A/N: Yeah, I suck at updating. Anyway, Minecraft is not mine. Craft. Also, I'm sorry I haven't updated since forever. Most inspiring review goes to: anonymous reviewer Latimaa. Thanks—I'd almost forgotten about this story.
He was a creature of the night. Not a man, though some (an innocent few to be sure) believed him to be. But nor was he a beast, a mindless being that craved destruction. There was no word—or, at least, not in Minecraftian—that could describe what he was. But he was always there. Watching.
And so now he watched her. An insolent woman, and not having any particular strength of body. Perhaps of mind?
She carried the sword, wrapped in cloth, as if it would burn her. In fact, it would. His face almost moved into a smile.
But then the cloth slipped, and the gleaming diamond was brought into the light of day, and he wanted that sword he wanted it so much...
Evidently, the girl thought the same thing, and her small, pale hand almost touched it-
Her friend, dressed in an apron, gently folded the cloth over the sword. He hissed. Damn that girl. May the Nether take her.
Then he really did smile, his face twisted into a sort of grimace. May the Nether take her.
Well, that was the plan.
Marlina was not having a good day.
How in all the fiery pits of the Nether had they run out of meat at the butcher's?! Oh, what, the butcher had been mortally wounded and needed time to recover?
The candlestick maker, who was filling in for the butcher, pushed her in the direction of the door.
"Hrrnnmmm." He grumbled.
Marlina stomped her foot on the ground. "Yeah?! Well you can kiss my a—"
The door slammed shut.
Across the street, the baker gave a disapproving "Hmmmrnn."
"WELL AT LEAST I CAN FORM COHERENT SENTENCES YOU SON OF A—"
The priest gave an exaggerated cough from further down the street.
Grumbling, Marlina walked out of the village.