In the beautiful computerized world of minecraftia, there was a village. In this village, there were many houses, people, an iron golem, and a human spawner. One day this spawner began to activate. Everyone in the village plus the golem gathered to watch the spawn. As it normally did, the flames around the center began to swirl faster and glow brighter, but then, everything began to go wrong, and all hell broke loose.
There was a blinding flash of fiery light, and a storm began to form, sending bolts of lightning everywhere. The bolts blasted the houses to bits, and burning the ground black. Then a huge column of fire shot up from the spawner, the storm snapped into place to accept said column, and a shadowy being stepped out of the flames. His species has many names: hellchild, firechild, shadowform, doomwraith. Mostly, (& scientifically) they were just called wraiths. I will name him, because he is one of few people in this story that matter. His name was Mormesk.
Now, Mormesk did not have many people to call a friend. Mainly, this was because he didn't have a physical form. Only his cloak gave him shape. He was humanoid without it, but it was hard to tell. People also avoided him because of the destruction his spawn caused. They called him a mistake and a glitch, they feared him, bullied him (which was extremely dumb), and generally, killed his self-esteem. He lived like this for some time.
In secret he managed to control his powers. This was smart of Mormesk, as if people realized that he learning to recreate the destruction, they would probably try to kill him.
He could raise the dead in the form of 50% larger than normal ash-black skeletons. He could also create portals, levitate, control rock, manipulate the weather, and shoot columns of flame that were big enough to take down 3 golems at once if he needed. Well, not the weather. Not quite yet.
