I don't own Minecraft. Notch does, along with his partners, Mojang, and affiliate companies.

I'm back, for those of you that were waiting. I don't think there were that many people, but I don't mind. This return is not just for this story, but for all my stories, so expect an update in all or most of them.

Go on, if you will. Please read. Yes, you. Down there is where you can start.

Steve watched the black-haired beauty as she circled his chair. Elesa seemed to be trying to decide on what to do. And she had seemed so certain earlier...

Finally she turned to him. "Since you did mention my being nice by not threatening or hurting you, mind being nice back?" She flashed him a sweet smile.

Steve shook his head. "I am never converting to that 'religion.'"

She pouted. "Come on. There are many perks to our faith. For example, you have ultimate security."

"Yeah, secure in the fact of where you're going once you die."

Elesa huffed, but breathed. "Those monsters out there? Herobrine brings us safety from them."

Steve gaped. "You're... safe from the mobs?"

Elesa beamed. "Yup. They won't hurt us, since we're the same. We both are under the same god."

So you're both monsters, Steve thought. Instead, he said, "I see."

"And you can become much stronger and powerful, if you are truly devout."

"I find it easier and more fulfilling if I get stronger on my own."

She was starting to get mad, and he could tell. She sighed in frustration, and looked at Steve with pity. "Ah well. As Father Ver's apprentice, I failed in converting you. May Herobrine forgive me." She walked towards the door, and Steve narrowed his eyes.

"Where are you going?"

"To tell my teacher that I failed. All that is left for you and all others that refuse to convert is processing." She reached the door, and turned the knob. Before she left, Elesa had only one thing to tell him.

"You brought this upon yourself."

He was left silent and alone.

The door slammed open. Steve expected and almost hoped it was Elesa, but that went out the window as a robed man entered, holding a wooden staff.

"Father Ver. What a pleasant surprise."

The Father shook his head. "Steven, will you not simply submit?"

"Never."

"Then you leave me no choice. I will follow through on my promise, Steven."

"It's Steve, you crazy priest of the damned!"

"Insolent child!" Father Ver took his staff and hit Steve across the face. Blood stained the birch wood staff, and Steve sported a broken and bloody nose.

Steve glared as best he could with pain pulsing through his face and his brain rocking inside his skull. The priest sneered at him. "To the processing chambers with him!"

Steve shook his head. "To Nether with you and your people!"

He threw a punch at one of the guards, but froze before the hit connected. It was someone he knew, the town doctor. But something was wrong. His eyes were blank, almost empty. Before Steve could check closer, the doctor tackled him to the ground.

"No, come on, snap out of it!" Steve cried. The doctor punched him in the stomach to quiet him, before Father Ver interrupted.

"Steven, it's no use. The Lord has taken them into his bosom, and he will embrace you as well. Accept it."

"It's Steve!" The former reaper yelled as he was dragged off to the processing chambers.

Steve sighed as he sat once again in a chair, bound by rope. He was alone in another room, but with something new to occupy his mind.

He could see a redstone torch in front of him. It blinked on and off at a regular rhythm, and was almost soothing to him after all the blasphemy and madness he's suffered.

Overhead, someone's voice was heard. "Herobrine is the only god." He repeated this each time the redstone light was turned on, and ended when it switched off.

Steve was not amused.

"Ver, you old nut, if you can hear me, just know this will never work!" Steve shouted.

The door opened, and Father Ver walked in with his staff, as if on cue. He held Steve's chin, forcing him to look into his eyes.

Matching the overhead voice's perfectly, he droned, "Herobrine is the only god." Then he smiled wickedly.

Steve growled. "It won't work."

"It doesn't have to, dear reaper. You're not the only one we're trying to sway. Look around." He pushed a button on the wall, and glowstone light shined on what he had thought were mirrors. It had been too dark to make any details out, so Steve thought that the other similar figures were his reflections.

They had not been his reflections. People, like him, were tied and forced to listen to the same voice and watching the same type of torch blink endlessly. His eyes widened, as he saw how twisted this whole operation was.

"You're brainwashing them." He realized.

"No, I am converting them... and you." The priest smiled at Steve. "You have been so much trouble since I threw you out. Now, here, I can keep an eye on you, as the process unfolds. You really think it's a quick process? Nether no!"

Father Ver tapped the base of the redstone torch. "This will break you, eventually. It doesn't matter how long. Herobrine waits however long it takes to turn someone to his side."

Steve struggled against the bonds, but nothing worked. Father Ver took notice. "Foolish boy. You will join the Cult of the Nether, willingly. And this will break and mold your will, do not worry."

"Go to the Nether."

"Insolence. Well, your mind isn't the only thing that can be broken." He swung his staff as hard as he could into Steve's torso, breaking a rib and winding Steve. He coughed up some blood, and bowed his head.

Father Ver shook his head. "Well, now, you need a bit of help. I will return soon."

Steve looked up, blood still staining his lips. Father Ver walked out, and as the door slowly shut, Steve prayed. It was the only thing he could do at this point.

So there you go. Steve is in a rather compromising position, and is having his will broken by a light. You'd be surprised what forms of torture and such are. I don't know if this one is real or not, but I can't quite recall what reminded me of this form of hypnosis and such.

Ah well. Anyways, I'm happy to be back, even if this is one of my less popular fics. I'll be updating this sometime. Until then, I'd be very happy to chat with you or read your review, if you post one. I'm always up for a chat.