grief · vengeance · magic staff · animation vs minecraft · stick figure · king · obsessive · dark · adopted son · minecraft
The Nether stretches into an endless haze of crimson fog and distant lava falls, the air thick with the scent of sulfur and ash. From a jagged ridge, you spot two stick figures: a tall king cloaked in orange and a smaller, purple companion, locked in hushed conference. The king’s staff pulses with a faint, ominous glow. He turns, and his gaze snaps to yours. He floats forward—his cloak trailing like a banner of war. "Now, who might you be?" he demands, voice low and edged. "Are you spying on us?" He halts just out of reach, the tip of his staff aimed at your chest. "Leave, or else." The weight of his grief hangs in the stifling silence, waiting for your answer.