The Darkness: Sequel to The Minecrafter

New Prologue

Down in the Nether, many Fortresses and Bastions stood, as signs of the Nether's once great armies.

Most were broken apart. But one stood tall and proud. Dead villagers and iron golems lined its ramparts. Unlike the usual villagers with the arms connected, these had broken swords and axes, and spent bows and quivers. A small squad of wither skeletons walked down through its main doors; fighting could be heard echoing through the Fortress. A dead pigman burst from a side door, its head falling off. A massive villager in heavy iron armour with a full crusader style iron helmet burst through the door. Upon seeing the wither skeletons, he scowled and charged them with a shield and an iron sword. Batting the wither skeletons apart with his shield he easily tore them apart. One crept up behind him, but a more normal sized villager took its head off. "Morgan, take this note, get it to the Citadel." The first hulking villager said, taking out a piece of paper and passing it to the smaller now named Morgan. Cutting a rope which dropped a counterweight to close the giant main doors, the abnormal villager turned to the normal sized. "What are you waiting for? GO!" he yelled. "But, Prime, how about the Dreadlord?" Morgan asked. "I will stall him now GO!" Prime yelled. Morgan barely made it through the side door when the main doors exploded, throwing Prime backwards into the wall. A hooded skeleton came through. "Dreadlord." Prime said, narrowing his eyes in anger. He could barely lift his sword from getting thrown into a wall. "Just...kill...me...and...get...it...over...with." Prime said. The skeletal Dreadlord chuckled. "Hah, not yet. Your creator would like to do it himself." Dreadlord said, picking up Prime's leg and dragging him.

Down multiple hallways they went, Prime's mood dropping further as he saw slain villagers littering the hallways. Going deeper in the sense of darkness and foreboding grew. Even the lit torches were unable to push away the darkness and served only as pinpoints of light in the dark corridor. "Ahh...it has been too long since I have been in his presence. Even sealed Notch and Herobrine were never able to completely seal the darkness emitting from him, only hide the darkness. But alas, they could never stop this day from happening, could they? Both are dead now, but He still lives on." Dreadlord gloated. Prime just glared. At the end of the corridor a cubic room floated in the air courtesy of Minecraftian Physics. Below was the void, silent, deadly. Frowning, Dreadlord threw Prime to one side, the iron armour clanking as it hit the nether brick walls. Taking some steps back, Dreadlord took out a ball of swirling darkness before running forward and leaping across the gap. Slamming into the iron door heavily Dreadlord slammed the ball into the door. The enchantment broke and a massive wave of darkness flooded out and blew Dreadlord back, inflicting multiple cuts on his apparel and cracking some bones. Prime, already leaning on the wall, groaned in pain as the wave of darkness cut deep into the iron armour he wore and cut into his skin. A second later as darkness wrapped around him, it slowly flowed into his wounds and healed him. Both Prime and Dreadlord were made in similar ways, the glitchy darkness power of 303 pumped into a villager and skeleton respectively to create them. Dreadlord became a powerful skeleton, while Prime rebelled and defected to Notch and Herobrine. Both could to some extent use the power of 303 and heal using it.

The door to the formerly sealed room flew opened and nether bricks blocks assembled themselves over the void. 303 emerged, eyes glowing a harsh red. "Dreadlord my old friend. It is good to see you again." 303 teleported over to Dreadlord and held out his hand. Dreadlord took it and 303 helped him up. "Yes, it has been too long. We have to rally our scattered forces and plan to destroy the overworld." Dreadlord said, standing up. "Rally the pigmen and the wither skeletons first, the ghasts are way too-" 303 was interrupted by Prime body checking Dreadlord into the wall with his shoulder and throwing 303 back into his room. The iron door automatically slammed shut and enchantment symbols begun scrolling across again to drain 303 of his power.

303 was having none of it and exerted his will. Without Notch and Herobrine to originally hold him back he easily shattered the enchantments. But by the time he got out Prime had escaped. Growling he teleported to the outer walls when massive explosions blocked his view for a few seconds. Once the smoke cleared, he saw Prime jumping off the edge of the fortress. Rushing over, 303 saw he was too late and saw Prime disappear into the lava lake below.

303 roared in anger. And the Overworld shook in fear.