I had pirates of the Caribbean on my mind recently, specifically the song “hoist the colors” who’s lyrics reference the binding of Calypso(the queen) by Davy Jones(the king) to a mortal body(bones) after having taken her from the sea, her place of rest. This caused the pirates to sail the seas without fear of unnatural storms and wrath. Thus the lyrics “The king and his men stole the queen from her bed, and bound her in her bones, the seas be ours and by the powers, where we will we’ll roam.” Which is immensely cool and such an ominous melody but ALSO. What if Minecraft.
So i have the idea that the same song applies to my favorite white boys in mcyt. But what I want requires a bit of backstory. So Kristian is the goddess not of death, but simply the “other side of the coin.” She is the opposite of DreamXD, the god of light and life and creation and order. She represents everything that humanity hates, she is the monsters in the dark and the void beneath our feet. She is the creeping death in our homes and the war in our fields. When the crops begin to rot and decay, it is because of her. When the soldiers return bloodied and broken, it is because of her. When crime runs rampant the and the people go mad, it is because of her. When there is death in your home and grief in your heart. It was because of her.
She cannot cover the entire world by herself of course, so she created an aspect. A helper of sorts. His wings were as black as her wonderful crows and his eyes were cold and merciless. He was Philza, her little reaper. She did not raise him, of course, she was incapable of such acts of creation. But what she was capable of, was love. Love is the middle ground of life and death. It has caused innumerable wars, has plunged nations into starvation, it causes insanity and killed many. It has built homes and entwined the lost, it creates life just as easily as it takes it away. And Kristen fell in love with Philza.
Death and her angel continued to ravage the land. But now things were, less. Kristian was happier. She started to care for little things she never noticed before, started to understand things she had hated. Her attack on humanity slowly started to cease. She decided, that if she could not create, could not rear a child of her own, then she would have Phil do it.
She brought her angel three infants, all created just as he was with her power and will, and entrusted to him that she would come to visit, but she could take no part in the caregiving. They both knew that she loved them still, but she simply told him that they would take on other aspects. The first was a child seemingly in the image of the violent race of piglins, with eyes as red as war and sharp teeth. The second was seeming shifting in his hands, the grass died and withered around him, his eyes and hair were as brown as rot and there was a sickly sweet scent in the air. The third child had hair like spun gold and the eyes of the sky, he was active and loud, shrieking with glee. They would be the other 3. Thus the horsemen were born.
They continued in this way for a few years, Kristen fulfilling her duty and Phil only occasionally keeping her company. But one day, Kristen was… taken. She doesn’t quite know what happened herself. But she remembers a circle, she remembers black eyes. She was sealed to the mortal body of a woman about her stature, amusingly named Trixten. She had apparently been killed when the goddess had forcedly inhabited her body, but she lived in a small cottage in the woods, with a little garden. Kristen was… unsure about taking care of the garden, to say the least.
However, to Philza, there was nothing, not a single sign of her but a single dying crow, fading away as it croaked desperately. Philza felt grief for the first time. He would find his goddess. And he would raise hell to do it. (While being a single father to the actual children of damnation of course)
