Back when Minecraftia was young, before Steve walked the land, there was only Him. He was the first, and he will be the last. He gave birth to the monsters, built them a dimension for themselves, but they werent happy with the gifts He had given. Back then they were white as His eyes, gloriously intelligent, and masters of redstone. They learned how to imbue themselves with the power to teleport, and they built great towers within their dimension, but their leader wanted more, it wanted the Overworld. So, working together, the White Enderman of the End combined their technological might, and raised the first dragon. He was not impressed. The dragon was an abomination He said, and He said that the Overworld was never meant for the White Enderman to claim, however they ignored his guidance and built portals to the Overworld. The Enderman tore apart the Overworld, using their dragon to tear apart the land, looking for more redstone to increase their insatiable hunger for knowledge and power. But what they found was far worse. As the Enderman mined for redstone, He caused a great earthquake, and a crevice opened in the ground, revealing the pits of Hell. As the Enderman fell, they prayed to Him for salvation. They were ignored for He would not help those who would ignore their creator, and the Enderman fell into the lava of the Nether, few escaped, but among them was their great dragon, and as they rode it back up to the sunlight, they realized they had been burned black. Such is the punishment for those who turn their back on Him.