You Versus The Universe

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><>3rd person POV<><

     A brand spankin' new castle stood proudly risen in the firey depths of the Nether. New dark skeleton troops stood guard, defending their new king. The king of the Nether. The other Nether mobs wandered around the realm like they always did, signs of recovery scattered amongst their now peaceful figures. Suddenly (XD once I said that some people walked in the room)

     Out from the red fog that haunted the realm, came a dark cloud of some kind of substance. This substance didn't aimlessly float like one might expect from a ball of black smoke. It flew softly through the air, seeming to take a stroll in the direction of the new fortress. The dark substance landed on the bridge and took form. A humanoid figure materialized from the smoke, two glowing white eyes opening on the newly formed figure. The humanoid stood their for a moment, taking a slow look around the place before walking along the bridge towards one of the towers. A trail of black smoke still consumed the creature's void form. It walked along a series of bridges, going from tower to tower, passing the guards without them batting an eye, until it reached the bulk of the castle. All those bridges expanded outward from the main castle in a way that looked like a dark spider web. The castle itself was decorated with lighter red bricks, but not much else. Some of the balconies lined with gold trimming, but even that was sparse. However, the color it did have was well defined and in no way looked like some dark red blob.

     "Wait." A wither guard decorated in gold lined bones wearing a red cape, halted the humanoid. All the top generals/guards were decorated this way. That way everyone could tell them apart from the averagely skilled generals, who were usually decorated in iron or redstone instead. "What is your reason for coming here and how can I know you are not here to kill our new king?" The top general aimed his spear at the void figure. The substance's glowing white eyes only scowled, which made the wither's arms tremble slightly.

     "I don't think anyone but me even knows about the lord's success yet. Also, I am sure you already know why I am here." A deep voice from the figure growled.

     "O- of course. That makes perfect sense! Forgive me." The wither dropped to one knee and bowed in hopes of forgiveness. The other withers within eye view also bowed.

     "Uhh, just let me in already." The void groaned in annoyance. Without anymore words, the withers together quickly rushed to unlocking and opening the two front doors that looked out onto the largest bridge over the sea of endless lava. The castle appeared to be sitting alone on a multitude of red islands, surrounded by liquid fire.

     The void form walked in contently and had a look around at the castle as it strolled the large halls that branched off into smaller ones, looking like it owned the place. After a few minutes of this, a warping sound caught it's attention, and it cocked it's head just enough to see the man it wanted to see standing maybe five blocks behind it in the corner of it's eye.

     "You get lost, or did you just want to play a small game of tag?" The voice of the man spoke, dark, but not as dark as the void's. It was the new king. The man had dark brown hair and a cyan blue shirt. His pants were a dark shade of purple; and his eyes were just like the figure's. The only thing not intimidating about him was that his right arm was bandaged and in a sling. He also had some bandages around his hips, just barely visible through the slash marks of his shirt, which hadn't been fixed yet.

     The figure turned slowly around to face the king, a slight look of a frown in it's eyes. The king stared back with the exact same expression. Then, out of the Nethery red, both smiled, or I guess since the figure didn't have a mouth it just expressed sudden joy through it's eyes, and embraced one another like old friends.

     "Good to see your sense of humor hasn't dimmed." The figure chuckled, patting the king on the back firmly before reeling out of the hug.

     "Y-heah, looks like you haven't changed either." The king smiled. "Did you give the guards a scare on your way in?"

     "Like always."

     "So, what do you think of the place? It needs some more decorating, but it's getting there, right?"

     "Looks fine. Not seeing any dungeons though."

     "Oh, the entrance to that is hidden. Wanna see?" The king offered. The figure nodded happily and followed the king down the halls.

     "So how are the armies recovering?"

     "Fine. I just wish those ghasts hadn't been so stubborn, had to take most of their entire species out just to claim the realm. Those sorry blob-heads'll be mourning for decades." The king exclaimed triumphantly. A small evil laugh escaped his lips. "..How was that one?" He suddenly looked to the figure like a little brother asking opinions from his older sibling.

     "Honestly, needs some work." The figure assured.

     "I'd like to see you do any better."

     "Eh, evil laughs just aren't my thing."

     They both chuckled a little before reaching their destination: two large doors, much smaller than the front ones, but larger than any of the others besides the library ones. The king pushed open the doors and they both walked into a large bedroom. The bed was massive and the sciling rose to probably the very top of the castle roof. The other furniture in there was also very hard and tough to combat with any possible outbursts from the king. He did seem to have a pretty short temper.

     "Heh, very cleaver disguising your healing compartment as a bed." The figure mumbled with a a little amusement in it's voice.

     "Yeah, I figured since I don't sleep much, that I could make another purpose for the piece of furniture." The king shrugged.

     "But, why even have it?"

     "For power naps. Plus, it completes the room." The king smiled a tiny bit, during the whole conversation-making his way towards a bookshelf near the only large window in the room to the right of the bed. "But that isn't all the purposes of the furniture in question." The king smirked as he placed his hand on a plain iron trophy just casually resting on the bookshelf. Then, he pulled the trophy towards himself and the bed lifted up, it's curtain frames turning out to be a strong pully-system. The bed rose up, revealing a dark gap below. "The dungeons are down there. I have no lights in there on purpose so it gets super cold. I just use my eyes for light if I ever need to go down there." The king informed.

     "Anybody down there?" The figure asked, it's voice sounding like it was smiling.

     "Not yet. But after our first raid, maybe.."

     "Well, I for one can't wait to help." The figure's eyes squinted with joy. They both chuckled again before the trophy was put back to normal and the bed dropped.

     "Say, since I can't do anything yet, and your schedule seems pretty open, would you mind helping me plan a few things?" The king then asked casually.

     "Sure. What's next?"

     "Well, I was hoping to someday get some revenge on my brother, if you know what I mean." And with that, the two walked off, so casually. Just by listening to the tones of their voices you would have no idea just how much danger the world was really in.