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“There is a legend rooted in the culture of the nether, about a king, a god, who would be born to Mortal parents, but drink Ichor, the blood of the gods.
A child will be born of human blood, a human mother, and a human father. Cast to the void at birth, where he would be soaked in Ichor the blood of the gods, there he would choke and drink the golden lifeline for millions of years. Gaining the title and name, King of the Nether and God of blood. Enmelda, the god of death and the queen of the end, would find this child, and give him a chance at human life. Unaware of the title and power he had gained.
Legend says, one day the Nether’s true god will protect it from the evils that lay inside and outside of the realm. To understand the story of this boy, you must first understand the story of the gods that came before him.
Long ago there were 4 gods, prime, the mother, and the creator of the universe. Enmelda, oldest daughter of prime, goddess on the end, and Queen of death itself. Nathendro, only son of prime, and god of the nether, King of the creatures. Rosnedra, youngest daughter of Prime, Goddess of the over-world, mother of the earth, sea, and sky.
They lived in the void, a happy family, but prime had wanted her children to live full lives, in their own right as Gods and Goddesses, so she gave her body, mind, and soul, to form three realms. Granting each of her children domain over a realm, over a piece of her power. Her body for her youngest, a place of creativity and life. Her mind for her oldest, a place that most saw as cold and calculating. Finally her soul for her only son, a place that was filled with excitement, and warmth.
Prime did not cease to exist after giving up herself for her children instead she became the void, a place of the living, a place of the dead, a place for good, bad, and everything in between. This was the one place all three siblings could meet on equal footing, under the presence of what was left of their mother.
After their mother gave everything for her children, they took it upon themselves to make their lands look beautiful, each making their realm a place their mother would have been proud of. They would create creatures and life. They were to explore, discover, rule, and be gods within their own rights. It was a task that should have been simple, that all three of Primes children should have followed,”
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“Tommy!”
“Tommy where are you?”
“Tommy, please come home,” The tears that ran down his face were burning, hot and sticky, he wanted to wipe them away, but it felt useless with the sheer amount rolling down his face. He placed a shaky hand on the flint and taking a deep breath he struck it across the iron in his other hand.
“Why won’t you fucking work!” he whisper-yelled, not wanting them to find him. He turned a bit, looking over his shoulder to see light starting to peak over the hill. He panicked, slamming the flint and iron together before the sparks flickered onto the purple-black stone.
He smiled as the portal came to life, roaring with energy. The purple hue had a certain grab to it, stronger than when he had first seen a portal. He smirked at the purple glow, it defined his face and expression, making his tears look much darker. He quickly whipped them, not knowing what he would find in the realm ahead.
He turned around, more light shining from the hillside. He let his smirk drop, quickly pulling tree branches and rocks over the dark portal, covering it from view. This wasn't a permanent solution, but it would help to slow them down.
“Tommy, come back!”
“Toms! Where did you go, we need to talk about this!”
“Tommy, we didn't mean it!”
He was hopeful for a second, thinking that the words they were speaking were true, but the voices in his head that told him to run, also told him that they were lying. He shook his head, putting on a stern face and looking straight through the purple doorway.
Tommy had never been to the nether before, he had been told that it would be hot, scary, and dark. He had always wanted to go, but the rest of his family had always brushed off his request. Tonight, right here, right now, he would finally be able to see for himself what it looked and felt like. Saying he was excited was an understatement, he was ecstatic, nervous of course but he would never say that out loud.
He graded his bag, looking in the direction of the hill, it was covered now, out of sight out of mine. He turned to the portal feeling a tug, and he smirked. Quietly challenging the realm he was about to enter.
“Bring it on Nether, do your fucking worst,” He hoped onto the portal's obsidian frame, letting the purple mist wrap around his body, it felt weird, and yet comforting. Everything was dizzy for a moment and then he was there, in the fiery hell that the over-worlders called the Nether realm. The portal he came from was surrounded by barren nether-rack, a wide stretch of lava lay out in front of him. It popped and sunk back in, sending waves of heat and death to the creatures that lay above it. Tommy just let out a small laugh, he had never seen this much lava in his life. He didn't understand the fear people had of this place, Tommy for one loved it.
He looked up from the lava and saw a biome from across the vast ocean of boiling magma. It was a blueish-green biome, the tree’s swayed with the lava, slowly flowing from one side to the next. There was an unatural glow about the trees, and they were trees, they seemed to shine with a dull light, the same dull light that light up to over-world at night. They imitated the moon, and Tommy had had the right mind to smile at the small shroom shaped lights, they seemed to imitate the liken that grew in caves. There was a creature living in the blue biome, it was tall, lanky, and black. It was an Enderman, Tommy’s eyes widened, he didn't know Enderman could spawn in the Nether. He guesses it makes sense, they were Enmelda’s spies, so they could do what they wanted.
Above it, on a slight overpass, there was a red biome, full of creatures moving. Tommy couldn't see them clearly, but they seemed to be running. It made sense that some of the creatures from the nether chased and ate each other. It was the same in the over-world. The red biome was dunting, it was filled with a mist of sorts, a mist that while Tommy was not presently in, he felt like he would choke on it.
There was so much to see, and he had just arrived. He turned back to the portal and placed obsidian around it, they would find his portal, and they would follow him. If they found him, they would drag him right back to the over-world, the thought made him shiver. Tommy smirked, looking at the marred portal, proud of his work, he didn't want to go back and he didn't want them to find him.
This was it, the moment Tommy Innit sets off into the world, or in this case the Nether realm. He was going to learn everything he could, on how to survive, on how to live on his own. Like they had said, they didn't need him, they didn't want him.
His face didn't feel dry when he entered the portal. So when he brought his bandaged hand up to whip what tears had stained his face. He brought his hand back dry. He let a funny smile spread. His tears were gone, taking a pain within his chest with him, as if they had already turned into mist and floating away. Tommy looked around thinking.
Was there even water around here?
He then noticed something, he looked down at himself and around the portal. The nether was supposed to be a really hot place. Many over-worlders couldn't travel there due to this fact, and while Tommy was not a pussy like them, Tommy found it strange that he didn't feel hot. He didn't feel like his skin was being cooked alive by the lava that lay just feet away from his body. He felt, well, normal, it was strange. He quickly ignored this fact, hearing the wrapping sounds of the portal. A silent reminder that he needed to move and fast.
He bounced over the barren rocks that lay scattered on the ground of the Nether. Tommy picked one up, they were rough, solid, and had a certain heat to them. Tommy smiled picking them up every once in a while and throwing them into the lava. It would land with a small splat before the heat of the substance would slowly consume it, never to be seen again.
The nether was small, well, it was small as in there was a roof, which Tommy found intresting. He would look up from time to time and just watch the nether rack on the roof pass by. Little bits of quartz, and gold lay in the rock above as well, helping to entertain Tommy’s mind. He had a lot to think about, and no reason to think about it now, he loved having a mindless distraction.
He didn’t want to let his mind wander, when it wandered he felt his darker memories start to surface. He hated it; feeling weak, feeling sad, feeling alone, feeling unwanted. Tommy had expected this fiery wasteland to make him feel alone, yet, he had not felt like that at all. Instead, he felt like he was meant to be, like this place was where he was supposed to live, where he was meant to find himself. Like this was written into the stones of time.
Guys!
Tommy stopped, hearing a voice from his head speak, like comprehendable words he could understand. Tommy had voices, but he could never hear them, all they did was put thoughts and ideas in his head. They were pretty easy to tune out and ignore. This was just wrong, there was a certain tone that voice used that made Tommy want to shout. This was too much like Techno’s chattering voices, it made him sick.
Tommy whipped around, looking to see if he had actually been found, or if someone was talking to him. There was nothing, just the rocks he'd been picking up and throwing. He turned back around, feeling multiple chills run up his spine. He let out a shaky breath.
“What the fuck was that?” he squeaked out under his breath. Letting the sounds of the Nether take the words away. He took a deep breath in, straightening his body up before continuing to move towards the naturally formed bridge, it wasn't far and led him straight to the blue forest.
Let’s go he can hear us pog!!
POG!!!
This is great one down two more to go!
Two more what?
For fucks sake the checklist you dimwit!
Hey what's up ya'll, I’ve been out for millennia!
Tommy was beyond weirded out, there were thousands of voices in his head, screaming about different things, most saying ‘pog’ in some sort of way. Which made scenes, Tommy made it a point to say the word once a day, annoyed the hell out of Phil and his brothers, but he didn't give a shit, not anymore at least. That thought prompted nothing nice, and it made a cold feeling enter his mind, he sighed, the talking of voices gone in a second the only thing he could hear was the distant laughs of his past self. He turned, watching as the rocky world of lava and ash shifted.
He could see clearly the memory, it was supposed to be a happy one, there was nothing happy about it anymore.
“Tommy ran too far and you’ll get taken away by Enmelda,” Techno said, slashing at the air, the air seeming to move to another spot behind him, where he turned slashing again. A very small Tommy rolled his eyes, climbing on a rock and looking around. He breathed a deep breath, coughing.
“Gawk! I hate pollen,” He coughed again, before there was a sneeze behind him. He brushed his hair out of his face turning to the brown hair, hazel eyed kid that lived down the street. Tommy blinked.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” He asked, hearing a laugh from his father who was on the edge of the field. Tommy whipped his head, an angry child's face plastered across. Phil just laughed more at the face he was making.
“Phil~“ He yelled out loud and pulled out, which made his father laugh some more. Turning to finally face his youngest. He was dressed differently then normal, Tommy never bothered to ask, something about a meeting that only happens every 100 years. Didn't make sense to the 8 year old, but he shrugged it off. Phil was dressed in what seemed like an old dress, lined with gold, reaching around the small poncho type of cloth that forced his black raven wings to stay folded. His pants seemed to be lined with detailed markings, black, contrasting greatly with the rest of the outfit. He didn't really seem to mind all that much.
“What the fuck do you want you little shit?” He asked in a playful tone, Tommy just gasped, multiple laughs came from the people scattered around. The blonde child huffed, crossing his arms and turned away.
“I am not little,” Tommy said, clarifying for Phil, Phil nodded his head, straightening his clothes a little.
“Okay, what do you want you shit?” he whipped his head back around to Phil, letting his eyebrows kint close together. He let his mouth fly open in surprise.
“Phil, you are so mean, fine I’m moving away,” there was a smirked laugh, but not from his father. He turned to see his older brother fiddling with the strings on the guitar, the sound barely reaching the kids ear.
“Where would you even go? I don't know a single person in the Grove that would take care of a gremlin like you!” Wilbur smirked, strumming the guitar and waving as their father took off into the air, not a word to goodbye. Tommy let his nose crinkle for a second watching him leave, before letting it go and looking at the kid behind him. He was still there, looking up with bright eyes, Tommy smiled, reaching his hand out, helping the kid sit on the rock with him. He whispered in the kids ear. The kid laughed, whispering back.
“I would go live with my good friend Tubbo! And besides, Hannah would let anyone in her house,” Wilbur raised an eyebrow at that before going back to his guitar. Tommy then turned to Tubbo and smiled.
“Want to prank some people, oh I bet most people aren't even home,” Tommy schemed, Tubbo nodded from beside him, Tommy knew then that he wanted this kid to be his friend. His borther's didn't stop him as he ran off, Tubbo by his side, and an evil glint in their eyes.
Tommy whipped a tear away shaking away the memory, how had he not seen how bad everything had been when he was 8. It seemed so clear now, but that was only after they had told him themselves. He pushed it down.
Voices .
He thought, whipping a tear.
I hear voices now. Lets focus on that.
Hell fucking yes, he can finally hear us!
Is he in shock? He hasn't moved in the passed minute
Must be in shock
Is that even possible
IDK
I don't study over-worlders, sorry boys
He had to admit, it was nice to have a more distracting distraction while he walked, makes it harder for memories to come hurlling back. He seemed to be able to black them if he needed to so that was a plus. His brother can't do that with his voices. He once again quickly shook away the icy feeling that crawled up his spine. As he kept walking, listening as the voices spoke about weird things.
Highway to hell babe!
Pog!!
This is so strange, can he really hear us?
He’s not talking, maybe it was a fluke?
No guys he’s in the Nether he should be able to hear us now.
Tommy wondered about that, he couldn't hear his voices when he was in the over-world, but now in the Nether he could? He was curious, and being alone wasn't really his strong suit. So he took his chances on being crazy and spoke into the Nether, hoping the voices in his head could hear him.
“So you are really in my head?” He asked, slightly looking up, as he finally took his first steps on the bridge, it was narrow, but Tommy had always had a good balance. He walked over without a care in the world. The voices on the other hand exploded when he finally acknowledged them.
The over-worlder speaks!
OMG he can hear us
POG FUCKING CHAMP
He really can hear us
Yeah! And we only had to wait 16 years!
It’s been so long since anyone could hear us! Thank you Tommy!
“Wow,” he stopped, “how do you know my name?” He asked, he had almost made it to the other side when one voice caught his attention. He realised it was a stupid question, they were in his head, he should have assumed they would know things, but once again the voices started to yell in his head.
We have always been watching!
We know all the things
Tommy you’re going to fucking fall please keep moving for my sanity!
We have been here since the void
MAGIC BITCH!
“Oh, so you’ve been the little chattering I’ve been hearing? Like you're feeding me ideas and shit?” he questioned, continuing on his journey, he hopped off the bridge on to the turquoise soil. It felt funny under his touch, he couldn't help the chuckle that fell from his lips as his rudded the fuzzy texter of the ground. He glanced around, he could get a better look at everything now and it amazed. the mushroom looking light withing the trees moved, swayed to their own rythm, out of synic with the rest of the Nether and somehow that felt right. There were other fugi on the ground, a blue-green mist seemed to seep from them and Tommy almost touhed it, but choice not to, this place was beautiful, but there was a reason he was never allowed to come here. He contuined to observe the biome as the voices spoke up.
Sí
Yes sir!
Yup
Yes
Yes
POG!!
Always
Tommy, look out!
Tommy quickly looked up from the soil, looking around to see what the voices were warning him about. He turned around noticing his portal. The particles were moving around in a frantic movement, which only happens when someone was entering or exiting the portal. He snapped his head around looking for a place to hide. His heart sarting to run it's own marathon in his chest, just like it had done only a few moments ago. He knew it was racing back then, the burn it left in his chest was unmistakeble as he graded his bag on the way out. The feeling felt the same, the plus of blood in his ears, his body moving future and furture away from the place he had always know, now, he needed to do it again.
“Shit they found the fucking portal,” He whispered out loud, he rushed deeper into the warped forest, pushing vines, and brush out of his face as he dogged anything that would hurt him. Which was not a lot, he whipped his head around for just a second as he sprinted thorugh the warpped biome. The voices cheering him on, telling him which way to go.
LEFT
Go left
Run!!
Left
Tommy keep running!
Lets go Tommy
To the left, to the left, to the left, to the left
tHiS Is No tiMe For tHe Cha chA SliDE
He moved around a quickly approching tree and turned left seeing a clear straight shot into the back of a nether-rack mountain. Tommy wanted to laugh, these little voices in his head could be very funny if they wanted too, but this was not the time to laugh, his family was after him. They really had no right following him, but what was he to do. They knew what they were did and yet they still did it, and it wasn't just tonight. It had been years and years of the pressure building up in Tommy. Most of the pressure dissolved quickly, never truly leaving but never truly affecting him. The bit of pressure that did stay, was strong, and kept expanding, tonight just happened to be the night Tommy couldn't hold it in any longer.
Something was different about tonight, everything just came out. Tommy had spent so much time just trying to prove himself, trying to be noticed for something other than being annoying or a brat. Which he was mighty fine at according to his family. It hurt him so much to hear them yelling, telling him that he was stupid, or what he did was idiotic. While some of the time he would agree with them, sometimes it just seemed like so much more than what was necessary.
He quickly blinked away the tears, and forced on the path ahead, the voices slowly starting to come back. He reached the end of the tunnel and noticed the crimson forest had reached furture then he thought. He looked down at the stretch of lava that stopped him, a cliff.
Oh no!
Tommy quickly, go back!
No their searching the forest if he goes back now they’ll take him back
Jump!
NO YOU FUCKING IDIOT!! THAT WOULD KILL HIM!!!! HE ISN'T FIRE PROOF!
AhahhAhahhah
What are you going to do?
He rushed through all the different things he could do. He used all the blocks he had in his bag, and he didn't have anything useful on him. He couldn't mine blocks to build, that would take too long. He could block up some on the hallway so they reached him slower. He could mine around the lava and go to the other side, but they could follow him, and again it would take too long.
He pushed his hands through his hair as he heard a voice calling him get closer. He looked down with fear. He had made it this far, and yet they wouldn't leave him alone. He wanted them to leave him alone!
“ꖎᒷᔑ⍊ᒷ ᒲᒷ ᔑꖎ𝙹リᒷ!” He yelled, flinching back at his own voice. He just spoke some weird shit, He looked around for someone else who could have said something. That was his voice but even he didn't understand the words he spoke.
Then he heard a loud cry from another part of the inclosed space. There was a small cave off to the side the Tommy could only kind of see. He moved to get a better look, it wasnt a cave, it was an opening, and it led into an open part of the nether, like one he had spawned in. He could see the shaping of a white-gray creature that started to float its way over to Tommy. He backed up a bit, scared of the creature he had never seen before. Soon he noticed that the creature had stopped, it was right in front of him, its face only feet away. He backed up a bit more before it floated down, a gust of wind hit Tommy pushing his hair back. He could almost feel the creature inviting him to get on it’s back.
Tommy has done some pretty crazy things. Getting on the back of some random creature that he knew little to nothing about was definitely something he would do. Especially if people he once considered family were trying to force him to listen to them explain something he knew was a big ass fucking lie. It also helped knowing the fact that the voices definitely wanted to see how this would go, and he was definitly listening to them now.
TOMMY ARE YOU GOING TO RIDE A FUCKING GHAST!?!
This is going to either be terrible or hella pog
Pog cham lets go!!
YO Ghast look like fucking flying Nether jellyfish
Please Tommy ride the fucking ghast
Ride the Ghast!!
I think it looks more like an octopus
NO, ITS A JELLYFISH, I WILL THROW HANDS.
Ride the fucking ghast Tommy, we are waiting.
He turned around and noticed someone run past the tunnel, his heat picking up at the sight, the thumping in his chest was starting to become unbarable. He quickly backed up keeping his eyes on the ghast in front of him. He took a running start and jumped, landing on the ghast. It cried on impact and soared off, Tommy clutched the ghast, hoping to himself that he wasn't hurting the docile creature. He held his eyes shut, he was only slightly afraid of heights. Phil had traumatized him young.
This is amazing!
He’s actually riding a ghast!
POG FUCKING CHAMP!!!
SKY HIGH BB SKY HIGH
Guys stop being spazes
Tommy could almost feel the eye roll from the last voice. He clenched his eyes tighter and slowly opened them, looking around a little before seeing just how beautiful the Nether realm really was. He lifted his head high, seeing the other creatures wandering around. Some even seemed to be waving at him, he waved back not fully understanding if they could really see him, or why they would wave.
The ghast kept up its flight, bringing Tommy farther and farther away from his portal, from his once home. Could he really call it a home when he didn't feel welcome? No he couldn't. The Nether was his home now, and that felt right. This is the place that loved him, this is the place that accepted him. He knew it was only a feeling, but there were no over-world like creatures in the nether so they couldn't really tell him otherwise.
This place was so pretty, vast forest stretching over lava pools. Giant trees reaching high into the sky up to the top of the Nether. Overhangs filled with life, and underpasses pushing life into a secret corner. The different colors of the biomes made it feel so diverse here. Even though he had only seen five or so biomes, it seemed so surreal to Tommy, and he loved it. He slowly let himself rise, standing on top of the ghast body turning around and basking in the new world around him.
“Wwwwwwww Oooooooohhhhhhhh Ooooooooo,” He yelled out, spreading his arms out, feeling the air push past him, blowing his hair up and out of his face as he watched the Nether float by.
“This is fucking amazing!” He shouted, he knew then, just like he had when he first entered the Nether that this was finally where he was meant to be. This was the home that he had never known, the home that once he found it, he could never leave. He was home, he was finally home.