Prologue
The god swept down the corridor, his demonic brother following.
"Notch! Don't you dare ignore me on the regards of the death of villages!" The brother growled.
"Silence Herobrine! I've had enough of your voice tonight! Go! Run to your little fortress. Just get out of my sight!" Notch turned towards Herobrine, his normal brown eyes now threatening to glow red.
Herobrine opened his mouth as if to say something but shut it.
"This is your problem Notch! You're so stuck-up! Well you know what! I'm going to ruin you perfect world, with a new monster." With that, Herobrine turned and stormed out of the Aether towards the sky.
The world around him changed into a hellish confinement for most of Herobrine's creations.
Herobrine broke into a walk, pacing up to his netherbrick castle.
A zombie pigman greeted him.
"Sir, can I get you anything?" He asked.
"No, I wish to be left to my studies," Herobrine said. He walked to a staircase that went down into a hypnotizing spiral. He walked down, and down, and down.
Finally, he reached an alchemist room.
"Yes Notch...death shall strike through the hearts of your perfect world. And it shall be brought by your favorite subject." Herobrine grinned at the thought. He got to work, grabbing a worn book from the shelf. He flipped through the pages. Anatomy, potions, morbid odds and ends.
"Ah, yes, this shall be interesting, my first time ever seeing such a fine creature," Herobrine's growl was rather fascinated.
The Thirst Of Undead
Nether warts
Zombie flesh
The blood of a god
Magma scream
Liquid nightshade
Sugar
The demon began to grab and stir ingredients.
"Death to you Notch, may you burn in your own fire."