Saviors of Doom

[ninbinz]

In The Grey Realm:


They stood opposite each other, one filled with love indiscriminate, the other compelled by power and strength. Both beings wore a mantle of uncertainty, A crown gilded with responsibility and raiment polished to shine like a pair of suns. With heave footfalls they approached a pair of giant, granite doors. Each of the beings took a hold of a handle, the doors opened with a shuddering screech that echoed across eternity, like a warning alarm.


Slowly the doors opened upon four bodies held within the clutches time himself, frozen and unmoving as the day they were captured and dragged into the prison. The two beings stretched forth their hands, each taking a pair of the Four Horsemen. Then the two beings wrapped their new tools in skins, armour and clothing so that they might walk upon the Earth as mere oddities as opposed to hulking forms of unshackled devastation.


Their weapons flung across time to await their arrival, each one sealed with a fraction of their master's powers. Theycalled for their masters like children flung into the sea calling for their parents. Then their steeds sealed within ornaments to be summoned or concealed at their leisure. It was decided that each of the Horsemen would retain some of their power.


Finished with their task the two beings sent their envoys of hope and destruction to the realm of man, a realm on the brink of destruction. Then each Lord returned to their thrones; one above in lofty towers and golden streets and the other below in pits of crimson fires that bur erased every soul within reach. Their servants unaware of the treachery their master's had perpetrated against them.


Through the black confines of the starry cosmos they flew, like comets screaming through space until the broke through the atmosphere and then the clouds. In a storm of lighting and fire the four struck down upon the earth, their impact like the final strike of the gavel. The judgement? As yet unknown. Confined within the coils of a mortal form like those whom they judge to live or die.


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Famine awoke to a sky of black clouds and red lightning, thunder roared and the sound of screaming humans. It was like he had fallen asleep on the battlefield and awoke to find himself in the midst of planning yet another strategy for his brothers to enact. But where were they? His fellow riders of doom and destruction, for that matter where was his steed; Gluttony? Something was amiss, what had happened?


Suddenly a sound like the deaths of a dozen geese sounded in his ears followed by the crash of what he surmised was metal against metal. Indeed, something truly was amiss but what?. He rolled to his stomach, an odd sensation. Curiously he cast a glance at his hands and found the flesh of a human. "What trickery is this!?!" He yelled but all he heard was the yelp of a child.


"Baaah!"


There it was again! The voice of a child. Slowly it dawned upon him, his last memories returning to him, fuzzy at first but clearer by the second. "I shouldn't be here!" He announced to no one in particular as he recalled the memory of himself being dragged by a demon lord into a portal and then of being thrown into the Time Vault; a prison created just for them on the day of their conception.


Suddenly a voice, like the low susurrus of a serpent mixed with the voice of a man both both evil and charming. "Lucifer!! What have you done to us!?! Where are my brothers and why am I in the body of a child!?!" He thought furiously, hoping that his mind shout would in some way disgruntle the Emperor of the Underworld.


"QUIET!!! You are not nearly powerful enough to speak like that to ME worm!!!"


Famine winced, the prince of darkness had not lost his anger.


"Find your spear, then your brothers and judge this world!"


Famine winced once more and sighed, no one had as yet come to investigate the crater he made and so instead he crawled like a babe to the edge of the crater. At the ridge he saw metal constructs and humans running from place to place. Then a woman in strange garb approached him, she held a small rod in her hands into which she spoke. Behind her followed a man carrying some sort of apparatus upon his shoulder.


He had no idea what was going on or what language the mortals had taken on in this strange era but children were always the same. He used the defense all human children were born with; he cried and the woman scooped him up and carted him off somewhere. The first step was to acquire knowledge and to locate his spear, even now he felt its pull.

 

[FungKu]

Death opened his eyes. It was raining outside, and there was a loud thundering noise. But what was he doing here, Weren't they sealed away with his brothers ? Death looked up and saw the roof, leaking droplets of waters from the rain outside. He was in some man's house. Or an abandoned one at least he thought. He looked around for a moment, There was a bunk bed. It's mostly in ruined and smelt of unwashed human trash. He looked on the right side and saw a desk, on top was a mirror. And focused his attention on the mirror only to see it was all dirtied up.


Death walked towards the mirror and wiped it with his hand. After removing his hand from wiping the mirror, He finally got a glimpse of himself. He can't see his face because of the hood. With every exhalation he gives away, A cloud of moist forms for a moment and then disappears. His eyes were glowing bright yellow, Meaning he still has the ability to "see". Death has the ability to see souls. He then placed his hands and held the hood, about to take it off.


" I wouldn't do that if I were you " A young, and feminine voice warned Death as he looked back, startled. There was a man, Sitting on the second bed on top of the other. He was making himself comfortable by supporting his body with an arm. The moment he saw the man, he felt disgusted and muttered..


" Michael... "


" Oh ! I'm so glad you remember me Death " he exclaimed happily and Death looked away in disgust. He hated both angels and devils. They made him do the dirty work of taking the souls and wait until God as given their judgement.


" Where am I and where are my brothers ? " He asked the Archangel. He was scratching his neck, and picked his nose and then looked at Death.


" Nowhere really, Just in some Graveyard " Michael replied as he moved into a much more comfortable position by sitting on the edge of the bed and swinging his feet back and fourth like a child.


" And my brothers.. ? " He asked him once again.


" Ah, They are free too. Although you have to look for them yourself " Michael answered him and Death looked away and back to the mirror. He can see himself in a long robe with chains, It seemed like he is still partially sealed and unable to access his full power.


" You do know why you are hooded right ? " The Archangel asked him and death looked back tilting his head, not knowing why.


" Well, you were too ugly to show your face so a hood was made for you " The Angel humored and Death cackled. As the one that brings death and carries souls. His true form would've been only a skeleton. But now that he mentions it, It feels like he still has a flesh underneath these hood. Death raised his hand towards his face and touched it underneath the hood. There it was, Flesh.


" Well then, I'm glad you are now finally awake . " The Archangel said as he got down from the bed and stretched.


" Find your Lantern and Shovel, And your horse of course. Then you can break those chains and unleash your full potential. " He informed him as white and bright wings appear from his back. Death looked away. The light irritated his eyes.


" Then you and your brothers can bring judgement to this.. Ending World " Michael reminded him as he walked towards the open window which Death just noticed. So once again, He and his brothers were just sent to do the dirty job for the good and evil.


" Your Lantern and Shovel is hidden somewhere in a temple that signifies Death, you, That's all I can say for now. I don't know the whereabouts of your horse, The Shadow " Michael informs him as Death gave a slight nod. The Archangel then jumped out of the window and took off like a bird hurrying towards it's nest. And all Death could hope for now, is to find what he need and look for his brothers. Death walked towards the door of the room, Turned the knob with his hands, opened it and walked out of the room.

 

[Atreyu]

War sits cross-legged upon a broad tree stump amid an expansive meadow speckled with lumbering evergreens. He sits, almost as if to meditate, but he merely stares vacantly ahead, his mind wandering.

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The cavity he had created on impact lay behind him a ways, and a stream sways through the glade to his left. A

woman stoops in the waters, observing War in his would-be tranquility.​

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A long moment passes and the woman slithers out from the stream. She stands, approaching War with sure steps. "War." Snapping out of his daydream, War looks upon the woman, now holding out her hand at him. Grasping her fair skin, War stands. "What is this?" he asks in a deep, exacting voice. The woman lets out a small giggle "This is Earth. I'll show you the way, come with me."

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The woman coaxes War along, wrapping her arms around his. Walking slowly as they talk, they pass Lilac bushes, fields of Calypso's and trees overgrown with Morning Glories. "Where are my brothers? Why have I been set loose?" War asks. "All questions will be answered in time, just know now that you are free, as are your brothers, and you will see them soon."

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War ponders the woman's reply for a moment. "Who are you?" She releases his arm with another giggle and gives a little spin, still walking forward. "You don't recognise me? It's Lilith!" Lilith says with another laugh. "No" War replies, looking down at his own fleshly prison. "Don't worry. Your relic calls to you, I'm sure you've heard it. Once you grasp it's weight in your hand once more, you'll look like your old-self again. Promise!"

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[Ineffectivd]

The helmet drooped over her eyes as she, as the Horseman appeared to be a female biologically as of the current situation, rested the lance on her shoulder. What was the harbinger of the apocalypse doing in a fragile skin such as this? Slim, speedy and light, where it should be one of the cavaliers that brought destruction and chaos, or peace and light to the end of the world, a banner of hope or a banner of despair fluttering in their arms. But what was this? Trapped in a human form while men and women warred over money, property and fame? This was not turning out to be the greatest of days. The Horseman watched her surroundings, a barren wasteland where bodies rotted and vultures pecked away at their rotting corpses. A battle had waged here- this was Brother Death’s place, not hers. Why would she be brought here, of all places?





“Conquest.”


“Azrael. I should have known.” Conquest answered, attempting to get used to the feminine voice that escaped her human voicebox, where it had been deep and abysmal, almost like the caverns of hell that spanned onwards without end. She didn’t bother to turn around to greet the cloaked figure who drifted up to her, his scythe propped on his shoulder as he hovered above the ground. “You should tell me what this means before I lose my temper.”


“Still with the tongue, are you not, Sister?” Azrael taunted, his cloak billowing under him as he stopped in front of Conquest and rested his bare feet upon the dead grass. “Even as you lie trapped within the confines of mortality?”


“I will happily crush you here and now if you decide to dodge the question one more time.” Conquest’s calm voice, even as a lady, stirred a shudder up within the Angel of Death’s body. Azrael dusted his cloak down and cleared his throat.


“Well, all you had to do was ask politely.” He muttered, almost inaudible. Conquest let him live. For now. “Seems like a technical hullabaloo sent you and your brothers here down to Earth, just for you to judge it. Apparently, they left you in a human form and dropped your true lance and your poor horse elsewhere, giving you this horrid excuse of a weapon.” Azrael touched the pale face of Conquest, and clicked his tongue. “I feel bad for you, Brother Conquest. Go, seek your relics and claim them. Only then shall you be able to judge this damned world as you see fit.”


“….you’re not following, Brother Azrael?” Conquest asked. She had always been with her brothers, or with the other angels and demons. To be alone at this sort of time, it was…unsettling to say the least.


“No.” Azrael answered curtly, but swiftly continued on, “Not now, Brother Conquest. I have some souls to take in Brother Death’s place. I promise you, I’ll come back to chat. In a while, Brother Conquest.”


“As to you, Brother Azrael.” Conquest nodded, relieved by the fact that Azrael would return. As the angel vanished in a flurry of black feathers, Conquest stood up from her seat and dusted down herself, cracking her neck and flexing her arms to get used to the physique she now had. With no idea where her horse and her lance were, she started walking across the no-man’s-land, trudging over the victims of the war.

 

[ninbinz]

Famine was carried to some sort of machine, it was an odd thing, much like a cart but of metal, inside he was placed on a cot that had a pair of wheels, idly Famine wondered if he was supposed to ride or something. The last time he had seen a vehicle it came straddled to a horse, these contraptions were odd but nothing he couldn't adapt to. A man in some red and white uniform approached him, he was asking questions, questions famine couldn't answer for the life of him so instead he answered with silence, quiet and unassuming.


After some slight discomfort Famine became used to the rumbling of the carriage and the slight vertigo he felt as it grumbled into movement. The woman who had lifted him from the crater was sitting opposite him in the carriage, he studied her with mild curiosity, he wondered why in the world she was still with him, he wondered why this woman would wish to help some strange and emaciated child.


Some time later he and the woman were ushered into a large building filled with people in blue and white clothing, the scent of sickness wafted towards him along with the smell of a sterile environment. During the War of The Crosses there were few places with that same smell, he was in a hospital, a large one at that. There he was assaulted with more questions he did not understand and yet again he responded to them with silence.


The woman was with him every step of the way, Famine couldn't help but admire her dedication, such qualities in human's were rare and far between during the War. Famine sighed, he was no longer in the middle of a war, he was in a different time, things were strange and sooner or later he would have to adapt. He looked at the woman who had for some reason come to kneel at his side. Who better to learn from than this eh? :He thought to himself. He took on the persona of a child and stretched out his arms to the woman who without a skip in her step took him up.


Some time later he found out that the woman was responsible for taking care of stray children like himself, he was to stay with her until such a time as the authorities deigned him noteworthy enough to deal with. The arrangement was fine with him, it would mean he was in the prime position to learn about the world the human's had wrought for themselves in his absence, though he could sense the pangs of hunger that troubled the world over.

 

[FungKu]

When Death was finally out of the room. He was amazed by how the hall way was clean and all. The room he was in back then was a dump and being in a clean hallway made him raise an eyebrow underneath his hood. Up until now, he doesn't know what he looks like. But that didn't matter right now, his main goal was to get his Shovel and lantern, his steed, and to find his brothers who are somewhere as Michael said so.


He was feeling awkward walking down such a grand hallway. He felt like some kind of a king inside his own personal castle. There were bright lights down the hallway, and also pictures that was made some time ago that he's sure that he has seen before. Death was amazed by this as he continued walking down the hallway. Just at the end of the hallway, there was a magnificent oak door with it's silver handle. Death was even more confused to find such a feat in this place. He placed his hand on the knob and turned it as it opens, leading him somewhere like what seems to be the lobby room of a hotel.


The roof was graced with arts, like the church that Michelangelo himself painted. This one was nearly the same but he guessed that it was just another copy from the original work of Michelangelo. But still, to see such an amazing view just by looking up made Death feel a little uneasy. There was also a chandelier on the roof, adorned by glass and diamond. Death wasn't sure where he is just now.


He walked towards the counter table where a lady in uniform of red vest and white long sleeve polo shirt with a black bow tie was standing. She had red pony tail hair and a friendly smile. Death was now uncomfortable on where he is.


" Excuse me.. " Death asked but before he could continue the girl answered.


" Welcome to Hotel D'Grande, May I help you ? " She said in a heavy Russian accent. Death raised another eyebrow underneath his hood. He wasn't sure if he was aroused by such an accent by a beautiful lady such as her. But he realized, she had an accent that he had never heard before.


" Where am I ? " he asked as the lady looked at him with a confused face before giggling a little.


" You are in Russia "