9 Monologuing villain (EDITED)

"Alright, Herobrine, let's see how long you stand against the power of the great Set," Set exclaimed dramatically before he rushed at Herobrine with blinding speed, his hands glowing sickly green.

Herobrine, to his credit, teleported just behind, Set a glowing diamond sword in his hand as he did so, and slashed at his back, only for it to fail to do much damage.

"Herobrine, do you really think this petty trick would work? I am Set, the Serpent God; my scales can't be harmed with a measly rock," Set sneered as he punched Herobrine, only for the latter to simply disappear, leaving only purple mist.

Herobrine appeared further, Set growing irritated, "I didn't expect Gaia to take interest in a coward,"

For some reason it irritated Herobrine more than it should, "A coward, bitch let me show you when you anger the guy who can shatter Bedrock," he threw the sword.

And rushed at Set, who only smirked victoriously, 'Taunt always works now. Once he is in my range, I will...'

Herobrine leaped on Set to punch the elder god in the face, which no doubt would obliterate the latter's face from existence, but he was caught off-guard when Set transformed; his body grew larger, and a green snake larger than 10 meters appeared with six heads and Set wasted no time in coiling himself around Herobrine.

"Now I will show you what happens when you challenge the God of Serpents," as he started coiling himself around Herobrine, and the sounds of something cracking are heard.

Instead of panicking, Herobrine with a deadpan expression, 'It feels like a massage,' as his bones are cracked (not breaking type), and he would liked to be massaged more, but when he felt that Set was absorbing his essence, he grew serious as he started resisting.

"Fool do you think you can break free? Even Tiwaz would struggle against my coi—" Set sneered—

"AAAARGH!" And screamed like a bitch when he felt Herobrine's fingers dig in his scales.

"Honestly, I should have done this at first, but then I wouldn't have gotten this massage," Herobrine said as he freed himself from the coil.

Then he punched one of the Set's heads out of existence and ripped another from his body.

It all happened in mere moments.

Herobrine vs. Set: The Comedy of a Fleeing God

The battlefield was silent, except for the agonized screams of the so-called Serpent God.

Herobrine stood tall, his glowing white eyes reflecting the pitiful state of his opponent. All but two of Set's once-mighty heads now lay torn apart, twitching uselessly on the ground.

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen." Herobrine's voice dripped with mockery as he shook his head. "The Great Set! The SERPENT GOD!"

But then—he suddenly paused.

'Wait a second… am I becoming a sadist?'

For a brief moment, he genuinely questioned his life choices.

Set, sensing the hesitation, seized the opportunity. His remaining two heads lifted, eyes gleaming with dangerous cunning.

"Herobrine, if you kill me today, I will only return stronger than before," he warned, his tone laced with desperation disguised as arrogance. "Gaia should have told you—Elder Gods can only be slain by a God-killer!"

Silence.

Herobrine slowly facepalmed, then, he removed his hand, looking at Set with a grateful expression.

"Thanks for reminding me, Set."

Set blinked.

"Fenrir, come forward and have your meal."

A massive shadow loomed over the battlefield as a gigantic wolf materialized.

Set shuddered; this… this was different, and this was definitely not something he could handle.

This was death.

The god-eating wolf licked his lips, drool dripping as he beheld the half-dead Elder God like a juicy snack.

And yet—

Herobrine… deadpanned.

Because Fenrir had a ribbon tied neatly on his head, looking like a damn Disney princess.

Herobrine blinked once. Then twice.

'Seriously, Gaia? I left him with you for a MOMENT, and you turned him into a literal Disney princess? Fenrir, blissfully unaware of his fashion crime, simply let out a deep, hungry growl.

Set lost all color; this wasn't happening; this couldn't be happening; his remaining head quivered, eyes darting for an escape.

Just as Fenrir tensed to pounce, jaws stretching wide to tear into Set—

BOOM!

One of Set's last heads exploded into mist, and then he vanished completely as he had never been there.

Herobrine stood frozen for a moment, his expression blank.

He slowly turned his glowing gaze to the empty spot where Set had been.

Then, his eye twitched.

"...WHAT?"

He snapped his fingers. The air rippled, showing the spatial barriers he had placed, were still intact.

"I SEALED THE SPACE. I LOCKED HIM DOWN. HOW THE HELL DID HE ESCAPE?!"

He stared at Fenrir, expecting an answer.

The giant wolf, still wearing the stupid pink ribbon, tilted his head innocently and let out a small, pitiful whimper.

Herobrine slowly exhaled, running a hand down his face.

"...This dude just pulled an Orochimaru."

~~~~~

In the shadows of the storm-ravaged battlefield, a figure watched silently. His presence was unlike any other, a suffocating aura that twisted the fabric of reality itself. Two massive, curling horns framed his sinister visage, and his crimson eyes gleamed with a malevolent intelligence. To the untrained, he would appear as a demon from the depths of hell, but to those who understood the cosmic order, he was far more ancient and far more dangerous.

This was Chthon, the Elder God of Chaos, the first wielder of dark magic on Earth.

As he observed the aftermath of Set's defeat, his lips curled into a faint smirk. "How far the mighty have fallen, Set," he mused, "To think that you, an Elder God, were brought low by an unknown entity. I expected more of a fight. Disappointing... though not entirely surprising."

Chthon's thoughts to Herobrine and the energy he had wielded, "That energy," Chthon muttered, stepping closer to the ruins. The faint glow of reality-altering energy surrounded him as he scanned the battlefield, picking up fragments of the Herobrine's destructive power.

"A composition unknown to this world," he murmured, analyzing the residue. "Is it mana? Chi or Force?" His eyes narrowed as he pieced together the nature of the energy. "Ah... an anomaly, much like its wielder. Fascinating."

Chthon's expression shifted from curiosity to wicked glee, a sinister laugh rumbling from his chest. "To wield such power... and to bear the divinity, Herobrine. Truly impressive. But you remain untested against the real forces of chaos. Gaia's nurturer may command the storm, but before true chaos, even the mightiest tempest is but a whisper."

The Elder God turned his attention to Set's essence, which still lingered faintly in the air. He reached out with a clawed hand, twisting the chaotic remnants into tendrils of dark magic that coiled around his fingers. "A pitiful state, Set. Did you truly think brute force alone would suffice?"

He chuckled darkly, his voice dripping with mockery. "Your failure serves as a reminder. Power without cunning is a blade without a hilt, useless and dangerous to its wielder."

Chthon's form began to blur, his presence growing more oppressive as he prepared to leave. "Gaia," he whispered, his tone both mocking and ominous. "It seems your chosen companion has some potential after all."

With that, Chthon's form dissolved into swirling tendrils of chaos magic, his laughter echoing across the ruined battlefield. He had much to prepare and a book to write, a grimoire that would one day bear his tales, a tome of unspeakable power that would shape the fate of gods and mortals alike.

For now, he would wait and watch, his ever-expanding schemes lurking in the shadows. Chaos was patient, after all.

~~~

Chthon is the great monologuing villain.

And the force he is talking about is not Star Wars but Odinforce type, btw.