"O Notch, creator of villager-kind, we bow before you!" the Elder Villager chanted as Notch descened from the sky. 
"You may now petition Notch," Herobrine said, welcoming those gathered to ask Notch for help. Notch and Herobrine had chosen to refrain from reading thoughts, so every seven days they came down from the heavens to assist their creation, and for it to worship them.
"O great creator," one cried, "Let rain fall from the sky, to ripen my crops."
"Very well," Notch replied, "May it rain." Notch thought of the rain, and the thought became real.
Another villager came to Notch and said, "Notch, look and see that some souls have departed from their bodies. They have left the body's to rot, and the spirits only moan and wail about this."
Notch recalled that he had thought of death when making his creatures. He called the gathering to a close, and returned to the sky.
"Fear not, villagers, Notch will return in seven days, and your problems will be given solutions," Herobrine assured, and then he too returned to the sky.
"Notch, why did you depart? " Herobrine asked, "There are still villagers with problems unresolved."
"Brother," Notch replied, as they had chosen to call each other that, "Our people are under the curse of death. I shall not unthink it, but use it as a way to judge souls."
"How so?" Herobrine asked.
"I will make a floating land here, in the sky, and call it Aether, or Gods' Air. It will be a joyful, bountiful, and beautiful place for those souls who were righeous and obediant," Notch replied
"And for the wicked and disobediant souls?" Herobrine urged Notch on.
"They will face a fire like never seen, one that shall never be quenched. They will burn, and there souls will be made like pigs, to live among the mud and sand. They will have a meaningless eternity to suffer," Notch replied coldly.
"That seems too cruel for even the greatest sinner. Rather have them live in a finite lump of rock. Have them live in isolation and shame, to contemplate their wrongdoing. Give them a chance to live again, if they suffer for the lenght of their mortal life without struggling against this sentence." Herobrine suggested, wanting to as kind as possible, while still being just.
"Very well," Notch agreed, "After all, you are to be the the keeper of both realms. Every seven days, when I desend to help the living, you are to judge the dead."
"I accept," Herobrine said, ready to be more than a simple herald, "I will do my job with all fairness and humility."
They then went about making each realm. The Aether was made up of two large islands, one for each deity. Notch had a quartz palace embellished with lapis lazuli and diamonds. Herobrine had a palace of stone brick, adorned with emerald and gold. Each palace contained a portal to the ground, and Herobrine's had a portal to the desolate rock. There also were other, smaller islands. Some were coverd with pine and oak forests, others with fields of fruit, and others with gardens of flowers, Here was the first place it ever snowed, for no other place was high enough yet to not recive rain. The land for the wicked was made of white stone, and the sky around it was black. Around the island, tall black pillars stood, each one inscribed with one of the commands of Notch, in the hopes that when the time came for them to live again, they would know how to live. Both righeous and wicked souls were given new bodies in their lands. Aether souls were dressed in white, and were given bodies like their original, but they would be unflawed. They also had wings to fly from island to island. Souls of the rock had tall, thin, and black bodies with purple eyes. As they were what happend after the 'end of errored men,' they became know as Endermen. These souls despised to have there penitential bodies looked at, and were so filled with shame they would kill anyone that looked at them, for they felt as they were being judged yet again.

Thanks for taking time to read Chapter 2 of Mincraft's Book of Ancients. Please leave suggestions in the comments, and be on the lookout for more chapters!