The Nether was a place of fire, lava, fire and more fire. Everything there was hot and on fire. There were mobs that used fire and were on fire, some of them were even made of fire. Then there were the rocks that had the ability to keep fire alit for a really long time. It was so easy to set fire in the Nether, even the fire could be set on fire.
Hell even some of the mobs that resided here that weren't made of fire either spat out fire, looks like fire burnt a good portion of their body or looked like fire had scorched their bones black.
Basically if the first thing that comes to your mind when the word The Nether pops up isn't fire, then you have something wrong with you.
And in the middle of all of this fire, fire and most importantly FIRE is it's ruler, Herobrine.
Who ironically is the chilliest dude right next to his brother.
Said leader of the land of figurative and maybe literal hell was staring into an orb with a grin on his face. His glowing white eyes narrowed in amusement as he watched his youngest brother go through his daily mining routine.
It was hilarious how differently he acted when his mobs were turned human. Especially considering how some of them seem to be quite fixated on the mining enthusiast.
Not that he could blame them. Steve had only the bare minimum of his destructive power as well as the same amount for their oldest brother's creation power.
He could destroy but only one at a time, with the same being said with him being able to create. Despite that limitation the miner would still limit that to what he would call 'Survival Mode'. Ironic being that he couldn't die no matter how many times he allowed his body to disperse into mist.
Course there were times where he would utilise the power that he had over Overworld.
It still surprised him how easily he could form or a destroy a world with just a simple thought, or how he would use his powers of creation or destruction to their fullest with how wimpy he was otherwise.
Still that doesn't mean he had full control over everything in Overworld, the mobs were still under his command while what could appear in Overworld was watched over by their eldest brother. The fact that they could simply add something and not tell him and just let him find it on his own was always amusing.
To the awe of a new ore, or the fear of a new mob Steve always made sure what they did was appreciated.
Herobrine felt his smile falter for a moment as he wondered about that last thought.
Appreciated.
Steve was the most 'human' among the three, he had that sense of curiosity that the other humans had when they first appeared in this world. And unlike him and Notch he never lost it, he always found a way to enjoy something even if he had seen it multiple times.
And because of how he appreciated almost everything the miner never once lost his mind.
For a moment he remembered at one point where both him and Notch went insane. The weight of their powers, of their undying nature finally getting to them. The world was destroyed and recreated so many times it got to a point that those who survive it could record it into a log.
He remembered the multiple times he was 'removed'.
In the end after so many repeats of nothing changing they got tired of being insane and went back to being sane. That and Steve being a victim in both the destruction and recreation being to take a toll on their morality.
So they went back to their 'life' before they went insane. Notch added things to the world, things that could build and make life. While he added things that could destroy and erase.
Funny how with such opposite powers both of them were the best of brothers, though from the humans that Notch has observed they were tales of the righteous Notch and the demonic Herobrine.
And then the lonely little Steve who was always left out, it was adorable seeing him pout when another tale would show up and he wouldn't even get a mention.
"Heh, keep on digging little guy" Herobrine muttered at the look alike in the orb.
Course the sombre mood was broken when he realised one other thing about how much he and his brother could do to Overworld. So he was unprepared when he saw his youngest brother suddenly get slapped across the face with a giant green hand.
The orb clattered to the floor as Herobrine had to place both hands over his stomach just to contain his laughter.