The Demonic Tales of Minecraftia!

by FlOaTiNgHeAdZ

One day, xX666IanLord666Xx was in a near death experience, and a voice whispers in his ear, and then, he becomes a demon! This is the tale of how the worlds of Minecraftia fell out of balance. Big thanks to Cube Kid and Captainsparklez for inspiring me to write this fic. Also big thank you to the creator of the Requiem Mod, RedstonePF for giving me the idea of this wild fic.

1. Chapter One: The Beginning

Long ago, there were three worlds. Three wondrous worlds with their own unique blocks. The nether, with it's fiery lava, The overworld, with lush grass, clean water, and civilization! And finally, The End. Which is like a boring desert that has patches of old houses. These worlds were balanced. But soon, the worlds fell out of balance. This is that story. The story of Minecraftia!

Our hero's name is xX666IanLord666Xx. A name he chose when he was little. He was one of thousands of survivors in his native world. He farmed wheat and carrots for the cows and pigs he would eventually have to eat. He mined in dangerous caves that had a ton of ores in them. There was lava in these caves, and monsters too! These ores can be used to craft different pieces of armor and weaponry. That's why the people of this land mined.

Now let's focus on what happened to IanLord. He was mining away in the caves, searching for the rarest ore, diamonds. They're so rare that it is even rumored it doesn't exist. "JEB BERGENSTEN! I almost fell into that pit of lava! This is why I shouldn't dig straight down!" he said as he fell onto a block near lava while digging straight down, taking fall damage, with only 3 hearts remaining. There it was! A shining diamond! "OH MY NOTCH, OH MY NOTCH, OH MY NOTCH! IT'S THERE! THE DIAMOND, IT'S THE-" he was cut off at the sound of an arrow firing. A skeleton archer had been attracted by the noise our hero was making. But suddenly, a voice appeared, and time froze.

"xX666IanLord666Xx… you are in a near-death situation…" the voice said. "Who in the name of Notch are you?" IanLord asked the voice. "That is irrelevant. Right now, I'm giving you a decision. You can either live a life of normalcy, and you will make it out of this situation alive." The Voice said. "What's the other option?" IanLord inquired, curiously. "The other option is that you can become a demon. This means that whenever you die, your soul will spill out of your body and you will have to find an undead host mob. Which option?" The Voice asked. "What the- how am I- what- just what-" IanLord is confused. "Which one?" The Voice asked, getting irritated. "I mean, my life is boring… I SAY BECOME A DEMON!"

IanLord said with passion. And just like that, time unfroze and the arrow hit his head. Demolishing his last three hearts. His soul spilled from his body and he was cold, like losing your house and being thrown in a snowstorm. "I feel so empty…" he thought to himself, unable to speak.