The Minecraft Story: The Beginning: Chapter 3
Deep in The Nether…
"I challenge you!" Herobrine barely looked up as the piglin screamed, "The throne should belong to a pigman, not you!" The pigman arrived at Herobrine's throne room with a group of twenty piglins, all had their swords drawn.
"Very well", Herobrine sighed, "I could use some exercise." He stretched as he walked down from his golden throne. The piglin readied himself, he got into a large fighting stance, attempting to make himself look bigger with his sword in front of him. Herobrine casually walked towards the piglin whilst drawing his diamond sword. He stopped a few feet away from the piglin, his stance was relaxed and calm, his sword at his side. "Whenever you're ready", Herobrine said, his raspy and calm voice unnerved the piglin.
The piglin hesitated at first, but he shook away his fear and charged at their King with a mighty battle cry. He swung his sword straight for the neck, Herobrine still hadn't moved. As the blade came closer to his neck, Herobrine swifty ducked his head to the side. So fast, the piglin didn't realize he dodged and for a second, he thought he struck the King. For a split second, he rejuvenated in the idea that he was now the King, until a searing pain in his abdomen snapped him back to reality. The piglin was frozen for a second before he finally looked down and saw the reflected glow of the diamond sword piercing his stomach. He hadn't even noticed Herobrine had moved until that moment. Before he could think, the sword was thrust upwards into his heart. He could only stare at the sword that was now a few inches away from his face, as the world turned dark, and his life faded away.
Herobrine retracted his sword from the piglin's body. It fell with a slight thud against the blackstone floor. The other nineteen piglins stared at their fallen comrade. He had been the strongest of them and he was killed in a few seconds. But they had made a pact, they would kill the King and rule over the piglins. They all charged Herobrine who had returned to his relaxed stance. Finally, he thought, I haven't killed a piglin in five days.
After the fight, the bodies were scattered across the floor, blood covered the floors and walls. Some piglins had been launched out of the throne room where the guards began to clean up the first couple of bodies. This was the little bit of entertainment Herobrine could enjoy in this world. The piglins were dumb, violent, and primitive race. They always threw themselves into unnecessary danger. It pleased him how eager they were to fight him, after all, that was how he created them.
When Herobrine was first cast into the fiery pits of The Nether, there was nothing but lava and fire. However, he soon changed that. Notch believed he had taken all of his powers away, but that wasn't the case. Some of his Godly powers remained, but they were extremely limited. In The Nether he created more monsters for no other reason than to fight them. His first battle with Notch made him learn that he wasn't strong enough. And now that he was semi-immortal, he had to learn to fight without the bulk of his powers. He created the magma cubes and practiced fighting them. They were an easy enough mob to learn how to fight with a sword. He then created the wither skeleton, a worthy opponent when he first made them, but now they were childs play. Each monster was harder than the last, and soon he got bored of fighting them. He wanted more, he wanted to feel like a God again, so he created the piglins. He could only give them enough intelligence to be able to form their own society, understand a hierarchy, but most importantly, he wanted them to be violent and rebellious. He wanted to not only rule them, but to crush them in frequent combat. Over the past 1,213 years, he has killed thousands of piglins.
However, these piglins were merely there for his entertainment and for training. Herobrine vowed that he would one day return to the Overworld, back to the world of Minecraft and exact his revenge on his brother.
During the last 1,213 years, he learned how to use magic and potions. He found he could use the blaze to create a brewing stand. Simply killing his brother wasn't good enough, he wanted him to watch his greatest achievement suffer, humanity. Using magic and his potions, he created a disease that would bring humanity to its knees. He created a zombie virus. It was the perfect revenge plan, so many people would die and come back as zombies, but it wouldn't be enough to kill everyone. But that wasn't all. Once he got out of the The Nether, he would bring back his monsters and send humanity back to the dark days. Once Notch found out, he would kill his brother and watch the world as it burned.
There was one more problem he had, he couldn't leave without a Nether portal, but his brother destroyed the only one in The Nether. After about five hundred years in The Nether, he found out that water combined with lava could create obsidian, the exact material he needed for the portal. The only place he could get water was his sweat. The piglins were not only entertaining to kill, but the constant fighting made him sweat. For hundreds of years, he combined his sweat with lava to create obsidian. And after this fight with piglins, he had just enough sweat to finish the portal.