Herobrine's Uprising

Many, many years ago, there was a great warrior named Herobrine. He'd never turn down a good, honorable fight. He lived together with his brother, Notch, and his brother's son, Jeb. They lived in a tall castle, that stood tall over the land of Minecraftia. They all lived happily, until one day, something horrible happened...

The abominations. They stormed the castle, slaying all that stood in their way. Eventually, the castle storm calmed down slightly, since many from both sides have fallen. Soon, there was only one enemy left. Him and Herobrine had a face off, fist-to-fist. It was a legendary battle, sparks, blood, and elemental voyages casting all around and smashing into walls. The abomination leader casted a spell. It summoned a pentagram below him. Herobrine raised his fists, charging, before the abomination lifted the pentagram up, and spun it, pushing it at Herobrine. Herobrine fell in seconds, the pentagram disappearing within him. The abomination leader laughed, before slowly fading away. Notch tried to stop him from getting away, but failed in doing so.

Years have passed during the invasion... Herobrine started acting... strangely. Like something was really, really wrong. He would follow people into rooms, and a missing person report would be filed the next day... the exact person who went in that room with Herobrine. The body would never be found. Eventually, things went crazy. Herobrine bursts into flames. He did not have a funeral... but one day... he came back...

Standing in the doorway of the castle, was a familiar figure... a hellish figure. Hellfire trailed behind the familiar face, and when he looked up, his powerful, magenta eyes were gone... and now they are just empty sockets of white, glowing brightly, threatening to kill anyone who stands in his way. Nobody noticed... except for... one. He was a guard. Just a guard. His entrails were found the next day, slowly leading to the room, where only his decapitated head remained. On the walls, splattered in blood, it said: 'He Was Here'. Notch thought for a long time after seeing the horrific sight... and then he knew. He was back.

Notch formed a powerful army to look for the demon. He stood at the front lines. He left Jeb and multiple guards home to defend the castle incase he struck. After a long time, they returned... to see that Jeb and all the guards were slain. Written on the wall behind the throne, with multiple different blood types from multiple different guards, the text said: 'YOU'RE NEXT.'. Underneath the text, was the familiar blood type of Jeb, his blood used to underline the word three times. Herobrine killed his guards, his friends... but he draws the line at his brother. Notch decided to seek divine help... Arazius was the first man he confronted.

Arazius gave him the most special blade in the world... the Improbability Blade. It contained all the universe's power. Notch heavily thanked the 'immortal' god, and went with an even more powerful army to confront Herobrine. The blade seemed... alive. It guided him straight to Herobrine... where a brutal clash took forth. Herobrine raised former dead, making zombies, skeletons, and phantoms. He sent them at the army, and for thirteen days, there was a relentless clash between mortals and undead. Eventually, both sides dwindled army-wise. Herobrine was divinity, he didn't need to eat. But Notch was running deathly low on food and water. He took the rest of it when his last knight died. Then, over the next 7 hours, they were in blade-to-blade fighting. Herobrine used a blade composed of all his victim's blood, and Notch wielded the Improbability Blade. Both sides were overwhelmingly powerful, making their fighting habitat a broken-down wasteland in less than 15 minutes. The clash was great, but eventually, the Improbability Blade got a powerful swing at Herobrine. Notch spoke the ancient words of power, and Herobrine started to evaporate, finally being defeated in combat. Notch fell down onto his knees, and slowly faded away, as Herobrine was banished down to Hell...

For millions of years, Herobrine was trapped in Hell. He was watched over by Satan for a long time. He made him do back-breaking labor, and tortured him and the other prisoners in his spare time. His corruption grew stronger and stronger... and eventually, he went insane. One day, Herobrine broke out of his cage. He attacked Satan himself. Eventually, the so-called immortal Satan... fell. He died, forever. Herobrine single-handedly killed him. Herobrine absorbed all the souls Satan has ever acquired, making him even more powerful. Herobrine took his crown, and became the King of Hell. His first order was to draft a plan for him to become the first ever King of Hell to ever open the portal to a mortal's world, and with his intelligence, how could he not be able to? It's only a matter of time... before Herobrine strikes again... tick, tock...

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