I don't own Minecraft or 1000 Ways to Die. That goes to (Notch, Mojang, and affiliate companies) and (Spike TV), respectively.
A new magician by the name of Trixie was in the area, taunting all who didn't believe her claims that she was the best magician in all the land.
"Do anything, and the amazing and magnificent Trixie can easily do it better!" She cried out to the town crowd. She stood on the plank theater stage, having taken full advantage of the intermission to snatch the spotlight away from the talented actors and actresses.
An actress and expert opera singer scoffed. "It took years of vocal training to sing this well. Good luck." She let out a long vocalization, the pitch slowly rising and falling but the volume always climbing. Her crescendo shook the redstone lamps hanging overhead by rope, and the crowd cheered, throwing admiration and roses upon the wonderful singer.
"Top that," the opera singer sad with a smirk.
"Don't need to. I'll let you do it yourself, with a bit of help, of course." Trixie focused purple energy into her palm into a mist and let it swim in the air. She wound it around the singer, then enveloped her with it. The crowd gasped and held its breath, waiting and watching the most realistic and suspenseful play this theater had ever shown.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the singer was released by the blanket of magic and fell gasping on the floor. "Notch..." she coughed, "what did you do to me?"
"Nothing permanent. Once this show is over, you'll feel fine. But for now, lelt's just say... you'll be feeling a bit empty inside." Trixie then reconfigured the mist into the singer's shape, and slowly a mirror image of the singer came out of the mist, exactly like the original but darker, greyer.
The image then sang, a beautiful sound but with a hint of sadness, of darkness within. At the crescendo, Trixie amplified the final note, shattering the lights over the crowd. Only the light emanating from the glowstone surrounded by purified glass on stage still shone, and they dimmed as Trixie cast a dark mist over them, dimming them for added effect.
The crowd, despite its feelings towards the magician, cheered and whooped and threw bouquets of roses that passed through the image, who bowed before poofing into mist once more. Trixie allowed the mist to enter her body through her hand. She concentrated the magic into a beam, and fired it at the singer.
The actress stood and admitted defeat.
"Ha!" cheered Trixie. "The amazing and magnificent Trixie bests the best again!"
She exited with the crowd both cheering and clapping while booing and throwing rubbish. She smiled to herself, her ego going higher.
"So you think you can best the best," a deep voice pondered nearby, "yet you have not beaten me. Your magic is mere child's play."
Trixie's nostrils flared. "I can beat you just as easily as anyone else. I am the amazing and magnificent Trixie!"
"Yes, yes, but I am someone much more great and powerful. Now, let's see you top this parlor trick for starters." The man stepped out of the shadows, dressed in a black warrior's tunic and dark blue pants. His hair was as black as soot and smoke, and his eyes were icy blue, yet somehow she felt she could see right through them to the white behind.
The man pulled out a bouquet of roses from his sleeve. Trixie smirked and teleported a seed from somewhere into her hand, before forcing it to grow instantly into a large blooming rose bush.
"Very nice, Trixie. Try this one." He flickered an ember into existence on his palm, then cast the wind to blow it into a massive blaze encircling both magicians. Trixie actually was impressed... and a bit scared. Nonetheless, she maintained a confident grin on her face.
Then the fire spun around, spinning into itself and closer towards Trixie and the magic man. It passed harmlessly through Trixie, although instinctually she shut her eyes as it phased through her. It grew brighter and brighter as it entrapped the man. He let out a bloodcurdling scream as it consumed him, and she gaped as she saw the spell go horribly wrong.
"Notch... what happe- AH!" Trixie screamed as she backed up into the man who was just immolated. He smiled at her, before Trixie scowled. "Alright, alright. You're a better magican-"
"And actor," the man interrupted.
Her eyebrow twitched in irritation. "Yes, and actor as well. But only by a little bit. I'll be better than you one day."
"Oh I highly doubt that. That was only the second test. Many more tests are ahead. You're very... proud. It's a vice, it is. And you will pay for it, one day. But for now, let's play a bit more."
She backed away a step. "How so?"
"Let's go someplace that's a bit... warmer." He smiled at her in a way that alerted Trixie to a serious danger.
"Um, no... I'm okay. I'm just going to go home."
He shook his head and snapped his fingers. "Don't you see...?"
Instantly, purple spots entered Trixie's vision. They grew and overlapped until all she saw was an array of undulating lavander circles in a purple background. She fainted into the arms of the mystery man, who had a purple glow around him.
She awoke, and realized her clothing was different. She now wore a long beautiful scarlet dress, and a crown of dark red stone sat upon her head, with a white crystal as the gem.
"Where am I?"
The man came out in his original attire, before his entire image flickered. It exploded into a dark red mist, not unlike evaporated blood. Then she heard footsteps, and turned around to see a man she'd only seen in paintings.
Herobrine.
He smiled at her, and she realized that the image and Herobrine himself weren't so different, but little details changed just enough to make him undetectable as the Lord of the Nether. "Hello, and welcome to where you'll spend the entirety of your eternity. Welcome to the Nether. Today is the one day."
She screamed.
While not technically a death, she's essentially in hell, so it's a fairly close thing. I'll make sure the next chapter is a true and true death, but this kept changing as I wrote it, and I like how it turned out.