The Smell Of Home

Yet, As The Locusts Were Carried By The One Who Summoned The Horsemen By Default, They Had Not Yet Spread To The Others Who Lingered In The Remains Of The Veritas, Which Was Nothing But 'The Void,' Considering All That Is The Veritas Was Uprooted From The Lost World. All They Had Was A Putrid Facsimile And Deluded Vision. Fortunately, That Was All They Needed Was Delusion And Distortion Of The Truth. Now They Would Bear Witness.

Zeik: -Frozen ruins were scattered about Vescrutia's surface after the collapse of the Veritas. Zeik had been searching the many icy island for a new companion of his, Fenri. A wispy gray flame would begin to stir in the distance behind Fenri. The flame was gentle and bared his intention in full allowing him to approach Fenri without instigating a fatal clash.

Ironically i've come to speak to him about a similar matter.

-He said. Glancing over Fenri's shoulder at Savaj, reminiscing in their last meeting in the Astral Chaos. All parties present had sought the alliance with the other, except fenri of course The lone Alpha starved wolf.

Savaj: Good, then you can vouch I'm one of the good guys, yeah?

-Savvy said dropping his hands fo his sides and vanquishing his robe into fleeting ribbons of black, revealing himself in efforts to dismiss any ambiguities. Zeik's apearance was honestly the last thing on his mind but could possibly make this trip ten times easier. He looked back over to Fenri, who was still fueling a dance of azure inferno. He could sense that he was in some sort of internal flux, practically begging for an outlet or punching bag, and Savaj wasn't really looking forward to a round two. With Zeik's presence came a sense of calm and heir of order. Should the two of them be familiar of each other, perhaps that could ease tension through the transitive relationship.-

Look, we got bad blood. But I'm not trying to make friends, I'm trying to save lives. And I don't like admitting it but I'm going to need help.

Fenri: *In the time Savaj and Zeik traded words, the petal tornadoes grew in their density. The swirling sheets of ice packed in to form two gigantic mangled arms of ice, complete with long mangled fingers to match. They stretched their digits, creaking and popping Azure Flame from their joints before clenching into two frozen fists raised to the sky.*

Is that Zeik?

Seems to be. What could he possibly want.

This day just got more frustrating.

*From inside the Azure Flame, Fenri felt Zeik's presence hit the scene as well. They were on good terms, having come to an agreement on the preservation of the future of Vescrutia and a plan to make that happen. It calmed his mind with Zeik around. A like minded individual with a strong sense of self and of justice, they ran parallel lives and never crossed each other. Zeik was an upstanding man with a Kingdom at his back, what a grand pack to run with. Fenri could learn a few things from the Hellgate.

But Zeik and Savaj being there at the same time couldn't have been a conincidence. And Fenri still planned to cut loose and unload on Savaj, hopefully Zeik wouldn't intervene when these Titanic Fists blazed with Azure Flame and thrashed in Savaj's direction. Which they did, clad in a blaze of blue fire they slammed and smashed in the direction of the shadow cloak without any restraint, no holding back. Each strike of the hammer fists pummeled a frozen crater in the ground in their aim to bury Savaj with them. Hopefully he didn't move to get Zeik caught up in the frozen fury.*

This Consumption Did Not Take Very Long, For In The Cesspool Of Void That Each Walked Upon, There Were Already Locusts Waiting For Them, Eating At Their Very Life Forces Under Their Noses. Every Shred Of A Drain Of Chakra From All Three Of Them Meant Less Life Force. What Looked To Them To Be Veritas Remains Was Nothing But The Abyss; The Void Where The Locusts Were Most Prominent. The Void Served As A Gateway For Them, As Well, Making That Entire Village A Beacon And A Hub. Savaj, Who Was Affiliated With 'The Facsimile Of The Veritas' Would Be The First To Be Eaten Upon Being Nearest To Zeik. Fenri, However, Was Protected Until The Locusts Could Penetrate The Azure Flame. Yet, They Would Be Able To Consume It, As Well, Once They Had The Opening.

Savaj: -Savaj's eyes patiently watched on as Fenri prepared his conclusive verdict on his unannounced appearance, and they bulged and widened as he tryed grasping the full depth of those icy gavels. Before Zeik could reply and Fenri could smite them both, Sav let out a sigh and clasped his hands together, vanishing in a silvery blue flash of chrono chakra right on contact. -

So much for using our words, huh?.

-The Psion voice pinged in Fenri's private mental space, reappearing high enough in the frosty clouds to get a proper look at these titanic appendages of frosty judgement and the aftermath. His legs were folded and he had been performing an intricste sequence of handsigns for an undisclosed amount of time. Even without his signature jacket, a shirt, or shoes, he was unbothered from the tundra's winds. His expression conveyed reluctance but his response would be all the more relentless.-

Fine.. I gotta better idea anyway.

Zeik: -Zeik avoided direct eye contact with both Fenri and Savaj, his body and mind keeping his distance from the two. He did hear what Savaj had asked him, but...wasn't sure how to respond. Zeik did not share trust easily and this kid, was nothing short of a problem to be.

It would appear convenient for vescrutia if Fenri and Zeik were quell this brewing enigma, but such hasteful actions weren't of Order in Chaos. It was neither the Astral ambition, nor the Foxhoud's mission to pass down judgement. If Zeik's blade had to pass judgement, it should and would cross all realities.-

"Vescrutia has lived for a millennium and then some, making my 6000 years of breathing...childsplay in the grand tapestry;but, in those ages i can say this. She, Vescrutias, has seen a few grand men...none of which I have had the pleasure of meeting. Strive as we may to cast light as pristine as our fore fathers. You and I are on speaking terms because of your...intellect, i presume. If you had the strength on your own, i'd be on my way to antiquity...wouldn't I Emissary of the Shadows.

Fenri: *Smooth words from the Hellgate Supreme, but Fenri heard nothing through the smash and crash of the Titan's fists whaling on the frost scorched earth next to Zeik. Presumably, he remained unscathed and untouched by the fury, none of which was aimed at him.*

Kazzasssssshh...

*The pair of arms made a final smash once Savaj moved positions to "safety". The crash left them laid in a heavy pile of frozen petals, a bank of snow to accent the flaming flower with its own frosty stem. But just as those arms laid to rest, two swaths on either side of the Azure Flower grew like tsunamis from the ocean, heading right for each other with Savaj above smack dab in the middle.*

He's trying to read your mind. He must really need to talk to you.

Good luck with that.

*Fenri scoffed out loud, the static sound he heard as Savaj's attempt to make an easy line of communication effectively walled. He stood engulfed in Azure Flame, that ethereal fire that made the corporeal and metaphysical oh so frosty. Savaj's presence made a light snowfall, his foreboding presence permeating the air and being frozen by fire, his psychic powers would have to make it through the fire to reach Fenri's head.

Fenri stood calm and relaxed, knowing no mind games could be played. The Titan's arms reformed in the petal wave and aimed to give Savaj the biggest thunder-clap swat, smashing him quickly and justly. The palms of the Titan burned with Azure Flame to keep a perfectly preserved trophy of his kill. Fenri's focus was easy to keep while his Pact Price had a target to aim this rage for. If Savaj was smart, he would make a retreat and try again another day, but that seemed to be rather unlikely.*

The Mark Of Shamefulness Was Heavy On The Head Of Hellgate And The Minion Of Evil, Savaj, For The Two Of Them Sought To Coerce The One Who Harbored The Frosty Flames Of Death Into Their Own Wicked Palm. Fortunately, Even Whilst Blinded, He Was Still Quite Sensible, Which Was To His Advantage In The Spiritual Battle.

As The Ice Titan Manifested, So Did Death's Horse; Sleipnir. Yet, The Pale Horse Did Naught But Stand Over The All Of Them, Gazing Down With An Icy Stare As Cold As The Azure Flame Itself. It Was Waiting. The Silent Hum Of The Invisible Locusts Continued Their Feed Upon Savaj And Zeik, But Death's Horse Made No Move Nor Sound. It Waited Patiently As The Babes Consumed Their Feed Before Its Feet.

Savaj:
~KKRRZZZKRRRZZZTTKKKKZZZZZKZZXZZXXKKZZZZ~



What the hell is this-


-Savaj's psionic chakras were scrambled upon breeching the wolf's perimeter, crashing blindly into a storm of arctic, azure interference. His telepathic reconnaissance sounded more like white noise being frozen with every loose bolt of static crystalized in its own cocoon of ice. It snapped Savaj's bridge to Fenri's subconscious, jarring his own mental stability with some gnarly psionic recoil. But before he could verbally express his confusion and distaste of his situation, and face Zeik with quite the snappy comeback, Fenri's wrath persisted further. -

Shit!!

-Those enormous claws reformed in a flutter of turquoise sakura petals and oddly chilled embers, screaming through the eerie snowfall in attempts to collect Savaj's corpse in its clutches. And from there, mold a crimson gem of his frozen blood and entrails to decorate his undoubtedly ice carved trophy mantle. Good thing Savaj finished those nifty handsigns..

The thunderous clap of blood and ice created a resounding BOOM!, raising concussive waves that could temporarily waft away all sound and snow petals but hopefully not provoke any avalanches. However an accentuated vermillion gleam pierced the stark veil of doom that was Savaj's circumstance just prior to collision, and it leered directly and only at Fenri. The activation of his Mangekyo irrigated scarlet streams from his eyes but also gifted him with a power he deemed most appropriate to combat the to Azure Flame. It allowed him to see vibrational threads, knots, and strings interacting with each other and infinitely propagate throughout space. They maintained laws and stability of reality, and Savaj could dissolve or erase them with a single pluck.

Falling from a dark portal without a battle cry, and for the most part unscathed from the tita rage clap, Savaj drilled down on Fenri's cage of Azure fire with nothing to confront the wolf but a punitively erected index finger. Tipped at his nail however had been a single talon of silvery, crackling energy. Savaj seemed unbothered by the crashing tsunami's of magical flames about him, but honestly if he broke his focus for a second Fenri would check him. At this range, he couldn't depend on another Dark Corridor to usher him to safety in the nick of time. It was time for some close quarter combat.

The left side of his face and mouth was packed under a sheet of ice still smoldering with the Azure flame, keeping his snarky comebacks to snarky mumbles. However, the air around his lunging arm and body tore and contorted the arctic air, not extinguishing the magical hellfire shrouding Fenri foot to crown, but parting its stream like a curtain. Fenri's reflexes were keen as fuck, so Savaj had less than moments to effectively catch him off guard and "relaxed". By using his sharingan, Savaj's finger peeled and pulled space itself as if it were elastic in his path and attemtping to pry open a temporary gap in Fenri's multi-purpose defenses. All the while, Savaj's other hand was already in the process of cooking up some cocktail of sickly, emerald green energies. The contents of which literally shed the flesh and blood from his fingers into ribbons of ash and smoke.-

Fenri: *Blinded, Fenri only had his remaining senses to rely on. His ears caught a resounding boom that shook the former foundation of the only place he called home. It rang as an alarm to light the fire kept around his wrist, the Cosmic Weight shone brightly and its brilliance was smothered with the Azure glow of the flames engulfing him. Fenri's body knelt to all four of his arms and legs, as low as possible knowing Savaj was above him.*

Don't be stupid.

*Rang out in his mind over the slowly waning whispers of carnage, enjoying their fill of this battle and Savaj's vocal range. The Azure Flame in Fenri's immediate vicinity began to recede, growing into a much taller ring encasing the combatants. As the flames fell to the wayside, Fenri's clothes and hair, rocky frozen debris from the former Crystalline Domicile began to float freely. The Cosmic Weight's area of influence reduced the gravity enough for Fenri to maintain a foothold on the ground and sense Savaj's approach. Without his eyesight, Fenri had to make some adjustments.

Savaj came in boiling hot, directly for Fenri on the warpath. Fenri only felt him in the air but had no gauge of exactly how close or far Savaj was, only an approximation from the parting influence in the gravity well. That was more than enough.

Fenri rolled over twice, presumably out of the way of Savaj's dive, and jumped into the air, rising with a powerful fist pointed toward the sky. His clothes and body floated aimlessly and the sheer force of gravity being pulled up from the ground ripped slabs of frozen earth from the foundation beneath. With Savaj in the area of influence, he was suspended in midair as well, somewhere between the rocks and rubble that dotted the forceless void. Blind Fenri was blind, but smelled Savaj close. That was a liability he felt better controlling so the gravity well froze everything in place, the rocks, rubble, Fenri and Savaj, all suspended in a zero gravity space lock surrounded by Azure Flame.

The ideal situation to be in? No. But being in control of the situation benefited Fenri a bit more from this angle. His remaining senses made up a decent network for him to navigate the world, but in close quarters combat he remained at a disadvantage. For now.

With them suspended in midair, Fenri took the moment to speak to the man who came with peace at hand. That was enough reason for them to be able to talk in this suspended state, if the situation hadn't escalated too far for Savaj to forego diplomacy. Everything thus far might as well have been the angry throes of a wild child, but Fenri literally couldn't help himself. He felt no remorse, but knew the man came with peace so at this range and with that energy burnt off, the pact whispers waning, Fenri could speak.*

You couldn't just leave me alone?

*The rubble hid Savaj and Fenri from each others' sight, but they knew the other remained in the vicinity. Fenri kept himself guarded and the Cosmic Weight ready to move at a moment's notice.*

The Smell Of Savaj Was The Invasion Of The Locusts. They Were Now Feasting Upon Fenri, As Well, Though Not To The Same Degree As Zeik, The Carrier, And Savaj, The Harbinger. They Were Far More Afflicted. They Fed Quietly.

Savaj: Fuuck..

-Savaj laughed to himself after getting wedged most uncomfortably between frozen boulders and snowy debris. A portion of face was still tightly packed under a mask of ice, but it couldn't stifle his chuckles.-

Are you talking to me this time?

- He shattered his muzzle with telekinetic pressure after Fenri called out to him with his words rather than his fists. He exhaled an odd sigh of relief, as if he were somehow getting cozy by being lodged and stuck like cattle in a dragon's maw. But at least it was a break from their vindictive showdown.-

I almost got you with that last one.

-The green cocktail of energy in his left now completely engulfed his fist, boiling firstly but never encroaching beyond his wrist. The other silvery output on his finger extinguished entirely, leaving only the crimson stains on his cheeks from its usage.-

Fenri: Nobody on this planet takes social cues.

*Fenri mumbled under his breath from behind a boulder, crossing his arms and taking a deep breath. In the back of his mind, he felt the gnawing gurgle a little, gnawing at this new sense of calm. The ring of Azure Fire cooling in the background eased away to a much calmer level, its towering flames shrinking to a garden of blue a few inches off the ground.*

Almost doesn't cut it. What do you want and why should I care?

*For a second, Fenri realized that Savaj came to speak and was met with fierce opposition. On Fenri's part, he only acted as he could trying to keep himself from massacring the nearest being with a voice. Savaj undoubtedly helped the man calm down and come to his senses, in his own special kind of way. For that, Fenri was thankful. Barely. He still wanted to be left alone, but Fneri owed the man at least an ear to his plight that forced him this close to the wolf. Whatever brought Savaj here he risked his life for.

Fenri heard him out, but wanted to make it quick. He needed to make plans of his own to deal with this Pact Price.*

As Fenri Allowed The Man To Speak, The Locusts Would Be Allowed To Consume Him Further. Savaj, Being Cunning, Was Able To Bring Them About Through His Words. Thus, The More Fenri Allowed Himself To Hear, The More The Locusts Would Devour His Mind And Eventually Seep Into His Spirit. Yet, They Were Also One With His Azure Flame. Sleipnir Narrowed His Eyes At The Three Of Them, Finding The Three Of Them To Be Most Disappointing Here. They Were A Sorry Sight; A Fallen King, A Masterful Puppet And A Wounded Wolf. That Was All That The Dying Planet Could Offer As Warriors... This Would Not Be A Good Report To The One That Held Their Lives In His Cold, Dead Hands.

Savaj: Right, right, well.. I'm here, as you can probably assume, because my life is in danger. Yours is too, as well as whoever Julia and Terra are.

-Savaj replied far to casually for him to be trapped inbetween boulders and stilagmites smouldering with magical flames but it seemed as if the embers of tension were dying down. He spoke of Fenri's respective treasures without thought, having read his mind on their previous encounter gifted Sav with layers of knowledge concerning the wolf. He continued.-

The whole planet is under the scope actually. I'm not sure if you noticed, or if you're even going to be able to comprehend this buuut.. The Horsemen are here. Death, War, the fairy tale harbingers of doom are here and they plan to do what they do best.

-Without taking a breath he persisted.-

But I don't intend to go out that easily. But I need help.

Fenri: Stay out of my mind.

*Fenri spoke that first and foremost, he enjoyed his privacy and had already been invaded by Savaj once. That's how he lost his eyesight and he planned on keeping the rest of his senses. Those he cherished were his alone and Savaj should have had no knowledge of the, but psychics always kept secrets up their sleeves.

Savaj's revelation of doom came without a flinch from Fenri. He already knew something strange was happening when he met Fenrir, the Godslayer. Not that he expected the whole planet to be in peril lest some crackpot idea by ZK go awry, but things indeed were different. The world smelled different, stressed and strained. Fenrir gave no hint that he was aware of the goings on in the outside world, so Fenri had to figure things out on his own. After losing his sight, he took a hiatus from hunting.*

I have noticed things are... Darker... Lately. But what do you expect me to do with your 'fairy tales'?

*Fenri never came across any such fairy tales in his travels, these Horsemen Savaj spoke of were new to him. If they were the reason the world seemed so unkept, then Savaj might have some credibility. Credibility, but not compliance.*

Savaj: I'd like you to connect the dots.. If I came all this way, fighting through these weird ass freezing flames and dodging an icy tombstone, I obviously NEED your help. Your the key to helping me find something strong enough to keep our skies, our friends, and keep our lives.

-Savaj couldn't help but scoff at Fenri from his icy cocoon. The sky was falling, the earth was rotting, the seas were turning inside out, even the wild life had been accosted by these biblical nefarious harbingers yet no one seemed to be aware of whom were responsible. And after rummaging through Fenri's mind, learning about his savage upbringing, magical altercations with Zk, Kham, Khrona, Maze, the Reality Village, and onwards to his pact agreement with a being known as the "Godslayer", he figured he'd be more accepting to news of invading fairy tale monstrosities.-

I could take you on a field trip if you want. We can visit War's latest attractions of carnage through the lands, observe Famine's and Pestilence's choking corruption of the ether and we can brainstorm on whatever the fuck DEATH is planning. It'll be fun.. Or maybe you and Fenrir actually want to test your mettle against these gods who haunt us, eh? You'd actually make a difference.. Hunting something bigger than that illusive, excuse for a father and a swordsman and save the world at the same time!

The Pale Horse that belonged to Death, named 'Sleipnir,' would narrow his three eyes as he glared into the Mind, Body and Soul of Savaj intrusively, as he had done so very disrespectfully with his gifts to the Lone Wolf. These Eyes were those of Judgment, and the Judgment was not of a Good decree. "The Other One Has Learned The Ways Of The Puffed Chest. The One Of The Dark Hood."

Standing over him in all his hubris, the presence that both existed yet remained existenceless would speak out silently with words that only the Wise could hear and that the Deaf would hear nothing of; "Yet, What Is One Puffed Up By Air Than But A Balloon?" Each of the Locusts came to attention once they heard the voice of their Master speaking, as all good Young Grasshoppers do. They remained attentive and stopped their feeding, waiting for the righteous decree of the Pale Horse on behalf of his Rider.

"Sharp Needles To The Inflated Chest; Directly To The Heart," Sleipnir uttered silently, shaking his cold, emotionless head, "The Lord Hateth A Proud Look."

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-Savaj couldn't help but scoff at Fenri from his icy cocoon. The sky was falling, the earth was rotting, the seas were turning inside out, even the wild life had been accosted by these biblical nefarious harbingers yet no one seemed to be aware of whom were responsible. And after rummaging through Fenri's mind, learning about his savage upbringing, magical altercations with Zk, Kham, Khrona, Maze, the Reality Village, and onwards to his pact agreement with a being known as the "Godslayer", he figured he'd be more accepting to news of invading fairy tale monstrosities.-

Of course, this was in reference to the scoff about knowing something different than another, and believing that knowing something Different was the equivalent of knowing something More. "That Puffed Chest," Sleipnir continued, his shaking head coming to a decisive, yet slow halt, as though his neck were as stiff as the rigor mortis of Death itself. "The Best Way To Deflate Those Of The Puffed Chest Is To Find Their Shortcomings." Looking onto the Locusts that awaited their orders, Sleipnir would speak;

Sleipnir: Find Their Imperfections.
The Ones That Counteract What They Stick Their Chest Out Boastfully And Pridefully For.
If They Say, "I Am Great! The Greatest! There Is None Like Me!"
You Say, "Yet, You Sin, For There Are Others That Sin."
"There Are Those Like You, And You Are No Greater Than They."
And They Will Sit Down.

Sleipnir then turned his head to Zeik, already knowing of his great atrocities and seeking for revenge for foolish reasons, as a Babe would. "Or, As A Child, Become Enraged. Mouth Off." To the Ears Of The Wise, all such Ignorance sounded like nothing but that, with a tinge of Arrogance and Blasphemy. It hurts the Ears of the Hearing and the Minds of the Knowing. "The Lord Hateth A Lying Tongue. And Feet That Rush Into Evil." Both Savaj AND Zeik were SWIFT to rush to the fray, yet they would not run to the aid of the people nor the land that cried out for them. The two of them were more than exposed here and now, and Sleipnir would make sure to carry out the full extent of their nakedness before the Eyes Of The Seeing. "How Quick They Will Be To Rush Into Sin. Yet, How Slow Their Feet Are To Do Good."

Sleipnir turned to Fenri, the Lone Arctic Wolf, whose disposition was just as cold as Death itself, which is how he found Favor in the eyes of the Pale Horse, whose Coldness he found solace in. If he could hear, then Sleipnir would ask in a silence that could only be heard in a manner similar to how Fenrir spake to him, "Ask Them To Do Good. See How Fast They Move." He knew that this would confound them, for there was no goodness in them, and upon being asked, they would come to a grinding halt. They were both very selfish and very Prideful, and thus, cared nothing for any but themselves. The Clarity should have been in the entire scenario; ESPECIALLY For The Hellgate, Who Came To Fenri, Yet Did Not Go To His People. For What Reason, Pray Tell?

Sleipnir continued with a warning to Fenri, knowing that he, too, was still lost in his own Darkness, and thus sought to help him into the Light. "Yet, If You Feed Their Pride... Oh, How Quick They Will Be To Help You Feed Them! They Do Not Rush To What Is Good, Yet Are Quick To Feed Their Sins." These things were signs of Selfish Children, and what good was it for Children; Sinful Children, at that, to be attempting to lead anyone into any sort of glory? "They Are Not Great. Do Not Allow Them To Think They Are."

Azrael, the Angel Of Death, finally spake up as well, saying to the congregation, "This Is How The Lord, The Only True Perfect One, Humbles The Children."

Sleipnir, pleased and humbled, himself, at the speech of the Commander would bow his head, as if in prayer, saying, "We Have Learned Much From Our Father."

Azrael: It Is Time For Others To Learn, Too.

Azrael would then take over, speaking to Fenri directly with great judgment against the Two that had invaded his house, yet could not invade what was Righteous and Good, "How Often Do They Feed You? Yet, Are They Not Quick To Ask For Fodder For Themselves?"

Savaj

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I'd like you to connect the dots.. If I came all this way, fighting through these weird ass freezing flames and dodging an icy tombstone, I obviously NEED your help. Your the key to helping me find something strong enough to keep our skies, our friends, and keep our lives.

Zeik

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Ironically i've come to speak to him about a similar matter.

Azrael: If That Ego Is So Great And Powerful...
Let It Feed Itself.
For, The Ego Is The 'I,' Is It Not?
And That 'I' Stands Alone, Correct?
Then Alone It Shall Be To Search For Food.
Let It Not Ask For A Single Grain Of Rice.

These words were spoken unto the two of them, Zeik and Savaj, whilst, to Fenri, as if conversationally, Azrael would continue, "If It Comes To You As Cain, Saying, 'Do You Like The Work Of My Hands?' It Is Seeking Food. For That Ego. You Do Not Feed It. For, If That Work Of His Hands Is Filled With Sin... Pride, At That..." Azrael and Sleipnir would turn away from the sight of the befouled, as would the Locusts, who were instructed to devour them Blindly from now on, "It Is Not Something You Should Like To Look At. Not Something That Should Be Supported." The work of both of their hands was sinful and amounted only to destruction, including the speech of their mouths, respectively. They spake of only destruction of others, yet not of peace. And even if they spoke of peace, they did nothing to bring it about or enact it within themselves.

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I could take you on a field trip if you want. We can visit War's latest attractions of carnage through the lands, observe Famine's and Pestilence's choking corruption of the ether and we can brainstorm on whatever the fuck DEATH is planning. It'll be fun.. Or maybe you and Fenrir actually want to test your mettle against these gods who haunt us, eh? You'd actually make a difference.. Hunting something bigger than that illusive, excuse for a father and a swordsman and save the world at the same time!

Sleipnir, raising his head: All Such Crops Should Die.
And Know That Cain Is Still Not In The Lord's Favor.
Watch How Swiftly He Will Kill The One Who Is Praised.
Seeking The Praise For Himself.
This Is How Envy Was Birthed.
Do You See How Pride Is The Worst Of The Sins?
We Hate The Envious.

Azrael suddenly intervened, becoming peaceful and humble, himself. He felt no need to speak on the matter any further for the moment. "... Mmm. This Will Do." So too would the Pale Horse fall silent out of respect for this decree, yet not out of inferiority nor superiority... Respect Alone. Azrael continued, "We Shall Bring Upon The Drink Soon And Expose The False Witnesses. We Must Deflate The Puffed Up Chest."

Unison: Amen.

Sleipnir, as well, would remain silent as the Rider that manned him equipped his saddle and readied himself to stir. Now that DEATH was present, the Pale Horse merely raised his head up and awaited the command of the Horseman.

Azrael, looking on from afar, bowed his head and closed his eyes. "Rest In Peace," he uttered, the Locusts following in saying in unison with the Angel of Death, "Amen." The swarm congregated around DEATH, awaiting his command, as per instruction of their own master.