Evil Inside of Me Chapter 8

Martyn was whistling the tune of "Screw the Nether" when Sips came up behind him and smacked him. 
"Shut up, choir boy!"
"Oi, don't tell me what to do, ash face!". Martyn hissed back, his green eyes glowing. 
Sips rolled his eyes, "Oh please, tree hugger. Anyways, Herobrine wants us both."
"So…..?" The Sapling King raised an eyebrow. 
"So, hurry your green butt up and lets go!" The spaceman replied, agitated. His non-possessed mind knew what would happen if they were late.
"Fuh-ineee" Martyn groaned, and followed Sips to where Herobrine was waiting. 
They arrived in the large, dark room where a throne of obsidian stood, the lord of the Nether seated upon it. The two bowed. 
"You called?" Sips inquired. 
"Yes, I did," The fierce voice of Herobrine echoed around the chamber. "I have a….mission….. for you both."
"We have decided who else we need to be on our side. One more, and that is it. "
"What!? Are we not good enough by ourselves?" Martyn spoke up. 
Herobrine grinned. Yes, you are not, he thought. You two are the weakest.  Only a tool, soon to be cast aside.  He wanted the heroes broken first, and then it was the scientist they wanted. HE was powerful. But Herobrine did not say so. 
"That is not it. More on our side, more power." This was directed at Sips. "We want you both to persuade the scientist to join our side. Using force if necessary. " Herobrine continued. 
"Ha, please, LALNA? Really? The mans mentally unstable, we coul-"
"That's the point." Herobrine cut in. "Insanity is powerful. Now go. If he does not go with you, capture him and bring him to me. "
Sips frowned, then nodded and headed out. Martyn stayed behind for a second. "Can we kill some people?" He piped up. 
Herobrine thought. "Not too many, now. Maybe one. Not too important either, make sure."
A grin etched its way onto the Sapling's face. "Oh don't worry…."
Martyn bowed again, and ran out after Sips.
Israphel came in a bit after the two had left. "He will not agree to come willingly." 
Herobrine responded simply. "I know."
Israphel nodded. "It is better for him to be possessed. Corrupted.  He cannot rebel and go back to his friend. The spaceman probably will, however."
"That i also know. First signs of wanting to leave, do it."
"Alright."
"Israphel, did you have any plans for the rest of the heroes?"
"I did actually. Capture some of the weaker ones that will not fight back, but have strong emotional ties to at least one other. Then kill them.  Easiest way to break them, one by one."
"Very smart. Any ones you had in mind?" 
Israphel smiled. "Yes, only a few. We already broke the orange spaceman and the blue man. I was thinking of killing the white bearded brother, the orange haired musician, and perhaps the owl lady?"
"No, she would be too much trouble. Fiercer than she looks. What about the man with the blue and gold coat?"
"Hmm, maybe. He seems weak. Just a builder, he is."
"Not everyone is who they seem, Israphel. Keep that in mind."
Israphel nodded. "Lord Herobrine….."
"Yes?"
"You know there are others? Farther friends and acquaintances of the heroes, yet they are still dangerous?"
"Aha, oh yes, do i know. Like the supposed 'MLG' archer, the squid and cow-haters, and the two robots?"
"Yes. Them. All of them. Some have their own groups, like the archer. Scary creatures, i heard they can be."
"Please. They are just as weak as everyone else. None of these others  will fight unless their homes are threatened."
"They soon will be. The sands are progressing across the land at a great pace. Last time i heard, it was heading towards a kingdom led by a singer clad in black and red."
"Do not worry. We will cross that bridge when we come to it. "
"Unless we destroy the bridge."
"Israphel, do not get ahead of yourself."
"Yes, Lord Herobrine."
"Now, leave me be. I have plans to make."
"Right away, Master." With that, Israphel walked out of the room, leaving Herobrine to chuckle to himself. 
"Soon….all will fall….."