Chapter 2 - Immortal King

"HEROBRINEEEE!"

The names owner immediately looked up from his large open book resting in his lap when his name echoed throughout the castle. His zombie pigman guards flinched at the raging voice and backed away from their posts at the large oak doors in the throne room. Some guards they are, he scolded in his mind.

With incredible force the heavy doors were cast open revealing a seething Notch glaring dangerously at his brother. At least some of the guards got hit by the swinging doors.

With a shit eating grin on his face, Herobrine stood from his obsidian and gold throne and dropped his large book to floor next to his feet.

"Dear brother!" He yelled back, opening his arms to welcome Notch to his castle home.

"Do not dear brother me!" Notch yelled back, making his way down the wide and long corridor to stand in front of his obnoxious brother and his obnoxious throne.

"Before you say anything," Herobrine started with his grin never faulting. "It wasn't me."

"Oh, really?" Notch crossed his arms over his chest and glared down his brother with the most disapproving look he could muster.

"Well, it does depend on what it was…"

"The Fourth Kingdom was attacked at the walls by zombies, skeletons and creepers. I would like to know if you had anything to do with it." Notch managed to ground out.

"Does it matter if I did?" Herobrine said nonchalantly while sitting back down into his throne and swinging one leg over the arm rest.

"It does. Attacks from hostile mobs are becoming more frequent-"

"Then why aren't you asking the mob kings about this?"

"I Have, Herobrine. The kings don't send their mobs directly to kingdoms or cities, let alone hordes of them." Notch was trying incredibly hard not to raise his voice any higher then he already had.

Herobrine blew out a loud breath of hot air and sunk back into his throne, flicking his gaze back to his brother every now and then with an irritated scowl.

"Just as I thought." Notch spoke softly while rubbing his tired eyes. "You can't keep doing this. You remember what happened the last time you got out of hand. The creator won't be as merciful as last time."

"MERCIFUL?!" Herobrine's voice cracked going dark and raspy with his rage while he leaned forward. "Like he could do worse then what he did! You can't understand what it was like to be destroyed!"

"Then perhaps that is your incentive to not act like that again." With those words, Notch left quietly compared to his dramatic entrance. Leaving the red stoned castle and the fiery hell it dwelled in.

Herobrine huffed and pushed himself further into the throne. "WHAT ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT?!" He screamed in his demonic voice at the zombie pigman guards staring curiously at him after the brotherly fight. They scrambled to get back to their posts before he killed them from lighting with just a flick of his fingers.

Picking up the book he dropped intending to continue reading, he realised he'd lost the will to read it anymore and put it back on the floor. With a snap of his fingers and pointing at the book a pigman was summoned to get the book and put it back in the vast library.

Deciding he had nothing to do, Herobrine started a slow walk to his chambers. He paused at a large open window to take in the scene of the vast hell he lived in. Pigman mingled below the castle and the occasional ghast flew by crying over nothing. It may have been the worst place in Minecraftia next to the End, but it was home for someone so demonic like him. Not like he was welcome in the Overworld. With a dramatic sigh, he continued on his journey.

He was just going to go to bed, he didn't have anything better do as it would probably result in another clash with Notch, or even The Creator. Nobody would probably believe that a powerful god like him would sleep. God, demi-god or demon he still had to sleep. All these names the inhabitants of the Overworld had named him, his name whispered in hushed tones in the fear it would summon him. Those names were practically his name now, the names of a legend.

Herobrine pushed open the gold gilded oak doors to his chambers. He'd always tried to make the room feel homey, but parts of it still looked like a dungeon, he just needed a few skeletons hanging of the walls. The room was massive compared to that of a normal castle royal bedroom. An ornate glowstone chandelier as large as the oversized bed hung in the middle of the room, the ceiling so high you couldn't see it. The inside walls were polished reddish tinted andesite with redstone lamps placed randomly throughout. Two large windows framed with thick black curtains on each side of the room let in the hazy Nether light.

On either side of the main doors was another set of doors, one leading to a spacious bathroom (because Herobrine liked to stay clean) and the others leading to a spacious walk in wardrobe (because Herobrine liked to have different clothes, even if they were all mundane colours and styles.) The centrepiece was the obnoxiously large bead on the centre wall. The bed itself was a canopy bed with a simple deep red duvet with black sheets. The sliding curtain around the bed were black sheer.

Herobrine wasn't the best interior decorator seeing as most of the rooms all had the same colour schemes. But when you're a demon living in hell in a colossal nether brick castle you wouldn't expect all the colours of the rainbow to be inside.

Pulling of his red shirt and grey shoes he flopped on the bed and thought over the conversation he had with Notch. What had happened last time he was deemed to have 'gotten out of hand', was something he never wanted to experience again. And worst of all, Herobrine knew it was his own fault. The mortals were becoming even cockier then he was. Constantly bragging about their strength and believing they could take down the demon that haunted their world.

His haunting and griefing hadn't been terribly bad to the mortals then. When thy stared to speak out about Herobrine being weak with his abilities, he decided to show them just what he could do. He didn't hold back. Minecraftia was thrown into anarchy with his destruction. Those who believed they could defeat him were hunted down by him. He made an example of them with their excruciating deaths to show the mortals how powerful he was. Even the slightest annoyance was enough to set him off.

When Notch had called him to come to his Sky castle, Herobrine was sceptical knowing his brother would only call him up there for the most important reasons only regarding the happenings of Minecraftia. But without the mention of the destruction he had caused, he didn't think anything of it until it was too late. His brothers meeting was all a ploy to capture him. Encased in a strange new portal and without being able to escape, he had pleaded with Notch to be released and demanded to know what was happening.

With a mumbled sorry and an 'its for your own good', Herobrine had felt all he was torn away from his body. His power was stripped like clothing from him, his body was being erased as he looked at himself, his consciousness was fading away to nothing. He understood what was happening, it was the only thing he was allowed to remember. That there was something greater then him that could control if he lived or not.

He had been destroyed as he had destroyed the world so he could understand how the people suffered from him.

But he never expected to be brought back.

He didn't expect to wake up again in that same portal and to see an older looking version of his brother watching him wearily. He couldn't believe how much time had passed since he was destroyed. Notch may have appeared to look older, but he had never aged, they were both immortal. Notch explained what The Creator had done. How so much time had passed since Herobrine had been erased that Notch was now older then him.

Herobrine could only reply with, ''It doesn't mean I forgive you for this.''

Notch looked solemnly at him. "I don't expect you to, little brother."

When Herobrine left the Sky Castle, he couldn't believe how much had changed and how the mortals had evolved. They had aircraft to fly them through the air, and machines with wheels to get them places quickly. Great cities like utopias home to thousands and the medieval kingdoms he had known still flourished in the mix of medieval and modern life. Farmers, miners, villagers and families still went about their daily lives yet they had all forgotten about one thing.

Herobrine.

His life had become a legend, a demonic entity that would haunt the bad and the wicked and punished them as he wished. He became a spooky story to kids on Halloween and around campfires. They didn't believe in him anymore. How could you be scared of something that hadn't existed for thousands of years?

Simply because he hadn't existed.

The same had been said of Notch. That the master builder still lived in his Sky Castle watching over the infinite land of Minecraftia. So many still believed in him, his abilities and that he still watched them all.

But not Herobrine, the evil brother of Notch. He was just a scary legend.

Herobrine's eyes flickered open. He hadn't even realised he'd fallen asleep when he recalled all those memories. Feeling a head ache coming on, he wrapped his arms tight around a black pillow and willed it to burst from his crushing hug.

Yay! Another chapter down as Herobrine remembers this important event that has happend in his life.