef felt like he was walking on eggshells. He was closed into the little cage with Wels with enchanted diamond armor- though no sword- and worrying he’d set him off with a jab to the wrong part of his body or the wrong request. However, Wels followed his directions as well, but much sadder than his counterpart. He decided to speak up.

“I’m sorry.”

Beef looked up while the others in the room also turned. “What was that?”

“I said I’m sorry.”

“Wels, you weren't in control of that,” the butcher replied with a sigh. “You have nothing to say sorry for.”

Wels begged to differ. “I do, Beef. And I don’t know what’s happening and it’s….terrifying not being able to control the outbursts, but just know that….I’m sorry, Tango. For hurting you.” Wels peeked around the butcher and peered outside, speaking to Xisuma. “And I’m sorry for whatever I did to you. I don’t know what I did but I heard from outside that I’ve done something to you and I’m very sorry.”

Everyone became silent at his apology. Really, if anything, it made some of them feel worse like the admin outside the building. But still, they accepted his apology happily.

“That was the sappiest apology I’ve ever heard.” Everyone turned their attention to Hels who stared down the other knight with a smirk. “Seriously, you didn’t have to go on about it. I’m sure they already know.”

With a burst of excitement, Ex pulled Hels into yet another spine crushing hug which he reciprocated by patting the other on the back awkwardly. Ex didn’t mind, however, and pulled away with a smile.

“You’re still in there!”

Hels eyed him curiously. “Uh, yes? Is something wrong with you or what?” He peeked around Ex. “Is something wrong with him?”

Ex simply laughed. “No, no, I just….missed how rude you were? That actually sounds odd when you say it out loud.” Nonetheless, the others got the gist. They smiled as well.

“Also what was he apologizing for anyways? Tango doesn’t look injured in the slightest,” asked Hels. He eyed the demon. “But I can change that.” Tango shifted uncomfortably.

Beef rolled his eyes. “There’s the Hels I expected. Be nice, bud. He’s been through a lot today already.” As if to try to seem like some kind of authority, the butcher put his hands on his hips which only earned a laugh from the others. Though, his statement still stood.

“Pfft, alright ‘dad’, whatever you say,” the knight replied sarcastically. That only brought a flush across Beef’s face and wide eyes.

“I uh- okay then,” he stammered. “Well still, just….be as nice as you’re able to.”

With that, the men continued on their examinations, now with more uplifted spirit. Beef could easily point out how oddly pointed Wels’s ears were, how much sharper his canines were becoming, and how dark of a blue his irises were- much to Doc’s frustration. The creeper couldn’t seem to point out any significant changes to the other knight. Nothing more than shorter, but still pointed ears and less of the red scales dotted over his cheeks. He hadn’t seen Hels in person enough to see anything too obvious.

Ex decided to butt in Doc’s examination. Easily, the counterpart could point out that Hels’s eyes were no longer slitted pupils, how much shorter his nails were as opposed to his previous claws. He confirmed the lack of the scales and the ears easily, and how Hels’s own fangs weren’t as long, nor as sharp, as they used to be.

“His hair is lighter, I think,” Ex added, finally. All of his observations brought Doc’s jaw to the floor. Hels mirrored his expression as well.

“You….really pay attention that much?” Hels asked slowly.

“Just need something to do when I’m with you. You’re very different from Wels. You’re taller, for some reason. Your tail is about five feet long, your pupils grow when you’re looking at something you’re interested in, and you always sneeze two times around the oxy daisies,” Ex listed.

Even Tango was gobsmacked by the amount of details. “You just happen to notice those things?! Yeesh, if I didn’t know better I’d say you liked him.”

“Well, yeah I like Hels a lot! He’s my friend, I think?” Ex turned to Hels. “Hey, are we friends?”

Hels just shrugged. “With that much random information, might as well be. Don’t get your hopes up, I’ll just complain the whole time.” Ex grinned in response.

Yet, Tango shook his head with a laugh. “Not what I meant, but I guess that works, too.”

Ex had to think for a moment about what the demon meant before his eyes widened. “Oh! You mean romantically, don’t you?” The counterpart laughed nervously, a flush creeping across his cheeks but it wasn’t too noticeable to the others. “Well, I mean Xisuma had to explain that to me. I suppose that’s a yes to that.”

From outside, they all heard a bark of laughter, quite obviously belonging to their admin.

[hermitcraftheadcanons]

Contrary to popular belief, not all Hermits have a Hels counterpart. Some of them do, of course, the ones for whom their goodness is prized.

You see, all the most powerful Players have a counterpart. Or counterparts. This is due to a single rule put in place when the Universe was created: one cannot have power over both sides of the same coin. A gain in one aspect results in the loss of the opposite. But the Universe cannot exist without balance, cannot have fullness in one without fullness in the other. And so, when Players gain enough power, they split in two.

Some split yin and yang, like Xisuma and Evil X, or Welsknight and Helsknight. Those are the simplest.

Others become part god, part human, such as Grian and Xelqua, or Pearl and Santa Perla. Those aren't too complicated, as long as the god and player never meet.

Some end up doing whatever Rendog did to get so many of him.

But there are also players who gain power, but cannot be split evenly. In these cases, the Universe doesn't know what to do. There used to be a TrueSymmetry, until she got too powerful. Now? Well, two Falses can't make a True, no matter how hard they try.

(Sorry for the absurdly long headcanon, it's midnight for me and I had ideas)

some, like Zedaph, split into life and death! that's.... not exactly the usual outcome, but it works for him and his death-y buddy! and it comes with the side effect that as long as Zedeath is around, Zed technically can't perma-die.

-Mod Mleem

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Vaunna my beloved ❤

After your amazing Wels and Hels armorstand scene on my server could I get Wels and Hels story? Please? 👉👈

Oca my beloved ❤️

This is genuinely one of my favourite oneshots I’ve written. I just love the Wels/Hels dynamic so much. 

Also this is technically a sequel to the last one I wrote so go read it here if you like! This one does make sense without it tho

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  It’s been a few weeks since the server has seen an evil hermit incident, and even though most of the hermits have let down their guard, Welsknight hasn’t. He hasn’t stopped being vigilant since his last encounter with Helsknight. He knows that his evil counterpart is out there somewhere, waiting for another chance to kill him. 

  Wels knows he can’t give him that chance. 

  One morning, while out in the desert, grinding for sand, Wels keeps spotting movement out the corner of his eye but every time he looks, he sees nothing. At first, he thinks it’s just the desert playing tricks on his mind. But his knight training tells him not to be so quick to jump to conclusions. 

  Eventually, he decides to put most of his stuff in a chest and go have a look, just in case. He leaves his valuables in the chest and explores the immediate area, looking carefully for any threats.

  He hears the sound behind him and twists to the side, a split second before a figure appears out of nowhere and attempts to shove him to the ground. 

  Wels jumps back a few steps and raises his diamond pickaxe, realising too late he accidentally brought it instead of his sword. “Helsknight.”

  His evil counterpart grins. “Hey, Welsy. Your face is looking great.”

  Wels’s hand automatically rises to his cheek, where the burn scar from their last encounter still sits. “Thanks. What are you doing here?”

  “I’m here for you, of course. It’s time we have another little battle, don’t you think?”

  Normally, Wels wouldn’t hesitate to stay and fight. But he doesn’t have a real weapon and his inventory is practically empty. 

  So he bolts back towards his chest, intending to grab his sword for a proper battle. But then he realises he may be running directly into a trap, so he changes direction.

  However, at that moment, the ground under his feet gives way, sending him tumbling down into the hole below.

  His fall seems to last only a few seconds but it must be far; when he hits the ground, pain explodes through his whole body. He’s fallen very far. 

  A second after he lands, he hears a splash from nearby and glances up. With the sunlight streaming through the hole, he can see a figure emerging from a single source block of water to his left. His heart skips a beat. 

  “You idiot!” Hels snaps, tossing the bucket at the wall. “You triggered the trap too soon! I wasn’t out of the way yet!”

  “Oh, I’m sorry!” Wels’s voice is strained from pain but his anger is unmistakable. “You’re right; I should have been able to avoid the secret trap you set up for me. Dang it. But hey, at least I’m not now stuck in a hole in terrible pain with next to no resources! That sure wouldn’t be ideal!”

  Hels glares at him. “Quit it with the sarcasm. This is all your fault.”

  Wels feels indignance boil inside him but he forces himself not to rise to the bait. His rational mind knows there’s no point arguing with Hels. “Whatever. I’m gonna see if my friends will come save me.”

  He taps out a message to the server asking for help, and within a minute, he gets replies from both Etho and Joe.

  “They’re on their way,” he says. “You may as well relax, cuz we’re not going anywhere ‘til then.”

  Hels huffs and sits down a few blocks away from Wels, crossing his arms irritably. 

  They sit in silence for a long time. The sun crosses the sky above them, marking the end of the morning and the start of the afternoon. 

  After a while, Wels decides to try and be practical. He checks his inventory; all he has on him is his diamond pickaxe, sixteen obsidian, a flint and steel, a single piece of bread, and some seeds. Nothing particularly useful. There aren’t enough blocks to pillar out, and Wels can hardly move while sitting, let alone standing, anyway. He could make a nether portal, but what would be the point? There’s no way he can survive better in the nether than in this pit right now. 

  He glances up. “Hels, do you have-.”

  “I don’t have anything on me, useful or otherwise,” says Hels immediately.

  Wels knows this means he doesn’t have food on him either. He can tell from the pouty expression on Hels’s face that his counterpart is hungry. Even though Wels’s hunger was reduced somewhat by the fall, he decides to be the bigger person. 

 He breaks his loaf of bread in half and offers the bigger part to Hels, who eyes him suspiciously. “What are you doing?”

  Frowning confusedly, Wels replies, “Giving you some bread.”

  “Why?”

  “...because we both need food?”

  “Yeah, so why don’t you just eat it all? You’ll be fuller.”

  “But you won’t have any.” Wels shakes his hand. “Just take it.” 

  Hels continues to scowl at him. “Is it poisoned?”

  Sighing and rolling his eyes, Wels flicks the piece of bread into Hels’s lap and starts slowly eating his own. Out the corner of his eye, he watches Hels carefully inspect the bread before taking a hesitant bite. Finally satisfied that he isn’t being tricked, Hels starts to gobble the bread.

  Wels watches him curiously. “Why would I try to poison you, Hels?”

  Hels shrugs. “We’re enemies, isn’t that what we do? Try to kill each other?”

  “No,” Wels says. “That’s the way YOU see our relationship. I never wanted to be enemies with you, you know.”

  “Really? Wasn’t it you who started all this?”

  “No, you literally turned up out of the blue and dropped me in a hole one day. Then I destroyed you in a rap battle. Remember that?”

  “I remember the hole,” says Hels. “Don’t remember losing any rap battle.”

  “Uh huh.”

  The two fall into silence as they eat. Wels continues to watch Hels, who has already finished his half of the bread. 

  “Can I make an observation?” he asks after a few minutes.

  Hels huffs. “No but you’re gonna do it anyway.”

  “You’re not used to the concept of sharing, are you?”

  “Sharing?” Hels sits up straighter, a possessive look appearing in his eyes. “I don’t share anything! Nothing!”

  “That’s not what I meant,” says Wels. “I meant the concept of people voluntarily sharing things with you.” 

  Hels glares at him for a moment longer, before relaxing visibly. “No. Back in my dimension, it’s every person for themselves. You protect what you’ve got cuz if you don’t, you’re gonna lose it forever, so people hoard their stuff like it’s made of gold. I never got attached to anything cuz I knew it’d probably get snatched away from me sooner or later. I-.” He breaks off as he registers Wels’s expression. “Oh, don’t you dare pity me,” he growls. 

  “I’m not.”

  “Yes you are, you’re looking at me like I’m an abandoned baby dog or something.”

  Wels raises an eyebrow. “Baby dog? You mean a puppy?”

  “Shut up!” Hels growls again and huffily turns away from his counterpart. “I’m not a stupid puppy for you to adopt and train! If I get the opportunity, I WILL kill you. I would gladly leave you here to rot if it meant I could get outta this stupid hole. In fact, the only reason I’m not beating you to death right now is because you’re my best chance of getting out of here alive.”

  A pause follows his words. 

  Eventually, Wels sighs. “Sometimes, it’s so easy to see that you’re all the worst parts of me combined.”

  To his surprise, Hels doesn’t respond. His arms are folded but Wels can’t see his expression, can’t see that his counterpart’s eyes are misted over. 

  Hels is frustrated with himself; Wels has insulted him many times since their first meeting so why did that one little remark hurt him so much? Why has it brought him to tears like this? 

  Maybe it’s because Wels’s remark forced him to remember that he’s not his own person. He wasn’t born organically; he was brought into existence by a combination of Wels and a weird cloning machine. The nature of his “birth” means he isn’t a real person. He’s just a copy of Wels, made up of all the parts of himself that he hates.  

  Maybe that’s all he’ll ever be.

  A soft groan brings Hels out of his thoughts. He glances to the right and sees that Wels’s condition has deteriorated; his skin has rapidly paled and he’s clearly struggling to breathe. 

  As Hels watches, Wels reaches a shaking hand into his inventory and weakly throws an item to Hels, who catches it and turns it over. It’s a flint and steel. 

  Hels glances up in time to see Wels drop some obsidian down beside him as well. “Go, Hels,” he rasps. “Make a portal and go back to the nether.”

  Hels blinks, his mind racing as he tries to figure out the catch. “What are you doing? Why did you give me this?”

  “So you can escape. My friends are coming for me but I’ll probably die before they get here. If you’re still here when they arrive, there’s no telling what they’ll do to you. Just go while you still can.”

  After a moment, Hels narrows his eyes. “Are you tricking me? What’s the catch?”

  “Nothing,” Wels insists weakly. “Just please, go, quickly.”

  “No, seriously. Why are you so insistent I leave?”

  “B-Because…” Wels hesitates, taking in a shaky breath. “Because it’s getting dark and the mobs will be coming soon and I don’t want you to die. If I die, I respawn. You don’t.”

  Hels stares at his counterpart in confusion. “You… don’t want me to die?”

  “Of course not. How many times do we have to-.”

  He breaks off as he tries to stifle a pained cry. The fall damage he took is starting to catch up with him now. 

  The groan of a zombie sounds from nearby. Hels’s eyes widen with fear.

  “Go, Hels!” Wels’s voice cracks. “Please!” 

  Looking deep into his counterpart’s eyes and finding nothing but fear and desperation in them, Hels turns and creates a portal on the very edge of the pit, lighting it up with the flint and steel. 

  He glances back at Wels one final time, before disappearing through the portal.

  Wels closes his eyes, breathing a shallow sigh. His counterpart should be safe; if he’s anything like Wels himself, he knows how to survive on his own. 

  As the mob sounds start to surround him, he feels a calm sense of relief. He knows he’ll respawn back in his bed, and at this moment, he doesn’t care that he’ll lose the items he has on him right now. He just wants the pain to end. 

…

  Hidden safely in the nether, Hels clutches the flint and steel his counterpart gave him. He can’t stop staring at it; it represents the sacrifice Wels made for him. The first time anyone has been willing to lay down their own life for him. He can hardly believe it even happened at all; the concept of loving someone enough to want to protect them even at the cost of their own life is completely foreign. 

  As he’s puzzling this out, a message appears on the communicator he stole from Wels during their last confrontation. A message he knew deep down was coming, but one that still catches him off guard. 

Welsknight was slain by zombie

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It's that time once again when Diabolical plays in my head on loop.

Can I please get fic where Hels gets back on hermitcraft server? Causing some shenanigans and general trouble?

This was so much fun to write, thank you!! It also ended up being WAY more angsty than I expected but I’m sure you’ll enjoy it anyway, my friend :) Slight CW: minor descriptions of injuries

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  Welsknight had been avoiding his nether portal as much as possible since he saw his doppelganger disappear through it. Something about the formerly harmless particles and whooshing noise when he walked past it now just about gave him an anxiety attack every time he walked past it. Once, when Jevin popped out of it to say hello just hours after Helsknight had left, Wels had reacted so violently that Jevin was STILL wary around him all these months later. 

  Nobody used his portal anymore. He made sure of that. 

  One sunny day, he finally worked up the courage to go to the shopping district, something he hadn’t dared to do in weeks in case something happened. He went straight past his own portal and flew all the way to Etho’s; there was no way he was going to use the portal his evil clone went through to go back to the hell dimension from which he had come. 

  The shopping district had changed a lot in the weeks Wels had been avoiding it. He couldn’t help staring around at the myriad of new shops that had sprung up. It almost seemed like an entirely new place. 

  As Wels entered the barge, he found another Hermit already inside, browsing the chest full of golden carrots. 

  “Hi, Joe,” said Wels politely, unable to hide a smile at the sight of his old friend. 

  Joe turned and gave him a wave. “Howdy, Wels. Haven’t seen you around here for a few weeks.”

  “Yeah, it’s been… a while. Just been busy, that’s all.” Wels awkward;y indicated the chest. “You, uh… buying stuff?”

  “Nah, I’m not dealing with diamonds this season. I thought Grian might be open to some kind of trading system using stuff other than diamonds but he hasn’t responded to my message yet, so in the meantime, I’m-.” He broke off with a frown. “Okay, I think I might have forgotten to actually send the message.”

  Wels chuckled. “You’re busy too, huh? You only start forgetting stuff when you’ve got a lot on your mind.”

  Joe matched his chuckle. “I’ve got quite a few projects going at the moment, yes. You wanna come over to my base sometime and I’ll show you what I’m working on?”

  “That sounds nice, Joe, thanks.”

  At that moment, the sound of a firework going off nearby caused both of them to look up. A second later, a figure glided through the door and landed neatly on the ground, his elytra closing as he took a few steps further into the room. “Hey, Wels,” Etho said, giving a friendly wave. “Man, you really got here fast.”

  Wels frowned at his friend. “What do you mean?”

  “Well, I just saw you over by Shade-E-E’s a minute ago. You said hello to me and everything.”

  “That…” Wels’s heart skipped a beat. “That wasn’t me.”

  Etho frowned back. “Well, then… Someone must’ve stolen a spare set of armour or something, cuz it looked exactly like you.”

  “Oh…” Blinking very fast, Wels let out a nervous breath. “Oh, boy… Please don’t tell me he’s back…”

  Etho and Joe exchanged a confused look. “Who?” asked Joe.

  Wels considered either making something up or dismissing his comment, but looking at the concerned faces of two of his best friends on the server, he decided to tell the truth. “The evil clone of myself that Beef and I accidentally created who ran off into the nether after I beat him in a rap battle when he tried to destroy the server.”

  Etho stared at him with wide eyes. 

  “I thought it might be something like that,” said Joe, nodding.

  “How can you possibly have been expecting that?” Wels said in disbelief.

  Joe shrugged. “I’ve heard weirder.”

  “Well… anyway. His name is Helsknight and he’s from a nether-like dimension called Hels, apparently. I thought I’d driven him back to where he came from but I should’ve known he wouldn’t stay away for long.”

  “To be frank, beating him in a rap battle isn’t quite as definitive as beating him in PVP,” said Joe. 

  Wels scowled. “The last time I tried PVP, you dropped an anvil on my head from a great height.”

  “Oh yeah.” Joe snickered. “I did.”

  “Leaving that aside,” said Etho, “it seems there’s an evil clone of you loose on the server, so we should probably deal with that. Helsknight, you said his name is?”

  Wels nodded. “He looks exactly like me except his eyes are red, his armour is slightly greyer than mine, and his hair is a darker shade of blond.”

  “Ohh, I noticed the darker armour,” said Etho. “I just thought it was the shade from my shop. I guess we’d better go find him, huh?”

  “Yeah, I need to find him before he causes any more chaos. You guys should probably warn the other Hermits so they-.”

  “No, we’re coming with you to find him,” Etho interrupted. 

  “It’ll be quicker if the three of us look together,” Joe added. “Plus, I’ve never met an evil clone before, so it would be rather thrilling to do so.”

  Wels frowned at his friends. “Are you sure? He’s really dangerous. I don’t know exactly what he’s capable of, but he’s from a hellfire dimension, so...”

  “As sure as the day is long,” replied Joe, patting his friend on the shoulder. “You need our help and we aren’t gonna abandon you.”

  As Etho nodded, Wels gave a small smile. “Thank you, guys. I really appreciate it.”

  “No worries. So where should we look first?” asked Etho.

  “Well…” Wels thought for a moment. “He’s probably trying to cause some shenanigans on the server. If we check certain prominent places on the server, we’ll probably find him trying to lure me out somehow.”

  “I’ll check the rest of the shopping district, then,” said Joe. “He might still be here.”

  “I’ll have a look round the nether hub and the Upside Down,” Etho added. “You said he’s from a nether-like dimension so he might gravitate there. What about you, Wels?”

  “I’m going to Bdubs’s castle,” said Wels. “It’s the most medieval build on the server, so if he isn’t there now, he’ll end up there eventually.”

  “Okay, but be careful, Wels,” Etho said softly. “Don’t do anything reckless.”

  “I won’t.”

  With that, the group split up. 

  Wels flew straight over to Bdubs’s base. As he got closer, he couldn’t help marvelling at the sheer size and grandeur of the cliff and the castle sitting atop it. It was one of the grandest bases on the servers, so Wels felt sure he would find his clone here.

  He landed atop the cliff and started looking around. As he explored further, he spotted the person he was looking for standing at the entrance to Bdubs’s castle. 

  “If you’re looking for your little friend Bdoubleo, he’s in the nether,” crowed Helsknight. “I watched him go through his portal.”

  Wels glared up at his doppelganger. “You know I’m not looking for Bdubs.”

  “Are you here to rap battle with me again, then?” Helsknight grinned. “I warn you: I’ve been practising.”

  Shaking his head, Wels drew his sword. “No, Hels. I’m going to do what I should have done in the first place.” 

  Helsknight sighed and drew his own sword. “So boring. Come on, then.”

  His doppelganger’s relaxed, indifferent manner sent a bolt of anger straight into Wels. Letting out a yell, he charged to attack.

  Their battle lasted at least ten minutes, though to Wels, it felt like hours. He poured all his energy into his swings, attacking his evil clone with all the rage and fear that had threatened to consume him since Helsknight had disappeared into the nether all those months ago. He was done letting his negative emotions control his life. 

  Finally, Wels managed to knock Helsknight’s sword out of his hand and kick him to the ground, aiming his own sword at his evil clone’s neck. 

  Helsknight simply grinned evilly up at him. “You gonna kill me, Welsy? I wouldn’t do it if I were you; we Hels Hermits only get stronger when we die. If you kill me, I’ll come back with a vengeance. We have a special lava fountain in Hels that can-.”

  “Oh, shut up,” snapped Wels suddenly. “I’m not going to kill you, but not because of any stupid threats you make. I don’t care what you have in Hels. I’m not going to kill you, because I’m merciful. But if you ever come back here again, I won’t be so forgiving. Do you understand?”

  Helsknight simply stared back at him. “You’ve got some great friends here, Welsy. Better hold onto them in case something… happens.”

  Wels narrowed his eyes. “You stay away from them. I swear to god, if you-.”

  He hadn’t realised that he had lowered his hand slightly until Helsknight moved, fast as lightning, and kicked the sword out of his hand. Before he could react, Helsknight jumped up and grabbed him by the throat. He took two steps forward and threw Wels over the edge of the cliff. 

  The fall seemed to take only a split second, but the cliff was tall enough that Wels’s left leg broke immediately upon impacting the ground. He lay still in shock, too numb to cry, despite the searing pain in his leg, which was folded painfully underneath his body. 

  Helsknight appeared above him and effortlessly picked him up off the ground, again by the throat. He grinned, his face less than a foot from Wels’s.

  “You know what else we have in Hels?” Helsknight taunted. “Fire. Lots of fire.”

  He lifted his free hand, which was now engulfed in burning hot flames. Wels weakly struggled in his grip, trying to lean as far away from his counterpart as possible, as Helsknight slowly moved the fire closer to his face, taunting him with the fact that he couldn’t escape it. 

  The flames started to burn his face. He held his breath, trying not to let his pain show, trying not to give Helsknight the satisfaction. 

  But finally, he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He let out a cry at the burning agony across the side of his face.

  Helsknight barked a laugh and retracted his hand, as if all he’d been after was a reaction from Wels. “Maybe you should stick with the rap battles next time.”

  With that, he dropped Wels on the ground and walked away.

  Wels lay where he fell, unable to move through the burning pain in his face and leg. His chest moved quickly up and down as he struggled for oxygen, still winded from the battle. 

  “Wels!” yelled a familiar voice from somewhere behind him. 

  Seconds later, Joe appeared on his right and Etho on his left, their worried faces peering down at him. 

  “Is he okay?” Joe gasped.

  “H-His face…!” Etho gently touched Wels’s burnt cheek. Wels could feel his friend’s cool fingers trembling. “Wels, can you hear me?”

  Wels couldn’t speak, couldn’t reassure his friends that he would be okay. His leg would heal. His face, he wasn’t sure yet. The only thing he knew wouldn’t heal was the crushing feeling of failure, of knowing that because of said failure, an evil clone of himself was still running around the server, potentially hurting people he cared about. The pain in his leg and face served as an agonising reminder that he wasn’t strong enough to stop his doppelganger. 

  How was he supposed to protect other people when he couldn’t even protect himself?

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Wels looked at his hels counterpart standing before him, strong and unwilling to give in. Hels had ambushed him when wels was unprepared, as much as he used his skills however, hels pinned the injured knight onto the ground. He didn’t want to fight hels, he really didn’t. They were once the same man, but after a harsh battle wels was split into two separate entities. What hels didn’t understand was that they were once the same, as hels readied his killing blow wels threw a ender pearl and in the blink of an eye the knight disappeared. Hels clenched his teeth “Fight me you coward! You are a knight not a meek little critter right?!” He yelled out. Wels, with all his strength in his injured body, used his communicator and sent a private message to xisuma before slowly limping to a safer place. Wels needed to heal before he could talk to hel- himself again.

Welsknight: x hlp helz am bush m, njured an bledng. Goin to sawn eg

Xisuma: I’ll be there as fast as I can.

A Hermit and Helsmit are actually 2 parts of one person. They're soldiers currently in a war who removed their compassion and placed it into seperate vessels, hiding those vessels in an isolated server. This serves the dual purpose of removing any reservations they might have and keeping them alive- you can't kill a person if you don't kill ALL of them. Of course, the vessels don't know of this. Every once in a while the originals will visit to check on them, and ensure they're still ignorant.🍬

Candy anon. CANDY ANON. I had to physically set down my phone and just think about this before answering for a good minute, because oh my goodness this is such a unique take and I am absolutely in love with it. The implications...the idea that Hels is not a mirror dimension, but an entire complex and populated world with institutions and governments large enough to launch a full-fledged war lasting years...and the Hermits, made of little more than love and creativity and a surrogate brain that can fill in the rest, stored in a bubble of safety with just enough variation to keep them occupied and unknowing... I would watch this as a movie, for sure. At the very least I'll be thinking about it for the rest of the day!

- Mod Shade