APRIL 29, 2014 A/N: Okay, so what I've decided is that with most my Minecraft stories, since a variety of MC FanFics do with respawning or permanent death or mini-games, whatever blah, I'll put tags at the top so you get an idea how this story's universe works. Like the following in bold:

Respawning: only in mini-games/ Enchantments: color varies per enchant/ Death: become ghost, go to Nether, Aether, Void (Limbo), or Overworld. In-Between possible (will be explained later)

Enjoy!

Part I: They Came With Light

They came with light.

Them. The people.

They appeared one day, wandering through the woods at darkness, holding torches in their hands, illuminating their square, tiny eyes and long noses and bald heads, most of them. Draped in brown cloaks that hung to their gray-booted feet. They wandered like lost sheep, unsure what to do but hold those torches.

My mobs chased them off. Killed most of them off. But my mobs are scared of that light. It was the same kind of light that came with the bright block in the sky. The one that spread the world with light. The one that burned their friends and made the others unsure what to do.

This light, was dangerous, in their eyes. Once I sicced the mobs on them, they ran. It was nearly morning when they finally were put into real action. Less than half of these people ran, but the rest were slaughtered. The morning had come so the mobs couldn't do anymore.

It turns out Notch had put them there. He wanted more than me and animals and monsters running among Minecraftia. He wants more.

Humans.

But what he did not think was the first humans' safety in this world. He had given them torches to carry to protect them from the mobs and darkness. But these first people hardly had any smarts.

I thought it was over. But Notch sent a second attempt for his humans.

Ones today are called Minecraftians.

They were more like guarding humans. Teaching humans. They had no noses, bigger eyes, brown hair, shaped like me.

They appeared in a family. A man, a woman, two boys and two girls. They had swords and bows and smarts. They taught the NPCs, what they called the first humans, everything Notch had told them. They build houses the NPCs live in now. Wells for water. Doors. Mines. Farms. Livestock. At night, when the mobs came to attack, the second humans killed them all.

I was more enraged by their appearance. Especially the man. Brown hair, teal shirt, purple pants.

Shaped exactly like me. Looks exactly like me. Except his eyes.

Brown.

Mine is glowing white.

Notch, at first, made me to make me the guardian of Minecraftia. The first thing in the beautiful land.

Mistakes.

Notch is not perfect. He made hostile mobs by accident instead of animals. They hatred they faced towards me, trying to kill me. I mysteriously fought them off with my bare hands and powers.

Notch called me a mistake. I was not suppose to exist. Not with what I had. The mobs weren't suppose to exist, either. He forced me and the mobs into caves.

I knew my powers. I resisted. I fought back. Notch could not get rid of me. We made a deal that I would not hurt any of his creations.

I listened, obeyed. At first. I became enraged by what Notch had done to me. So I trained all the mobs to obey me. I destroyed a large section of Minecraftia.

Me and Notch had a second agreement. He made a dimension where I can cause all the havoc I wanted. The Nether.

I was restless. I did not obey. I wanted more than the red world below bedrock. I still destroyed the Overworld.

The third agreement between me and Notch was that I could only cause havoc at night. In the morning, I must flee. I didn't obey until my mobs became scared of light and some began to burn.

When I saw those first humans. Those "perfect" in Notch's eyes, I proved him wrong enough.

When the second humans came. I was enraged. Notch had replaced me. It seemed he favored the man the most. He was strongest and smartest.

I vowed to kill him.

At evening, I walked alone to the village, empty handed. The man was there talking with some NPCs. At the sight of me, he turned and said in a deep voice, "Hello?"

He was surprised and curious. Notch had not told him about me.

"Hello," I said. I glowered into his brown eyes.

The man took a step back. "You must be new. I'm Steve." The man held out a hand.

I stuffed my fists into my pockets. "I don't shake hands."

Steve got worried. "Your name?" Steve's hands clenched the sword of diamonds on his belt, ready for action if necessary.

"Herobrine."

"Not a happy one, I think?"

"Never will I be happy again until I find you dead!"

I lunged at him, but Steve was quick and swung his sword. I ducked and snatched the sword, swinging it back at him. Steve, defenseless, ran. The NPCs scattered and screamed in fear. My breath becoming enraged like a blaze's, I set fire to one of their wooden buildings by looking at it. Laughing like ghast, I ran away. My hand still holding the diamond sword.

And Notch was not to happy after the incident. He tried to burn the sword, but Notch is not perfect. He made the mistake of giving the sword the ability of burning whatever it touches.

"Fire Aspect," I said the next day after testing it on some of the weakest mobs in my army.

I went back to the village to find not one but four buildings burned the ashes. The ground was damp, so it must've rained. Some NPCs were crying or huddling together. The ones that lost their homes. Or loved ones.

I stayed up in a tree, spying. Thats when I heard the woman Minecraftian talking to some kids, Minecraftian and NPC.

"Steve and some men left on a mining trip," the woman said "They'll be gone for a few days, at least. He said to keep an eye out for Herobrine."

"Who's Herobrine?" asked one of the NPC kids.

"He attacked your father and tried to burn down the village. Strangely looks just likes Steve except he has no pupils."

"Shouldn't Steve be here to protect us?"

"We're here and we had some trained. We'll be okay."

Not really, woman, I thought.

That night, I ran a siege on the village with my army of mobs. I destroyed their crops and most of the homes. That was after we took most of their supplies and poisoned their water. Some humans fought back, but they were easily overpowered by the great amount of mobs. The woman and one of the Minecraftian boy and girl were killed along with most of the NPCs. We had the evacuate at daybreak.

It was pleasant. Using my powers, new weapon, and superior strength, I nearly wiped out the population of humans off the face of Minecraftia. Those left alive were no way going to survive without supplies or food. I told some scouts to find the place where Steve and his few were mining and to block it off with bedrock. They would more likely starve or die down underground.

And Notch was not happy.

He lashed out. I was trapped in a cave system with most of the hostile creatures. They began to die off in huge numbers. Most brainwashed to kill me. The remaining few of us ran into a Nether portal. Once I realized I was retreating, I turned back, only to see the outside close forever.

Notch stood on the other side saying, "Demon."

Though I was in the Nether for a while, I did not stop there. The mobs began to repopulate, new ones were created, all in the Nether. I became more powerful and stronger than Steve ever could be.

Immortal. Powerful. Demon.

I liked that title.

I wasn't able to get out until one day I noticed a strange figure in the distance. It stood on top of a hill in the red fog. I could hardly make out the shape but I knew what it was.

Minecraftian. Human Minecraftian.

No, it was not possible. I had finished off their race, pure existence.

But I figured Notch could make more.

That old anger came back to me. My hand to my diamond sword, I walked slowly to the figure. It was a man, no teenager, about 16 or 17. His blue eyes glistened with fear as I walked forward. He had strange green skin and wild black hair. He had on a red backpack. In his hands were an iron pickaxe and diamond sword.

"Hello," I said.

The teenager stepped back. I realized he was on an overhang that if stepped off it, would plummet into unforgiving lava.

"What gives you reason to trespass on my territory?" I growled.

"Terr…terr…territory?"

"How did you get here?"

The teenager took another step back. One more block.

"How did you arrive here?" I shouted "Tell me now, boy!"

He was shaking. He pointed upwards to a hole in the upper layer of Netherrack. "Por…por…portal. Up…there."

He took a full block step and fell. Laughing, I watched him sink into lava to death, flesh melted off bones and turned to ash and red hot liquid.

I flew up to the whole, went through a path of torches, and found 10 blocks of obsidian fashioned into a square.

It was lit. It was purple. It was open.

Escape now possible.

The Devil of Minecraftia would be kept here no longer.

As if on cue, a pigman passed. I yelled, "Get most of the mobs now! We're getting out!"

The Overworld was no longer safe.

Those originally from the Nether would stay to protect it from others. The rest would follow me to the outside.

And we were out.

Causing terror again on the Minecraftians and NPCs and any other life residing in the Overworld.

And Notch had given up but still doing his best to protect this place.

Through all the havoc and destruction, whenever there is darkness in the woods, I remember the one thing that really began it all.

The NPCs with their torches. Walking aimlessly through the woods. Casting their light.

They came with light.

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