Hey ya'll, it's Ender! I hope you're having a great day and I hope to make it even better with this new one-shot! NOTE: I do not own Minecraft, Mianite, any YouTubers mentioned, or basically anything else in this story except for the story.

WARNING: GORE ALERT!

I screamed, swinging my sword wildly through the air. Rage blinded my vision, tears of sorrow long gone. Jordan cowered under my blows, his already cut and bleeding arms lifted over his head. He was sobbing, the pain overwhelming him. His house burned around us from the fire I had set off when I first attacked the Overworld.

"You killed my father!" I roared, raising my sword to deal another harsh strike once again. "Prepare to die!"

"I didn't do it!" Jordan cried, ducking under the blade of my sword as I swung it down. "Please, Dec! This isn't you!"

"That is not my name!" I snarled, a with a quick twist of my sword, I plunged the diamond blade deep into Jordan's chest. He gasped, his eyes widening before they dimmed. He fell limp and I pulled my sword out, kicking his corpse out of contempt as I stalked past.

I swiftly made my way to his bedroom where I knew Aurey and Kilo were hiding. Orange flames slowly ate away at the wood under my feet but I could not feel the pain from the fire. Fire and lava hadn't bothered me since my father had died.

I kicked open the wooden door that led to Jordan's bedroom, striding inside. Revenge shalt be taken.

Aurey and Kilo were huddled in a corner, both crying. Kilo screamed when he saw me staring at them, his dark blue eyes wide with fear.

It had been five years since I had last seen Kilo. His dark red hair had grown out longer and shaggier, but his eyes - he had his father's eyes - had stayed the same deep blue.

Aurey wrapped her arms tighter around Kilo when she too saw me. I could imagine what a threatening sight I made.

My dark ginger hair was swept to one side by the hot wind of the fire. I had long ago shaved off my unruly beard and my face was stained with ash. My tattered clothes had been replaced with long, dark red robes and a crown of pure gold rested atop my head. My dark brown eyes no longer held a friendly sparkle - but rather, they were the dark cold depths of a man seeking revenge.

Revenge on what, exactly? Revenge on those who underestimated me. Revenge on those who treated me like I was useless. Revenge on those who didn't want me, didn't care if I lived or died.

And revenge on those who killed my father.

"Dianite!" I screamed, running through his maze of a palace. I shoved past the pigmen who were patrolling the perimeters, not caring as they stared at me in shock. There was something wrong, dreadfully wrong. Where was the feeling of power that always filled this place? Where was the sensation of an almighty god nearby?

I came to a large obsidian door, and grunting with effort, shoved it open. The air that hit me was stale and musty - not like it should be at all.

Then I noticed Dianite, sprawled out on the floor, thrashing around and clutching his throat. His eyes were closed and he was making horrible choking noises. I noticed the greenish tint on his face and I knew immediately what had happened.

Poison.

Someone had poisoned Dianite, god of the Nether - my father - and there was nothing I could do to help. I didn't know what kind of poison it was, or if I even knew the cure to reverse it. I could only watch helplessly as Dianite's struggles grew weaker.

Finally, Dianite stilled, chest rising and falling unsteadily. He gasped for breath and tears swam across my gaze. Tears of pity for the defeated god, tears of horror that someone would do such a thing, and tears of grief, for my father was dying.

I stumbled over to him, kneeling by his side. Dianite cracked open one clouded-over eye to look at me, shuddering from the poison that was racing through his veins.

"Declan," Dianite rasped, grabbing my shoulder. His hand felt clammy and weak, but he still held on. "With - with the power I hold as one of the three elder g - gods, I bestow upon you my str - strength, my power, and my l - life. Rule my kingdom well, my son."

I stared at Dianite in shock, trying to comprehend what just happened. I suppressed a scream as a jolt of electricity ran through me, resonating with pain.

Dianite's hand fell limp and it slipped to the floor. Dianite started to breathe heavily again, but it only lasted for a few seconds.

Silence filled the room as Dianite stopped breathing. I felt icy chains wrap around my heart and I stood, thoroughly shaken.

Then, I took a deep breath and suddenly everything felt clearer. I knew what I had to do now.

I had to avenge my father.

I ended Aurey and Kilo's lives quickly and mercilessly. I left the smoldering house, leaving their bodies still inside. I would send the pigmen to fetch them later.

I strode over to the judgement arena, the obsidian pillars jutting up into the air like claws. A small group of Wither Skeletons was waiting for me, their dark faces emotionless as always.

"My Lord," The tallest one spoke, stepping forwards. "We have slain all the mortals. But the wizards are giving us a bit of a - ah - problem."

"Show me," I demanded, my voice as cold as ice. The Wither Skeletons bowed and quickly walked off, leaving me to follow them.

It soon became clear exactly where the wizards were. The bright sparks of magic flying from the Forest of the Abyss were kind of a dead giveaway.

I descended the steps and saw four of the wizards standing back-to-back near one of the obsidian trees. I saw two bodies lying limp at their feet and quickly identified them as Twisted and the wizard Tom. They had been killed.

User's eyes were sharp with grief for his friend and he was shaking violently. Wag supported him, his silver eyes burning with a murderous rage. Matt and Phil stood side by side, shooting down any Nether mobs that came close using magical arrows shot from their wands.

But there was no two ways about it - they were badly outnumbered. I narrowed my eyes and stalked forwards while the wizards were distracted with fighting my armies. I didn't make a noise until I was standing right next to Wag.

"What do you think you're doing, wizard?" I growled, startling Wag. He whipped around, shooting a tendril of silver magic at me on instinct. I anticipated the attack and raised my hand, easily deflecting the magic.

Wag stared at me, eyes filled with shock and his wand still raised.

"You?" He choked, drawing the attention of the other wizards. "Why?"

"You killed my father," I said coldly. "Now come with me and your deaths will be painless."

"What? No!" Matt protested. "We didn't even know that Dianite was dead!"

"Lies," I hissed. "And you know it. Now come. With. Me."

"N - No," User stuttered, still trembling. "T - Twisted's dead be - because of you. I - I'd rather die th - than listen to you!"

"Very well," I whispered. "And may your defiance be an example to your friends." Before anyone could react, I had thrust my sword deep into User's stomach, not flinching as his blood splattered my hands.

User gasped, his eyes widening. He weakly tried to pull my sword out of his stomach but his hands were too shaky to grasp the hilt, which was now slick with his blood. He collapsed, coughing up more blood as the warm, scarlet liquid streamed from his wound. User's light brown eyes fogged over with pain and he spasmed once, twice, then fell still.

I leaned down and pulled out my sword, the blade shining with User's blood. I glared at the remaining wizards, who were staring at me in horror.

"Well?" I asked smoothly, my tone emotionless, "Anyone else care to object?"

I paced the front of Dianite's temple, anxiously awaiting for my scouts to report back. I had sent them to track down any trace of the being that had poisoned and killed my father. At least while I waited, I would have time to sort my thoughts out.

Dianite was dead. My father was dead and he had passed his power onto me. Already, I felt stronger and more powerful, as if something got in my way, I could squish them like a mere ant. Did gods always feel this way? I hoped not. I would hate to be one of those little 'ants' running around if they were in a bad mood.

But what was I anymore? Not like a mortal or a demigod; I knew that those days were well behind me now. But who should I define myself as? Was I still Dec, like when I was Mianite's priest? Was I Dianite now, since I held his power? Already, the mobs were calling me 'Dianite V2', but I wasn't sure that I liked that title.

"What should I call myself?" I whispered, staring at a young pigman child. The little pigman turned to look at me, his red eyes sparkling.

"Mecha Dianite!" He squeaked, waving his tiny gold sword. "That's an awesome name!"

I laughed, momentarily forgetting my troubles. Sure, Mecha Dianite would sound like an awesome name to that young pigman, but for me, it just didn't fit.

I considered what the mortals had first called me, before I explained to them that I was only a priest. They had called me 'Decanite' and had considered me a god. I first, I was amused, but I soon found it becoming annoying as they tried to pray to me. I had then made sure to stress the point that I was not a god and that my name was Dec.

But I was a god now. Was my name still Dec? I wasn't sure.

My musings were interrupted when I noticed my scouts of Wither Skeletons returning. One held something in its hand that I couldn't see clearly from this distance. As they drew closer though, I saw it was a strip of white fabric, seemingly torn from someone's clothes.

"We found this by the portal, caught on a spire of glowstone," The Wither Skeletons reported, holding up the fabric.
"It smells of something powerful and godly - we suspect it to be Mianite."

I felt rage blind my vision, but everything suddenly seemed crystal clear. Mianite. Betrayal. Poison.

I knew I couldn't kill a god - at least, not yet. But I knew I could destroy what Mianite loved most.

"Gather the armies," I ordered, my voice as hard as steel. "The time has come to take our revenge. We will attack the mortals at dawn."

I led the wizards, who were now bound tightly in ropes, over to the battle arena behind my old house. I forced them down into the obsidian pit, smacking them with the blade of my sword to hurry their slow progress.

Once in the arena, the wizards huddled together, gazing up at me fearfully. They had seen what I did to User, and they were clearly terrified of meeting the same fate.

"Wizards," I called out, voice loud. "You have made a wise decision. You shall not suffer and your deaths shall be painless."

Matt whimpered quietly and shuffled closer to Phil, who was trembling himself. Wag stared up at me, the defiance in his stance overwhelmed by the fear in his eyes.

"So who shall go first?" I sneered, glaring down at the now helpless wizards. "Perhaps you, Matt? I understand you have a fear of fire." I grinned and lifted my hand, summoning a fireball.

Matt stared at me in absolute terror, his bright yellow eyes glistening with tears. Phil glared back up at me, obviously furious with me for threatening his brother. I smirked at the two wizards before lobbing the fireball at them both.

Matt screamed and Phil pulled him out of the way before the fireball crashed into the ground where they had been standing seconds before. Matt was trembling badly and buried his face in Phil's shoulder, sobbing.

"Leave him alone!" Phil shouted, hugging his brother close to him. There was a tremor in his voice that he could not disguise as anger, and the flash of terror that shadowed his eyes let me know that I would have no problem with his resisting.

I jumped down into the pit myself, leaving blazes guarding the exit. I stalked over to Matt and Phil, who cowered against one of the columns as I drew closer.

"I promised it would be painless," I smiled cruelly. "And so it will be."

Phil shrank back but I grabbed his wrist, forcing him to stay still. I touched his forehead with my thumb and index finger, watching with satisfaction as the light in Phil's eyes dimmed and his breathing slowed to a stop.

"What did you do?" Matt shrieked, voice high-pitched with terror. I kicked Phil's body away and knelt next to Matt, noticing just how scared he was.

"I did what was necessary," I murmured. "I did this for my father."

I pressed my fingers to Matt's forehead as well, and before he could flinch away, he too was dead. I stood up, letting Matt's limp body slide to the ground.

It was just Wag now. Wag was the lone survivor of everyone in the Overworld who had been my friend. And he would be the last to die.

"Well, Wag," I sat down next to him with a muffled sigh. "It's just me and you now. How do you want to end this?"

Wag glared at me, not saying a word. I laughed, not at all frightened by him.

"How can you laugh?" Wag suddenly screamed, shutting me up. "You just killed everyone! All your friends, people you've known since you came to this world! And you just - killed them." Wag's voice suddenly grew quiet and he trembled. "I never knew you were a monster."

Quicker than a flash of lightning, I was holding Wag up by his throat, my eyes burning with a murderous rage. Wag gasped and tried to kick me, but I was stronger than him now and I tightened my hold, strangling the wizard.

"I am not a monster," I snarled, watching as Wag started to choke, his struggles growing weaker at a terrifyingly rapid rate. "And you will be sorry you ever called me that."

Wag fell limp and he wheezed, dying from the lack of air. I shook him tauntingly and his eyes began to close, his silvery orbs shrouded with the fog of pain.

I waited until Wag's breathing had slowed almost to a stop. Then, I threw him forcefully onto the ground, hearing several faint cracks as the impact shattered his bones.

Wag didn't move but I knew he was still alive, even if just barely. I beckoned for one of the blazes watching to come down into the arena. The mob obeyed, waiting silently for my orders.

"Finish him," I nudged Wag with my foot. "Then bring him and the others to Lava-fall Cliff. I will be waiting there."

I teleported out of the arena, listening with a cruel smile on my face as one final, pain-filled shriek rang in air behind me.

It was time. We were ready. I stared at my armies, which had massed into hundreds, maybe thousands, of Nether mobs.

"Soldiers!" I screamed. "Dianite was poisoned and killed by his own brother, Mianite! Are we going to stand for this?"

"No!"

"So how are we going to get our revenge? How are we going to make Mianite pay for his crimes?"

"Kill the mortals!"

"So who we gonna call?"

"Ghostbusters!" (A.N. I think I just killed the mood, but I had to do it! XD)

I smiled. These mobs had perfect answers for every question. They were ready to kill.

I remember when I first came to live in the Nether five years ago. Dianite expected me to kill and cause pain for power. Back then, it didn't feel right to inflict harm without a cause. But I had a cause now. It was time for revenge.

I led my armies to the Nether portal and stopped at the swirling purple gate. Once I went through, there would be no coming back. Everything would change.

So without any hesitation, I stepped into the gateway out of the Nether, ready to cause death.

I watched silently as Tucker's body was laid down in front of me. He was the last to be brought to the Lava-fall Cliff where he and all the others that had been slain would be cast into the ocean of magma far below.

I started walking, studying each of the bodies as I passed them.

Tucker had obviously been crushed, possibly by a falling wall. His limbs were a mangled mess and his eyes were wide open and glassy, staring blankly up.

Sonja had been killed by the fire, most likely from smoke inhalation. She was covered in soot and her mouth was open in an empty scream.

Felisa and Kitse, Tucker and Sonja's young daughters, were both a bloody mess, covered in cuts and practically torn to pieces. Kilo, who was lying right beside them, only sported a gash on his neck, as did Aurey. Jordan looked like Felisa and Kitse however, from where I had attacked him brutally.

Almost all of the wizards were mangled in some way. Twisted had numerous slices on his neck and a stab wound on Tom's chest was still oozing blood. Dried blood coated User almost completely, making him appear incredibly frail. Matt and Phil had suffered no major physical injuries, but their life force was completely drained. And Wag, of course was lying limp and broken.

My heart caught in my throat as I reached the end of the line. Because there lay Ryley and Linden, side by side even in death. Linden clearly hadn't gone out without a struggle, but Ryley's body was horrifying to look at.

I felt sick as I studied the stab wounds, gashes, and burns that covered Ryley. He had been slaughtered brutally, and must have gone through so much agony as my mobs attacked him. I swayed on my feet as I let a wave of grief wash over me in despair for my best friend.

My best friend.

My friend.

My friend!

I gasped, suddenly feeling weak. What had I done? All these people - they were all my friends!

And I had killed them.

They were dead and it was all my fault.

I felt a sob rise up and I didn't struggle to hold it back. I had done something so horrible that no person should ever have been able to do.

And now...

I...

I am King now.

Am I truly king now?

Is this land all mine?

Is this really truly how?

I... Am... King... now...

*shivers* This isn't right... I should not have been able to create something so horrible... what a gruesome way to celebrate Mianite Season 2 coming back.

(And everyone dead/Dec as king is staying canon. Also, maybe a part 2? Not sure yet, but I have an idea...)