The man kept walking up the hill until he reached the house. It was a house of blue and grey bricks with icicles hanging down from the snow-covered roof. The door was made of simple iron, with a pale wooden doorknob. The man knocked on the door. After a few seconds the doorknob turned slowly to reveal an old man, with white hair. "Ah,
`tis good to see you, Abbadon." the old man said. "Good to see you too" Abbadon grunted. "so, what've you come for, Abbadon?" "I want to become strong like you once were" Abbadon replied. "Ah.. strong.. yes I have that" The old man pulled out an eye of some sort. "You need this. It's an Ender Eye." Abbadon grabbed the ender eye. "To use it you must simply pull out your own eye and replace it with that one."Said the old man. "Power is what you want and power is what you'll get." Abbadon sighed. He grabbed pliers from the coffee table before him and ripped out his left eye. Abbadon screamed. The old man smiled. Abbadon quickly shoved in the ender eye and fell to the floor thrashing in pain. "That is the last step to becoming powerful" the old man said. Abbadon ran into the bathroom and locked the door. About 5 minutes later, the door blew off it's hinges. "OLD MAN!" Abbadon screamed in a deep voice. His hair had turned gray and his skin had turned red. Abbadon ran over and grabbed the old man by the head. He slammed him against the wall making a crater. Abbadon felt blood in his hands. "Old man, why have you done this to me!" Abbadon shouted. "You said you wanted to be powerful." He said in a weak voice. "Not like this!" Abbadon yelled. Abbadon grabbed the old man and threw him against the iron door at the front of the house. The old man didn't stop until he hit the rocks at the edge of the mountain. Abbadon was doomed forever.

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