The castle he lived was not his own, it was a home he'd lived in from birth in a time before hospitals as doctors rushed to a house and helped and unwed woman birth her child, accused of being a whore and slut in the days of old for not being wed, her husband a nasty skank. Acused of crimes not his own, the jury will choose there biased sides and call the unwed-lock born child guilty for every charge pushed to him.
The fores the lived in was not like his own, reinstatement of the one he grew up in, outcast and chased away by his people caused by the fear his thunder caused, a thunder he could not control.
These are the god of Minecraftia and how there petty lives lead to there becoming of immortality and power beyond comparison.