Review? Pretty please? 'Cause I like this story and I spent ages on this chapter. And Nether is kinda cool even though she hates everyone. PLEEEAAASSE?

Also please suggest a scenario or an OC or something because I need more ideas, I've got enough for another few chapters but after that I have no idea.

Nether surveyed her domain with eyes like burning coals.

A smile tugged at her lips and she almost laughed out loud. How could any human ever think they could raid this? They must have been ridiculously stupid to have the mere thought go anywhere near their puny minds.

Her expression darkened. To be sure, a handful had been able to do it and even get back to the Overworld, alive. She and Sun had had many heated discussions on the topic. But those people were few. Whenever that happened, though, how enraging it was! And she could never punish those involved, either, because her servants that allowed it to happen were always dead. And she could never punish the slimy human either, because she was Nether. Her power was infinite but also restricted. She could not reach across the binds of dimensions. She scowled, and every Blaze within a hundred blocks moved away. When the mistress got angry, bad things happened.

But then Nether's mood lightened. Occasionally, the Fortress the humans tried to raid was the one she was in.

How amusing it was! When the human saw Nether approaching, eyes burning, lips twisted into a scowl, hair seemingly alight, and with a clawed finger on the hilt of her sword…

Most leaped into a lava ocean, some on purpose, suicidal in their fright, and some accidentally, light-headed and dizzy with terror. Some tried to fight her, only to be felled within three seconds. A few were stupid enough to believe that they could actually leave. If they made it out of the Fortress (extremely rare; only three ever had) they would either lose their way on the way back to the portal, or find that the portal rejected them. Whatever happened, the idiot humans died if they got so much as a glance at Nether. Then Nether's attendants would pick their corpse for anything remotely precious. When they had all they wanted, the humans would be left to burn at the bottom of the lava oceans and their possesions went to fill the Fortress chests.

Sun was always furious, but he was helpless in the matter. They went to Nether's dimension in search of fame, riches and danger, and if they got nothing but danger it was their own imbecilic fault.

Dragon never had any opinion. He just sat and observed. Nether found it unnerving. So she hated Dragon almost as much as she hated Sun.

Nether was roused from her thoughts as something butted her legs. She looked down to see a baby Pigman.

Instead of bowing to her with its stubby arms stretched in front and its head on the ground, as an adult would have done, it gazed witlessly up at her with doltish black eyes like beads and ran away.

Nether reached into her quiver-bag and grasped at a poison dart before she stopped. It was extremely rare that her creatures bred. A baby Pigman could be useful. It could still carry a sword, it could run fast and foolish humans might mistake its smallness for weakness. She let the dart drop back into the bag.

Then she started to walk, briskly. She was doing a check of this Fortress.

As she passed them, her creatures bowed before her. She went over the whole Fortress. Blazes watched. Skeletons, Pigmen watched. Nether glanced briefly over them all, her fire-like eyes hungrily sucking in far more information than most people learn in a year. She had questions, but not to ask them- loyal servants they were, for only the best of the best were allowed to guard a Fortress, but Nether made a point of talking only to the absolute pick of the litter. Cream of the crop. Crème de la crème. Whatever you wanted to call it, she knew what she was looking for.

Finally, she saw one. A Wither Skeleton. A creature so loyal it had remained in her service long enough for its hardy bones to wither and rot, hence the name. a creature so skilled in close-hand combat that it always carried a sword, not a bow. She would trust these creatures with her life- though she never had to, and never would have to.

Wither Skeletons were so high in ranking that they did not have to bow, but could merely salute. However, with a flick of Nether's wrist they could be a puff of smoke, and they well knew it; so they still guarded her with their lives.

Nether spoke to it quietly, in its own tongue.

"Toukoe vesnga?" Nether asked. It translated into, "Any news?"

The Wither Skeleton replied in a somewhat rough, grunting voice. "Bawwhan oorinde bin. Khonye Urtlamago oorinde iiaa taea ais iiaa pana joi bin jeevika. Nidi ma iiaa makuja-"

This roughly can be deciphered as, "A portal in the Overworld is being built. Spawn-Eggs have been discovered in Overworld and they learn how to use them. And one more piece of information-"

A high, whining noise sounded from the air. Nether looked up and stared.

A white, blobbish shape moved in a circular shape just above her head. It whined again. Long, white tentacles waved uselessly in the air. It circled down and floated sluggishly around the Fortress.

"WHAT?" Nether cried, using Overworld speech in her shock. Then she calmed herself down a little and turned to the Wither Skeleton. "Ka?" she demanded.

"Ka li wu sune." It said uncomfortably. "Yiw sune weti o…"

"That's what I was about to say. Some have mentioned sightings of…"

The rest of the sentence didn't matter. Because Nether knew what had been sighted.

Ghasts.

Around the Fortresses.