3 years later
In the Overworld

"It was just another attack from that Demon from the Nether. He destroyed everything without any guilt or fear." Villager at the end of bar table said drinking his mundane potion. The sweet taste filled his mouth as it calmed his anger that built in his heart
" And how do you know it was him?" The nitwit behind a table said with a raspy voice. Kindly annoyed the man said " There was nothing, except ashes of wood planks and carpets. Corpses that were burned adorned every part of the great King hall. What else do I need to tell you to believe-" He was interrupted by another man walking into the small village bar. He was well built and muscular. He had a diamond pickaxe that he carried on his left shoulder. As he walked he drew every glance on himself. SO he finally sat on a small empty chair near the crazy villager, wich was surprised and his eyes grew. His voice was rasping, like an old man, even though his face was young.
" I heard what you said and I completely believe you." He stopped only to let a small growl, before continuing " I, personally, had some encounters with him. I tried killing him, but only I was deadly beaten to the ground. He suddenly gave up on killing me and he decided to kill my whole village." He said with rage. The bartender looked at his in shock, before asking for his name wich he replied was Steve the miner.
The men talked about the shrine of Notch, that carried much power. Steve simply smiled and hardly decided that he should find both Notch's shrine and Herobrine and wipe him out of existence. They met the miner a bit better and offered him a job as a protector, that he accepted willingly. The rules were simple here, you work and provide and you live in a village where ever you want.
Steve had to admit that village looked really poor. Doors hung lowly and weakly on the frames, there was little farmland that didn't provide much food for everyone and there were skinny children that looked hungry and tired. Their clothes were big for them. So he decided he should be here with them and give those children the life they deserve.
He slowly met everyone in the village, from the eldest to the youngest and swore protection to them as the same time the materials for their homes and intergridiants for the potions.

In the Nether

She was sleeping soundlessly on her "father's" shoulder as he held her in the warm embrace. She now is weak, but with a lot of effort put into her, his rule would be granted. No one would stand in their way, for they would be unstoppable. They could even conquer two places at once. Her days in the Nether are very tiring and boring. The little girl is 3 years old and is higher and stronger from most human children. Her life is more based on the small training her father put up to her every day. She improved her speed and strength, her archery improved, but yet it still had missed targets and a lot of hard work to do. The white-eyed man is very proud of his future warrior he's making. A good progress indeed. It brought a small smile of happiness he hadn't have in a long time of his hated life in this existence.
The girl moves slowly making all attention of the white-eyed man to her. She was moving slowly turning to the sides of his muscular chest, only ending under his armpit, where she completely stilled and didn't make any sound. He turned to a side to sleep alongside her. He closed his eyes as warm breaths touched his skin through the fabric of his own clothes. He grew fond of her and a bit over protective whenever a monster was near her. He even made a new rule for them, because of her.

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When he woke up, he found an empty bed. When she learned to walk it became trouble for him. Soon he sensed her from the below. She was in lower parts of his mansion. So he quickly teleported down to her and saw her wielding a sword made of diamonds. He smiled and walked to her.
" What are you doing?" He asked with a bit of laughter in his voice. She quietly replied " Training." He chuckled and pulled his own sword out of the wooden chest in the corner.
" I think you're not ready to wield the sword, but I might show you some tricks and steps." She followed her "father" with her eyes. He was kicking an invisible opponent, as she observed his every move. He was fast.
" I don't understand?" She said quietly, he just chuckled. What he once called weakness now brought him so much fun and joy, so he quietly replied " Because you are not supposed to understand. At least not yet." She just smiled as he pulled another weapon for the 3th training this day.

A/N: Sorry guys I had no inspiration for this story. Hope you'll enjoy and leave a review.