A/N: What's this? I'm back? A new story? YESSSSSSSSS! I'm really looking forward to this one. I've got lots of ideas n' stuff. Yayayayayaya
Prologue
Part 1
Jean
Notch; the name despised by many. I was one of those many. Why do I hate the creator of the world I lived in? Let me tell you why, from the beginning to the End.
In the beginning, there was Markus Persson, who one day decided to carelessly create a stinking video game, thinking not of the entities he would add. He made Steve first, a character the player would control. He then added creatures such as Zombies and Skeletons, peaceful entities that would roam about, not caring about the player at all.
but he didn't know that these entities had minds of them own. They would spawn and despawn from existence, over and over again, living a terrible, dreadful life. These seemingly innocent creatures wanted to get back at Notch by attacking the player, Steve.
Notch couldn't do anything about it, so he added more "monsters" such as the exploding Creeper, which was an incident waiting to happen. Then he created giant spiders, the tall lanky Endermen, along with others.
Then he created me.
He gave me a kingdom, my own abode, and created my own servants. First I thought he wanted to care for our kind, the "monsters", and try to show that he wanted to make peace with us. I was very, very wrong.
I was created as a target, a goal for Overworldians. Something to aim towards. Something to kill. Someone to kill.
The Overworldians began killing my servants that would travel to the Overworld, and used their hearts to enter my world and try to challenge me. I had always managed to defend my world from those primitive creatures, but alas it didn't last long. Something happened, a glitch, that even Notch didn't plan for.
The unbreakable Bedrock, the block keeping my dimension from theirs, rendered incorrectly. The unbreakable block, broke.