Apocalyptic Ridersby RedundantRedundancyChaptersChapter 1: AwakeningChapter 2: SiegeChapter 3: Meet and GreetChapter 4: A Tale to TellChapter 6: A Thing for TheatricsChapter 5: The Beginning of Another JourneyChapter 1: AwakeningWhat happened to Death? Some say that he had passed. A rather strange event. The death of Death. The Well of Souls was not just another 'resurrection pit', but also another doorway to another life. A door to a new adventure... He opened his eyes. The mask was back on. Sunlight flooded his vision. He put up one hand to block out the sun's blinding light. Death sat up, and looked around. He was in the middle of a clearing surrounded by a rather strange looking forest. Of course, it was not exactly strange for him. Being Death had its moments – almost all the time. “Hmm...” Death examined his surroundings. The trees seemed to stretch out towards him. Like the claws of a Stalker as it pounces on its victim. Death looked up and saw Dust flying in circles above him. The crow had always remained by his side. Dust was as loyal as Despair. “Dust, what do you see?” Death asked the soaring raven. The bird started flying towards the forest. The Pale Rider followed. Sooner or later though, he would have to summon Despair. Weaving through the trees, Death crossed the thick forest. The brambles and bushes were no problem, as his weapon, Harvester took care of them. It was not long until there was enough space for a horse. Death started to sprint, green flames and mist surrounded him. The greenish fire intensified, starting to form the shape of Death's steed, Despair. The Rider jumped up. And out of the ground came a pale and half -dead horse. Its mane and tail were green flames, though they whipped in the air like any kind of hair would. The Rider and his horse then created the image feared by all. The Fourth Horseman. Death had many names, Executioner, Kinslayer, the Reaper. But he preferred his real name. A name feared by all. It was simply Death. Nothing else. He rode on, out of the darkness of the forest and into the light of the day. *** The solitary figure stood alone. The winding roads of an old and charred path paved the way before him. He was a bulky figure clad with an armor of such intricate designs. On his right shoulder pad, the face of a demon growled and bared its fangs. His face was hidden by a red hood, also intricately designed. His eyes were white, but they emitted a bluish glow. Strapped on his back was a sword much bigger than its wielder. It seemed impossible to carry. No weapon was impossible to wield for War, and Chaoseater was no different. War had been summoned by his “masters”, the Charred Council. A council charged by the Creator to keep the balance between the demons of Hell, and the angels of Heaven. Only they did not do it themselves. They had their dirty work done by their obscenely powerful and merciless servants, the Four Horsemen. War now stood before three stone idols. All of which, were different in their own ways. He knelt before them, showing only respect, not submission. He was careful to do that. “War.” the one on the center said, its voice resonating around the horseman. “You sent for me?” War said, and then, “What is it now?” “Your brother Death.” the idol on the right said. War looked up. “What about him?” *** Riding through the woods, Death could see the edge already. He urged Despair to moved faster. The phantom horse obliged. A full minute passed and they were out of the forest. Dust flew above Death as the rider banished his horse back to the unknown. Death looked and saw a village not far from where he was standing. He started to walk towards it, thinking that the inhabitants might be one he would recognize. He was wrong. The race looked familiar, only they were smaller. They also had a variety of colors, marks and physical traits. Wings and horns for example. “Equines.” Death observed the equines from a distance. He had stopped walking when he saw the locals. And he knew that if they saw him, they would run in fear – most who saw Death did. The creatures were small to be horses, and their behavior was similar to that of the Makers or the Humans. They had their own civilization. It was both impressive and surprising at the same time. Death started to walk away from the village. That was when it caught his eye. A city. *** War stood before the Council, asking what had happened to Death. “He has fallen into the Well of Souls to save you,” the idol on the left said, “the bond of brothers is unbreakable.” Not long ago, the Humans had been resurrected, and War was saved from eternal oblivion. He owed that to his elder brother. “Take me to him. I know that he still lives.” War said. “That,” the center idol said, “is exactly your mission. More will unfold as you go.” The Council displayed their power's extent and a doorway appeared before War. He entered. *** It stood on the side of a tall mountain. Its imposing towers reached up into the sky, exposing their grandeur. There was, however, something strange. The city was encased in a glowing magenta orb. Death knew all too well that it was some sort of shield. And a shield meant that there was trouble – most of the time. It may not be his business, but it was a good chance of finding the rulers of the realm. He leaped up and summoned Despair once more. Death rode towards the city at full speed. Leaving behind a trail of green and intense flames. *** War came out of the portal already riding Ruin, his steed. The Second Horseman found himself riding towards a city surrounded by a glowing orb. He knew it was a shield. War guessed that the city was his destination. He rode on, knowing fully that he would meet his brother there. *** Death arrived at the foot of the mountain holding the city. He looked up and saw that the city was surrounded. They were black in color, covered with holes that drilled on through their bodies. They had insect like wings, their mouths filled with razor sharp fangs and they had eyes that were entirely blue orbs. Once more, they were equine in appearance. Death narrowed his eyes as some of them turned towards him, their fangs and their eyes glistening with an extreme hunger. Death readied Harvester. The creatures charged, lunging down on him like a swarm of bees. Leaping up, Death landed on the magenta colored shield. The first creatures met Harvester the hard way. Creatures fell, cut in half, green blood oozing from their wounds. The others, after watching what Death did, seemed hesitant to attack him now. Taking advantage, Death leaped up and in a split second, Harvester was not anymore just two scythes, but one massive scythe that was much taller than its wielder. He slashed the shield open, and leaped in. He landed and looked around. He had been surrounded. Equines, all male, dressed in golden armor had surrounded him. They held spears, leveled and pointed at Death. An equine taller than the rest stepped forward. Then he spoke. “Lower your weapons, intruder.” he ordered, though there was a hint of fear in his eyes. Death's own eye's widened, surprised that these creatures could speak. “You can...talk?” he asked. The equine snorted, “Of course we can talk.” he said impatiently. Death put his scythes away. “Does that mean 'I surrender'?” the soldier asked. Death said nothing and just stared at the equine with his orange eyes, unnerving the soldier for a moment. The two stared at each other, hostility hung in the air. Finally Death spoke. “Take me to your ruler.” he said. “I cannot do that, the soldier replied, and then, “but after the wedding maybe.” “A wedding?” Death asked. No one would ever hold an event like that during an invasion of insect-like equines. Suddenly, Death looked. The magenta shield was shattering. The invaders started pouring in. the guards scattered, looking to attack the invaders. Death readied Harvester. He looked up at the invaders, and readied himself as they landed in front of him, teeth and fangs bared. Green beams of energy flew from the horns of some of the insect-like creatures. Death used his scythes as a shield. Then he started to dodge the beams. He cut here and there, killing the hostiles. The only problem: there were more pouring in. Soon, he would be overwhelmed. He looked around. He was surrounded once more. Death's scythes folded, becoming nothing but harmless sheathed scythes. “Bring me to your leader.” he told them. They began walking towards the center of attention. The creatures did not know that the Rider had something planned. They were also arrogant enough to let him keep his weapons, perhaps they believed in bigger numbers in battle. They had reached the gates of an imposing castle. It was tall, its spires reached out into the sky. Death uttered only two words. Chapter 2: Siege“Thank you.” The creatures looked at Death, their faces in the unmistakable pattern of confusion. Then their eyes widened, and they backed away in fear. Purplish mist had surrounded the Rider. The cloud thickened, hiding Death from the creatures' view. It glowed brightly, blinding the creatures for a bit. The purplish mist separated, revealing what was within. *** War felt his brother. It grew stronger as he neared the city. He urged Ruin to move faster, the fiery horse obliged to his master's decree. That was when they were stopped. War had been riding beside a marsh. He did not think that there would be creatures in it. In front of him stood a four-headed creature. Its eyes glowered down on him. “Hydra.” War muttered, “Great.” The creature was big. Just as he expected any challenge thrown at him would be. It was a usual activity in the universe to mock him and his power by throwing things at him. Especially those with prodigious extent. He sighed and unstrapped Chaoseater. *** A large hooded, and hovering figure stood in the middle of the throng. Its face was hidden within a hood. All Death's captors could see was darkness. Large, bony wings connected by strips of flesh and muscle protruded from his back. His long arms ended in bony hands that held a weapon that radiated immense fear. A scythe. Its handle was wooden, wrapped in linen, like the body of a mummy. The blade was enormous, engraved were countless skulls. Death had taken the form feared by many. The Reaper. He raised his scythe up, ready to start the slaughter. *** War leaped up, Ruin vanishing into the ground. The hydra stood its ground, glowering down at the Rider. For a mindless beast, it was arrogant itself, even War had to give it some credit. He unstrapped Chaoseater, and twirled it in his hand, handling it with much ease. For War, Chaoseater was a mere knife that struck fast, but hard with brute force. The hydra roared and charged. The same thing War did, only the roar was much fiercer, causing the hydra to falter. War took this to his advantage. He leaped up as Chaoseater engulfed itself in flames. He slashed at one head, causing it to burn and wither away into ashes. Then the hydra did something War never expected it would do. Two more heads grew from the lost one's place. “What!?” War exclaimed. Impossible. A burnt stump was not supposed to grow again. War looked at the hydra, scanning for weaknesses. Then he had an idea. One that his elder brother might think as stupid or childlish. “You sarcastic bastard.” War muttered. *** Death lunged at his captors, Harvester raised. Despite the fear their captive radiated, the insect-like equines charged at the Reaper. Though they knew what awaited them, they would do what they thought was right in their insane minds. A few of the larger creatures lunged, hoping that muscle would be enough to bring down the hooded specter. It wasn't. Nobody could escape the swift and terrible justice the Reaper brought with him. Nothing could stop him, not now. Besides, it would catch the attention of the rulers in this city. A creature lunged, but Death turned just in time and brought up Harvester, cutting the creature in half and spewing green blood everywhere, painting its comrades and panicking them, for they thought it was their own blood. More poured in, trying to land a strike on Death. Slowly, the Reaper disappeared, becoming the Pale Rider once more. Harvester became two scythes, equally as deadly as their larger companion. Death cut and slashed. One of the larger creatures lunged, but Harvester was thrown. The combined smaller scythes became a longer and deadlier blade. It made three revolutions. The first one cut off the front legs. The second revolution cut right through the throat of the creature. The third one cut the head clean off, making a sick cutting noise. Green blood splattered everywhere as the disembodied creature fell, its comrades watching in utter horror. They looked at Death, their faces full of fear at the gruesome sight that stood before them. The Rider stood before them, his orange eyes peering through that grotesque mask of his. It was clear now. The creatures knew they had no chance against this formidable opponent. The action to be done was clear: retreat. Death watched the creatures retreat to the castle. He knew. That the castle would be his next destination. *** War ran. Straight for the hydra. He was a Rider, he knew what he was doing. Although his brother, Death, would think of his actions as stupid and reckless sometimes. But what could you do, as you were the personification of chaos? The hydra's heads lunged down, just as War had predicted. They were clumsy and slow. The ravenous heads crashed down on the ground, stunning all of them. War slashed with Chaoseater. The first leg went down. The hydra howled in pain as the leg fell, the blood that spewed out was acidic and burned the grass. The hydra tried to lunge, but failed as its lost leg did not help. That was when War charged. This was an easy kill. He leaped and aimed Chaoseater. He dropped down, his sword plunging down on the flesh of the hydra. The gigantic creature writhed in agony and tried to attack. Chaoseater burst in flames, spreading throughout the hydra's body. The creature burned in agony, the surrounding trees caught fire also, starting a wildfire. War walked towards his destination. The city. He did not summon Ruin. Not just yet. He sheathed Chaoseater, strapping the sword on his back. He watched the city as the fire raged on behind him. It was an easy fight, and an easy kill. Too easy to be exact. But he did not let his arrogance get in the way. He had a city to go to. War smiled. The challenge was just beginning. *** Death stood before the castle gates. He unsheathed Harvester and slashed at the gates, destroying the lock easily. He entered the palace grounds. That was when he heard a voice. “Stop there, Rider.” Death looked up to see a insect-like equine taller than the rest look down on him from a balcony. “Who are you?” Death asked, his eyes narrowing. He had not met this creature before. From the voice he could tell it was a female, a long and crooked horn protruded from her head, and her face was a permanent look of arrogance. “Did you think that none know you and your siblings?!” the creature hissed. Death said nothing. “Well, I, Queen Chrysalis know all about you and your 'justice'.” it said, “The Prince had granted me with knowledge and power that even you, cannot comprehend.” Death narrowed his eyes, and prepared Harvester. Ready for a fight. But Chrysalis turned and headed into the chamber she was in. The doors of the castle opened, a horde of insect-like equines poured out, charging at Death, their eyes full of rage. Death stood there, prepared. For he knew that someone was to come and wreck havoc upon these creautres. “War?” he said, “Anytime now.” Under the mask, Death smiled cruelly. Author's Note: So, you didn't expect Chrysalis to know about the Riders didn't you? More will be revealed in the next chapters of Apocalyptic Riders. Chapter 3: Meet and GreetWar looked up upon the mountain holding the city. It was a magnificent city. From what he could tell, it used to be peaceful, now all hell had broken loose. Black insect-like equine creatures were attacking other equines. Those of a different species. War could sense a familiar presence in the city. Death. “Hello once more, brother.” he muttered. Slowly, War's form began to catch fire. Fire did not bother him, instead he enjoyed its presence. The Horseman leaped up and rocketed across the air, becoming a living comet. He went across the city at an impossible speed. It seemed that the direction that he was traveling in was strategic. He had hit many of the black creatures, burning them. The air smelled of dried blood. The creatures fell, one by one, to the ground, burning. *** Death stood in the courtyard. Surrounded once more. After the queen had gone back into the castle, swarms of the black creatures had poured out, quickly surrounding the Rider. The queen came out, sneering down at Death. “I see you've once again used these creatures,” Death said, “a bold choice.” Chrysalis snarled. “Your sarcasm and arrogance is unwelcome!” she said. “Pity. They seem determined to follow me wherever I go.” Death said. “Slaughter him!” Chrysalis yelled. Slowly, the creatures moved towards Death, snarling and glaring at the Horseman. Death heard a familiar sound. That of a distant moving comet. He waited. Then brought out his scythes. Just as he leaped up, a comet landed behind him, shaking the ground and scattering the creatures. Death landed within the ranks of the creatures, striking them down. Many charged upon him, still they could not get past Harvester. Limbs and head flew, green blood sprayed everywhere. War leaped out of the crater that he had created. Chaoseater was in his hand, its blade glinting wickedly. He landed and swung his sword, killing multiple enemies at the same time. The bodies fell, their other halves flew through the air. Two brothers. They hacked and slashed with no effort at all. They did not tire, for this was something that they did all the time. Nothing could stop them. Soon, all of the creatures had either retreated to the castle, or lay on the ground, dismembered and dead. “War.” “Brother.” Death looked at his brother. “Who sent you here?” “Our so-called masters.” Death smiled under the mask. “Good to see you then.” War said nothing as the two of them approached the door of the castle. It was locked, there was only one way to get in. “Our target is likely to be in the throne room.” Death said, “Split up, we are to cover more ground.” War nodded and punched the castle door. It shattered to pieces like fragile glass. He marched in, followed by his brother. In there, an entire battalion was waiting for them, their fangs and eyes glistening despite the darkness of the room. “War.” was Death's only utter. The Second Horseman complied, charging into the swarm while Death leaped up, then clung to one of the columns, his fingers digging deep into the concrete. Below him, the cries of battle and the sound of flesh being cut rang through the air. He could see Chaoseater slice through the creatures like paper. Green blood flowed and splattered everywhere, staining the walls and the already stained glass. Death wasted no time in climbing up. He had to get to Chrysalis, and interrogate his victim. Her fate concerns him. Whatever gets in his way, does not. The Horseman went through a series of beams and passages. His focus was on the very room Chrysalis was in. He could sense other beings in there too. He could sense fear, weakness and prey. His favored traits among his victims. Finally, he was atop the very chamber in which his target takes refuge. He saw her gloating to six young equines that she had won. That nothing could stop her. She was wrong. He also noticed two other equines, taller than the younger ones. One had a horn, the other was pinkish in color and had a horn and wings. It seemed to him that these two were lovers, judging from the way they seemed to embrace. Fascinating. Not only could these creatures talk but also have a set of emotions. No time to examine. The time for interrogation was ready. Death readied Harvester, and was about to leap down when he saw the two lovers get encased in an aura and float off the ground. Chrysalis had taken notice and immediately had a look of alarm on her face. This was obviously not going to her plan anymore. The lovers intertwined and finally formed the universal shape of a heart, creating a blast so powerful it knocked Death to his knees. Those who were caught unawares, however, were blown away. Including Chrysalis. Just as she was about to go off the window, Death jumped and caught her by the neck, gripping tightly. He landed on the floor as the blast weakened, conveniently blasting all of the invaders away. Except their leader. The other equines watched in shock as Death threw his prey to the floor, having weakened her enough. Harvester was already at her throat in the blink of an eye. It was not just one small blade, but the two smaller scythes combined, creating their ultimate form. “Who is this Prince you speak of?!” “Why should I tell you?” asked a panicking Chrysalis. “Because he is the only chance you have of surviving.” said a new voice. War stood behind Death. His mere presence intimidated the equines, including the tallest of them, who wore a crown. It seemed she was the leader. “Honestly, you do not want to test my brother's patience.” War said, smirking at Chrysalis. The Changeling Queen looked at her captor, fear visible in her eyes. “It seems you have not sensed fear before.” Death said. “A fascinating emotion, is it not?” Death asked. “Please, don't kill me.” the queen pleaded. “No promises.” Death replied, and brought her up, throwing her to the other equines. He stared at them with his intense orange eyes. “Perhaps now is the time for negotiations.” he said in a cheerful voice. Author's Note There you go...War and Death alter Equestria's history. We'll see where this goes... Chapter 4: A Tale to TellEquine soldiers entered the chamber, weapons at the ready. They glared at the two strangers facing their ruler. “Don't.” Death said, his voice calm but dangerous. “Listen to him,” the tall winged equine said, “I can see they don't mean to harm us.” or so she may think. “Let me guess,” Death said, “you are their leader.” “Yes.” the equine stepped forward and bowed her head in greeting, she was just as tall as the Horseman, her wings were wide and she had a horn. A strange trait for a pegasus, for this was what Death thought she was. Stranger still, she had the mark of a sun on her flank. “I am Princess Celestia.” she said, “I rule this land, and its inhabitants.” “Do you not have a queen?” War asked, curious. “Practically, I am the queen.” Celestia replied. “Ah, quite interesting.” Death said. The Fourth Horseman looked at the broken form of Chrysalis on the marble floor, she was unconscious, perhaps that little encounter with the most feared of the Horsemen had broken that spirit of hers. “And what of her?” Death asked, motioning towards their captive. “She will be taken into a cell, where she is to be watched.” Celestia replied. Death nodded, and took notice of the other equines behind Celestia, it was evident that they had fear and respect for the two Horsemen. They were too quiet also. The Pale Rider decided that it would be best not to bother them now, as they might have to rest from the invasion. “Whatever will your subjects do next?” Death asked, curious. He had heard one of the guards speak of a wedding of sorts. “We will continue with the occasion.” Celestia said, “In the meantime, you will have to stay out of sight. The changelings have caused quite enough panic, I don't want another crisis.” “Understandable.” Death said. “Also, I never got your names.” Celestia said, raising an eyebrow. “I am Death, and he is War. We are two brothers of siblings four.” the Fourth Horseman replied. “Interesting names,” Celestia mused, “we will have to learn more of you later.” The guards approached the two brothers cautiously, they may have their weapons away, but they were still dangerous beings. They were right to do so, for none could escape the fierce and swift justice that would be brought upon them should they commit any crimes against the laws of creation. But then again, this race knew nothing of the laws bound to them. The guards in armor surrounded them and proceeded to bring them away, still cautious of Harvester, and Chaoseater. The pair followed the guards. War never liked being contained in this way, he felt the need to kill these fools and leave this place. But his brother's calm presence stopped him from doing so, he knew his brother always had something planned in his mind should anything go wrong, and if anything did go wrong if you are a Horseman, then it would have been serious. The strange company walked through the silent, but panic-screaming halls, earning ubiquitous stares of both horror and curiosity. The Horsemen were led down a marble staircase and into a dungeon. There, they waited for the events to finish. They waited for hours for the continued festivities that happened above them to reach its end. Death sat down on one of the chairs. Which was again a surprise as these sentient creatures were able to even create furniture that seemed to surpass the way their bodies function. There was no way that these equines could sit as a humanoid creature does. The same could be said for War, he had seen strange things in his life, but not as much as this. They remained in silence, holding their weapons casually, but sending an unmistakable message to their “captors”. 'Make a move, and die immediately.' The silence was broken as the squawking of a particular crow resonated through the room. Dust flew across to Death and perched atop Harvester's blade. “You're going to gut yourself one of these days...” All he got was a rather derisive screech as a reply. “Just don't come squawking to me when you're searching for your missing tail-feathers, or your beak.” Death grumbled. War chuckled. “Don't encourage him.” Death demanded. *** Chrysalis sat in a dark cell not far from where the Horsemen were. Her wounds were slowly healing, but she was weak. Deprived of the very essence that gave her power. The Horseman called Death had seen to that. Silently she cursed herself and the intruding Riders. “Ah, but it is all part of a bigger plan.” said a demonic voice in her head. “You have not told me all of it!” Chrysalis thought back. “All will be revealed, do not worry...soon, you will have to escape, though not in the way that you think...” *** The festivities were over, the panic gone and the equines slowly recovering from the trauma. Death stood in the colorful and intricately woven throne room. Its radiance seemed brighter compared to what it had looked like a few hours ago. It was already evening, but the room gave off an incandescent glow despite the contrasting darkness. The doors opened and War walked towards Death in a rather lackadaisical manner. “About time.” Death said, his voice sarcastically level. “I see you are in a good mood.” War replied, revealing no trace of amusement at his own remark. He had been the last to leave the dungeon as he had to discuss with the acting commander about the damage that he had either purposely or accidentally created. There they stood, facing the one called Celestia. Dust had settled on Death's shoulder, watching the princess with his beady little eyes. Beside the princess were six smaller equines and what Death guessed was a baby dragon. They stood to Celestia's left-hand side, while another stood by her right-hand side, or rather, right-hoof side. The equine was of equal stature as Celestia was, but she was perhaps a counterpart as she had darker fur and had more of an austere expression. “Well, I believe it is time for proper introductions.” Celestia said, smiling. Death stepped forward, “I believe we have already told you our names.” he said. The equine only smiled and nodded, telling those beside her that their “guests” were War and Death. The one beside Celestia stepped forward, her face ever-stern and fearless, ignorant of the many things that these Horsemen could do. “You have not told us of your origin, stranger. But first, let me introduce myself, I am Princess Luna, sister to Princess Celestia. These are our subjects and close companions.” The smaller princess pointed to each of them, giving their names. Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Applejack, Fluttershy and the dragon's name was Spike. Odd names, but nonetheless, Death shrugged it off mentally. Then Luna gestured towards the two. “Now,” she said, “tell us of your origin.” Stepping forward, Death set down Harvester – now one scythe instead of two – and begun his tale... *** We were once members of a race called the Nephilim, a cursed mixture of angel and demon. It was us, through which countless worlds would be denied of their future and sent to the Abyss, where whole worlds would slowly rot away. The Nephilim fought savagely against the darkness, but eventually, we where exiled from the light. We were primitive at that time, easily corruptible. Believe me, even if you would live till the very end, you would not even BEGIN to understand how depraved we were. It was during this time when the first of our kind, Absalom, decided to lead us in a world slaughtering campaign. We first started with the Ravaiim, a race that had not yet even reached its full potential. From them, we created potent weapons, but I don't think I will share what I know of these weapons with you. Then we moved to other worlds, killing mercilessly and violently. Nothing could stop our bloodlust. Nothing. Eventually, amongst the turmoil, the Third Kingdom was made, Man. These weak yet intelligent creatures were given the privilege of the eventual ownership of Eden, eternal paradise. We were outraged, believing Eden to be ours as we had no home of our own. From that point, four of us grew tired of the slaughter and turned to an ancient and powerful entity bound by laws. The Charred Council. The four bargained with them. The Council would grant them with eternal powers for the exchange of the lives of their brethren. At this they agreed. And so the four were charged to slay their kin at the gates of Eden with the help of the angels. The four did most of the work and ensured that the Nephilim stayed dead. The four the became the Horsemen of the Apocalypse, a feared brotherhood of the last remaining Nephilim. I believe that is all I will share for now... *** The equines stood silent, staring at the two with fear obvious in their eyes. Death could sense that they did not trust them. At least not fully, and they were right to do that. Celestia looked at the two, pondering. The enormity of the tale that Death had told truly did evoke emotions of awe and fear. Her people, along with her, were ignorant. Believing that they were alone, not knowing that there were other worlds out there, some dangerous and potent. Others still blooming to their potential. She was lost in thought when something occurred in her mind. “Wait...you said that you were two brothers of four siblings..” “Yes.” Death said. “Then that must mean-” “Yes, you have though right,” War said, “We are two of the Horsemen.” Perhaps it would not have been wise to reveal that, but Death felt the same as his brother, that these equines had to know what they were dealing with. They deserved the truth, despite the fact that they had just met hours ago. Finally Celestia spoke, “We will have to keep you two out of sight then, I believe that you are hiding something from us, and I respect your decision. For now, you will have to live somewhere where there is no civilization but near enough for us to keep an eye of.” Then one of the smaller ones, Twilight Sparkle, stepped forward. It was the first time they were to speak after all of these strange events. “Princess, if I may suggest, perhaps the Everfree Forest?” she said. Celestia smiled. “I thought so too.” Chapter 6: A Thing for TheatricsTireless, the phantom horses galloped. Across the icy northern wastelands of Equestria. Across dunes of snow, past shadowy mountains that loomed in the distance, into the direction of where their destination would appear. Scythe and Ebony Blade, two warriors, one elder the other younger, the Reaper and the Red Flame. *** Even Death's well-trained eyes were not enough to see through the damned blizzard. By far, it was worse than the Icy Veil. The only things visible were the shifting, frozen dunes above the permafrost. It was a seemingly fruitless journey. "There!" War growled to be heard across through the howling wind. Barely visible in the distance was a lone building that stood out among the ubiquitous snow and frost. The closer they were, the more details came to view. Small lamps place within the building, two equine shadows within, a single track of metal and wood trailed into the snowy desert, a form of transport sat silent on the track. Death's senses then heightened. A chill ran down his spine. A touch of brimstone in the air, the foul smell of burning flesh, the distant screams of tortured souls and the ominous dark purple portal that opened in front of the two Horsemen. "On guard, brother," Death eyed the portal, his scythes now in his hand, "someone follows us." The Red Rider only grunted and Chaoseater was ready. Then - quite literally - all Hell broke loose. *** His angular iron helmet spun in his lazy hand as he walked across the Charred Council's domain. His two pistols hung on his belt, within reach should they be needed. Beside him, buzzed a nine-eyed, mouthless creature of a weak build but a strong and arrogant personality. "Will you hurry?!" Panoptos yelled, frustrated. "Relax, bug," Strife replied, "we're almost there." And sure enough, they were. Still, Strife took slow, lazy strides that irritated the Watcher. Seconds became slow long minutes, each step a lazy, lasting crunch of ash and dust. Panoptos growled all the way. "The things I do for this place." "Get used to it, you're gonna be a slave forever anyway," was the insulting remark of the Horseman. Panoptos grew silent, and Strife grinned. Eventually, the hellish chamber that held the triple flaming idols of the Council was reached. Panoptos let out an exasperated sigh and fluttered before the idols, with Strife following behind him. "Strife..." The leftmost idol spoke. "Two of your brothers are currently assisting an unexplored and neutral world. Their reports suggest that The Legions of Hell are somehow involved in this. A captive mentioned 'the Prince', whether this be Lucifer or someone else, you are to assist War and Death immediately." "You begin your mission as soon as you are fit to leave," the central visage said. "I am ready," the Horseman replied calmly, donning his helmet. "Good," said the rightmost idol, "any questions?" "Only where I need to start." *** A Trauma, around ten of the Phantom Guard, two Knights of Perdition and a Fallen. All of these flew out of the portal, landing with a loud thud on the snow. The Fallen Angel, however, flew up and circled the area, holding its rusty blade and glaring at the Horsemen. It let out a roar that shattered the blizzard like glass and alerting the nearby building of the upcoming clash. "This will be fun, don't you think?" War said, charging before Death could reply. Death only squinted at the enemy, then sent Despair back to where he came. Muttering in an ancient language, he placed his palms above the snow and chanted, closing his eyes and tapping into his powers. The snow around him shuddered. Things formed underneath, lifting the snow up and shaking it off. Then, hovering in the air in front of him was a skeletal buckler, similar to Mortis, a skeletal chestplate, iron boots covered in ancient markings, all of them emitting a power that once resided within each of the First Born Nephilim: the fury and rage of the dead conquerors. "Ten millennia and I can still summon them," Death muttered to himself, before reaching out with his hand and summoning the old armor. He felt Mortis' rage as it sensed the presence of the armor that once killed many of its own. The armor still fit, and Death could feel old and grim memories resurfacing. He shook them off and readied his scythes once more. War seemed to be in trouble, fighting off the Trauma while at the same time, fending off the other hellish forces. The Fourth Horseman ran. The heavy snow did not stop him at all. Then, as he was within range, Death leaped. On his arm, Mortis hungered for slaughter, and the Horseman was more than happy to feed it. His target was a Knight of Perdition. A target that was not expecting an air strike. A target whose demise would turn the tide. Then, Death landed. And struck. *** A lush green landscape. Far healthier than any other world he had ever seen. It was quiet, peaceful and apparently, inhabited. Strife rode forth, to do what should be done. His horse, Conflict, galloped with an air of arrogance that equalled that of its Rider. It was a white horse, covered in battle armor, scars, and white, fierce flames that whipped in the wind like hair. Its Rider was clad in leather, a worn out scarf covered his neck, his guns hung from his belt, his helmet gleamed and the air of confidence around him glowed like an aura. Then, there he saw it. A city atop a mountain, or rather, hanging by its side. Tall spires and towers touched the sky, a neat collection of buildings whose architecture flowed with an endless intricacy. Curves, lines and squiggles dominated most of the paint and design, all of them a mix of yellow, purple and blue. "Now," Strife muttered, "where the hell are you, brothers?" *** Blades clanged, flesh ripped. Limbs flew and heads fell. Wings tore and cries echoed. Death and War fought like the skirmish was no more than a mere exercise. With every minute that ended, a demon fell. One by one. Slowly, the once white snow became the dark red of demon blood, and the sickly green of the two Knights' spit. Soon after, the two stood surrounded by a pile of flesh, bloodstains and a rank smell that hovered in the air. "Seemed easy enough." War muttered, slowly bringing Chaoseater back into its strap. Death nodded, and whispered an incantation. Slowly, the dead bodies sank into the ground, becoming part of the permafrost. "This city must be near." Death said, eyeing the ground. "Well, what are we waiting for then?" War said, starting to trudge along the snow. Death followed, keeping an eye out for anything that might happen again. Minutes of trudging did they finally see the silhouettes of the equines in the distance. "Hold," Death commanded, "something's not right." The Pale Rider squinted, so did his brother. Behind the equines was a large, living shadow. It followed them, slowly beginning to expand. Then came a roar from deep within the black mass. A head formed, it was - yet again - equine in shape, but this one had a curved horn that was as red as War's cloak. It then began to chase it's intended victims. "It's like nothing in Creation can ever stay peaceful." War muttered. Death only grunted in agreement, and summoned Despair. So to, did War summon his mount and joined Death in the ride. *** Each jump took Strife higher and higher up the mountain. Each landing was graceful and silent. He did not sweat nor did he grunt. This too much of an easy task for the Rider. "So much for a challenge." Strife muttered arrogantly. Minutes passed and the Rider now stood above the city's walls, scanning the buildings and the inhabitants. "Would you look at that, Conflict's little cousins." Strife smiled within his mask crouched. "Now, how do I enter this place?" His eyes glinted. "Brother Death always had a thing for theatrics, so why not?" Strife jumped, summoned Conflict, and landed right on the saddle. The surrounding ponies scattered upon seeing the Horseman. "I guess that surprise was just right, don't you think so too, Conflict?" The horse only grunted. "Thought so too, now, onwards, and you can have some demon bones for dinner later." *** "War! How does one fight a living shadow?" "Fire perhaps?" "Sounds like fun." "Well, you always had a thing for theatrics." Death rode on, silent. Either oblivious to the remark or just immune to it, no one would ever know. As soon as he was within reach of the shadow, Harvester's twin scythe blade blazed with a green and sickly flame. He slashed at the black mass. The air around the shadow sizzled and the blackness dispersed, disintigrating into nothing but dust. It did not take a command for War to realize that fire was useful. Immediately, the Red Horseman rode into the mass, both rider and mount turning into living fireballs. The shadowy equine howled and thrashed, glaring at the two Riders. It's eyes widened, and once more, it roared. Within minutes, the creature had dispersed and ran away, disappearing behind the shadows of the blizzard. Death and War turned to the astonished faces of the ponies behind them. "Why so surprised?" Death said. He received no response. "You're welcome. Now, keep moving, it's best we stay out of this damned blizzard." *** Strife stood in front of the castle, still atop his mount. He had been surrounded by the equines, all pointing spears at him. The Rider merely twirled his guns in his hands, as if bored of the situation. "Might as well give up, little ponies. I could beat you anytime." Conflict neither in agreement. "Heh, even your bigger and badder cousin agrees." It was then that a single guard came running out the castle door. "The Changeling captive is gone!" Strife tilted his head, and underneath the mask, he grinned. All of the equines were distracted, some had lowered their spears, others looked the other way. "Well," Strife said, "off we go, Conflict!" The horse reared its legs and leaped higher than the ponies could imagine. The Horseman landed precisely where he intended. On the lowered castle gate. "See you later little ones, I've got a mission to do." Dumbfounded, the guards could only look at the Rider galloping boastfully away into the castle. Author's Note Yeah, I know I've been gone a long time and I apologize for that. I've been really busy being in high school and all. If you're mad at me or something, I understand. Hopefully, I'll make up for it by updating my stories. Well, I guess I'm back. Feedback is highly encouraged. Chapter 5: The Beginning of Another JourneyThe thick and sturdy trees rattled as the phantom horse rode through the forest, trampling the thick bushes and leaves in its wake. Ruin occasionally set things on fire as he rode with War across the forest, leaving behind a trail of fire. Chaoseater was strapped to War's back, always in reach whenever the Horseman needed it. The ebony blade glinted in the sunlight, giving off a dark and hellish glow. War rode through the forest, his destination was his brother's newly built home. A few minutes of riding and the literally bony structure was in his line of sight. The building was large, yet small enough to be hidden from anything or anyone that had their eyes on the forest. Ghouls walked around the compound, going about their business. War was smart enough to know that Death had a security system hidden cleverly within the compound. Whatever may trespass here would be torn apart. In his own way, Death was an architect. Though rough and crude, his designs were intricate, showing detailed scenes of death, some cheerful others gloomy. The building seemed to have a mind of its own, as War sensed that is was alert. The Horseman shuddered, the last time he had encountered sentient structures was the affair of the Grand Abominations. The potent weapons his brother had created through the organs of an extinct race. He shrugged off the memories and walked towards the door. It opened before he could even reach it. Death stepped out, Harvester propped on his shoulder, holding it casually. “What brings you here?” the elder Horseman asked without preamble. “Does it hurt to visit my own brother?” Death said nothing. He walked towards War and planted Harvester on the ground, using the handle's sharp point as support. A familiar raven flew down from the trees, landing on Death's shoulder. “Have you reported to the Council?” Death asked. “Yes,” War replied, “I told them of the events in this world and they immediately told me to return.” “Strange that they would act that way.” Death mused. “It appears as if there is some demonic workings here.” the elder one continued, “Chrysalis said something about 'The Prince'.” War said nothing as he mounted Ruin. “That is for us to figure out at a later time.” he said, “For now, we have been called by the one called Celestia.” Death sighed, and took Harvester off the ground. The scythe became two smaller ones at his will then he hung them on his belt at his sides. “Go on ahead,” he said, “I will follow once I am ready.” He watched Ruin speed off into the forest, leaving a fiery orange and red trail behind. He watched his brother disappear within the forest. Then he stepped into the building. The building's interior was filled with armor sets and weapons that Death had acquired during his travels and quests. He stopped by a rack with a familiar looking buckler. It was made of bone, sharpened and shaped to create a shield-like appearance. A gaping maw lined with sharp teeth occupied the bottom part. But the most disturbing feature was the single eye that protruded from the center of the buckler, its gaze both longing and hating. Death could feel its soul, a shattered and broken soul screaming, a horrible mixture of both agony and rage. Mortis. One of the Grand Abominations. Carefully, Death produced a vial of blood from his belt. It was the blood of the Ravaiim. The only remaining source found in another world where the Nephilim had slaughtered a small colony of the beings. Death had three vials of the blood in his belt and he had kept it a secret from all. Gingerly, he poured a drop of blood. The dark liquid touched Mortis. Instantly, the buckler's hatred was reborn anew. Its eye gleamed, unblinking. Death took the buckler and strapped it on, careful not to expose his mind to the buckler's semi-sentient one. Then the eldest of the Horsemen walked out the door. *** Celestia stood beside War, still unaccustomed to the Horseman's presence, but comfortable enough. They stood silently, waiting for Death. It had been ten full minutes of waiting, yet their patience never grew thin. Then he came. Out of the emptiness of air came the cries of the dead, green flames erupted from the ground ten meters away from War, the flames grew, reaching a height almost as tall as the Second Horseman, at the base of the flames was a corpse-green portal, radiating the sordid existence and stench of death and decay. Running out of the portal was Despair, with Death on the steed's back, wearing an unpleasantly familiar buckler. Even from here, War could feel Mortis' hatred, its anguish and its rage. The cry of the Ravaiim. Their cry for revenge against those who had denied them everything. The hatred seemed too much for Celestia as she flinched the moment its power touched the air around them. As Death neared the two, he willed Despair to go back into the Void, from where he came. The phantom horse obliged and sank back into the earth, its deathly cries still echoing in the air above. The eldest Horseman slowly walked towards the two, ignoring their strained expressions upon the presence of Mortis. “What made you think to bring that...thing?” War asked. “Just in case.” was Death's only answer. War took that as a sign to leave the matter be. He turned to Celestia and gestured for her. Celestia understood and turned to Death, still at an unease due to Mortis. “I have come to ask for a favor.” she said. “We are not your errand boys, equine.” Death said. “Oh I'm sure that you will find that this quest has its rewards.” Celestia continued, unwavering. She told the two to head north, where they would have to help her subjects in protecting the Crystal Empire, an empire thought to be lost long ago, but has returned after countless years in complete darkness. “Help us, Horseman, and we will help you.” Celestia said finally, “ Perhaps you may even find somethings useful in your ongoing mission.” “She may have a point, brother.” War said. “Since when did you, War, take the opinion of others?” Death said semi-sarcastically. War did not take it as an offense, he merely shrugged. “Fine,” Death finally said, “in the meantime, I still need more answers.” Celestia nodded, knowing full well what he had meant. She watched as the two left, their mounts leaving behind a fiery trail. *** The bucolic landscape soon changed. At first, the scenery reminded Death of Eden, it was beautiful, peaceful and quiet. There were no disturbances, no noises aside from the thundering hooves of Ruin and Despair. Yet the scenery changed as soon as they knew they had crossed the border going to the North, where their new task awaited. As they neared the North, the grass slowly changed from healthy, to withering and poor then to nothing as the blizzards and snow began to fall and strike the Horsemen with their unrelenting fury and force. For War and Death, the cold was nothing. They had been to even colder worlds, some were from the Abyss, where worlds would crumble and be reborn. This cold was nothing to them. They pushed on forward, Ruin and Despair galloping through the snow as if it were nothing but thin air. The Horsemen rode, their hellish and powerful mounts leaving a trail of melted snow and burning hoofprints. But what they did not notice, was the living shadow that they would soon meet. It watched the two powerful figures ride through the thick and heavy snow. Then it dissolved, becoming a trail of blackness, slithering across the snowy ground, and occasionally leaving a mark of black and poisonous crystals. It slithered, moving towards it true objective, leaving the two figures it observed as unimportant. However...it would soon be proven wrong.. Author's Note Hey guys, how's it going? Anyway, I guess I will take a short break from this story for awhile, like maybe two weeks or so, cuz I need to focus on my other stories too, so I hope you can wait for awhile before the next update. Remember: - Give me some feedback - Some constructive criticism is highly accepted, nothing like "This story is sh**t." or something like that. - Stay awesome!
Chapter 1: AwakeningWhat happened to Death? Some say that he had passed. A rather strange event. The death of Death. The Well of Souls was not just another 'resurrection pit', but also another doorway to another life. A door to a new adventure... He opened his eyes. The mask was back on. Sunlight flooded his vision. He put up one hand to block out the sun's blinding light. Death sat up, and looked around. He was in the middle of a clearing surrounded by a rather strange looking forest. Of course, it was not exactly strange for him. Being Death had its moments – almost all the time. “Hmm...” Death examined his surroundings. The trees seemed to stretch out towards him. Like the claws of a Stalker as it pounces on its victim. Death looked up and saw Dust flying in circles above him. The crow had always remained by his side. Dust was as loyal as Despair. “Dust, what do you see?” Death asked the soaring raven. The bird started flying towards the forest. The Pale Rider followed. Sooner or later though, he would have to summon Despair. Weaving through the trees, Death crossed the thick forest. The brambles and bushes were no problem, as his weapon, Harvester took care of them. It was not long until there was enough space for a horse. Death started to sprint, green flames and mist surrounded him. The greenish fire intensified, starting to form the shape of Death's steed, Despair. The Rider jumped up. And out of the ground came a pale and half -dead horse. Its mane and tail were green flames, though they whipped in the air like any kind of hair would. The Rider and his horse then created the image feared by all. The Fourth Horseman. Death had many names, Executioner, Kinslayer, the Reaper. But he preferred his real name. A name feared by all. It was simply Death. Nothing else. He rode on, out of the darkness of the forest and into the light of the day. *** The solitary figure stood alone. The winding roads of an old and charred path paved the way before him. He was a bulky figure clad with an armor of such intricate designs. On his right shoulder pad, the face of a demon growled and bared its fangs. His face was hidden by a red hood, also intricately designed. His eyes were white, but they emitted a bluish glow. Strapped on his back was a sword much bigger than its wielder. It seemed impossible to carry. No weapon was impossible to wield for War, and Chaoseater was no different. War had been summoned by his “masters”, the Charred Council. A council charged by the Creator to keep the balance between the demons of Hell, and the angels of Heaven. Only they did not do it themselves. They had their dirty work done by their obscenely powerful and merciless servants, the Four Horsemen. War now stood before three stone idols. All of which, were different in their own ways. He knelt before them, showing only respect, not submission. He was careful to do that. “War.” the one on the center said, its voice resonating around the horseman. “You sent for me?” War said, and then, “What is it now?” “Your brother Death.” the idol on the right said. War looked up. “What about him?” *** Riding through the woods, Death could see the edge already. He urged Despair to moved faster. The phantom horse obliged. A full minute passed and they were out of the forest. Dust flew above Death as the rider banished his horse back to the unknown. Death looked and saw a village not far from where he was standing. He started to walk towards it, thinking that the inhabitants might be one he would recognize. He was wrong. The race looked familiar, only they were smaller. They also had a variety of colors, marks and physical traits. Wings and horns for example. “Equines.” Death observed the equines from a distance. He had stopped walking when he saw the locals. And he knew that if they saw him, they would run in fear – most who saw Death did. The creatures were small to be horses, and their behavior was similar to that of the Makers or the Humans. They had their own civilization. It was both impressive and surprising at the same time. Death started to walk away from the village. That was when it caught his eye. A city. *** War stood before the Council, asking what had happened to Death. “He has fallen into the Well of Souls to save you,” the idol on the left said, “the bond of brothers is unbreakable.” Not long ago, the Humans had been resurrected, and War was saved from eternal oblivion. He owed that to his elder brother. “Take me to him. I know that he still lives.” War said. “That,” the center idol said, “is exactly your mission. More will unfold as you go.” The Council displayed their power's extent and a doorway appeared before War. He entered. *** It stood on the side of a tall mountain. Its imposing towers reached up into the sky, exposing their grandeur. There was, however, something strange. The city was encased in a glowing magenta orb. Death knew all too well that it was some sort of shield. And a shield meant that there was trouble – most of the time. It may not be his business, but it was a good chance of finding the rulers of the realm. He leaped up and summoned Despair once more. Death rode towards the city at full speed. Leaving behind a trail of green and intense flames. *** War came out of the portal already riding Ruin, his steed. The Second Horseman found himself riding towards a city surrounded by a glowing orb. He knew it was a shield. War guessed that the city was his destination. He rode on, knowing fully that he would meet his brother there. *** Death arrived at the foot of the mountain holding the city. He looked up and saw that the city was surrounded. They were black in color, covered with holes that drilled on through their bodies. They had insect like wings, their mouths filled with razor sharp fangs and they had eyes that were entirely blue orbs. Once more, they were equine in appearance. Death narrowed his eyes as some of them turned towards him, their fangs and their eyes glistening with an extreme hunger. Death readied Harvester. The creatures charged, lunging down on him like a swarm of bees. Leaping up, Death landed on the magenta colored shield. The first creatures met Harvester the hard way. Creatures fell, cut in half, green blood oozing from their wounds. The others, after watching what Death did, seemed hesitant to attack him now. Taking advantage, Death leaped up and in a split second, Harvester was not anymore just two scythes, but one massive scythe that was much taller than its wielder. He slashed the shield open, and leaped in. He landed and looked around. He had been surrounded. Equines, all male, dressed in golden armor had surrounded him. They held spears, leveled and pointed at Death. An equine taller than the rest stepped forward. Then he spoke. “Lower your weapons, intruder.” he ordered, though there was a hint of fear in his eyes. Death's own eye's widened, surprised that these creatures could speak. “You can...talk?” he asked. The equine snorted, “Of course we can talk.” he said impatiently. Death put his scythes away. “Does that mean 'I surrender'?” the soldier asked. Death said nothing and just stared at the equine with his orange eyes, unnerving the soldier for a moment. The two stared at each other, hostility hung in the air. Finally Death spoke. “Take me to your ruler.” he said. “I cannot do that, the soldier replied, and then, “but after the wedding maybe.” “A wedding?” Death asked. No one would ever hold an event like that during an invasion of insect-like equines. Suddenly, Death looked. The magenta shield was shattering. The invaders started pouring in. the guards scattered, looking to attack the invaders. Death readied Harvester. He looked up at the invaders, and readied himself as they landed in front of him, teeth and fangs bared. Green beams of energy flew from the horns of some of the insect-like creatures. Death used his scythes as a shield. Then he started to dodge the beams. He cut here and there, killing the hostiles. The only problem: there were more pouring in. Soon, he would be overwhelmed. He looked around. He was surrounded once more. Death's scythes folded, becoming nothing but harmless sheathed scythes. “Bring me to your leader.” he told them. They began walking towards the center of attention. The creatures did not know that the Rider had something planned. They were also arrogant enough to let him keep his weapons, perhaps they believed in bigger numbers in battle. They had reached the gates of an imposing castle. It was tall, its spires reached out into the sky. Death uttered only two words.
Chapter 2: Siege“Thank you.” The creatures looked at Death, their faces in the unmistakable pattern of confusion. Then their eyes widened, and they backed away in fear. Purplish mist had surrounded the Rider. The cloud thickened, hiding Death from the creatures' view. It glowed brightly, blinding the creatures for a bit. The purplish mist separated, revealing what was within. *** War felt his brother. It grew stronger as he neared the city. He urged Ruin to move faster, the fiery horse obliged to his master's decree. That was when they were stopped. War had been riding beside a marsh. He did not think that there would be creatures in it. In front of him stood a four-headed creature. Its eyes glowered down on him. “Hydra.” War muttered, “Great.” The creature was big. Just as he expected any challenge thrown at him would be. It was a usual activity in the universe to mock him and his power by throwing things at him. Especially those with prodigious extent. He sighed and unstrapped Chaoseater. *** A large hooded, and hovering figure stood in the middle of the throng. Its face was hidden within a hood. All Death's captors could see was darkness. Large, bony wings connected by strips of flesh and muscle protruded from his back. His long arms ended in bony hands that held a weapon that radiated immense fear. A scythe. Its handle was wooden, wrapped in linen, like the body of a mummy. The blade was enormous, engraved were countless skulls. Death had taken the form feared by many. The Reaper. He raised his scythe up, ready to start the slaughter. *** War leaped up, Ruin vanishing into the ground. The hydra stood its ground, glowering down at the Rider. For a mindless beast, it was arrogant itself, even War had to give it some credit. He unstrapped Chaoseater, and twirled it in his hand, handling it with much ease. For War, Chaoseater was a mere knife that struck fast, but hard with brute force. The hydra roared and charged. The same thing War did, only the roar was much fiercer, causing the hydra to falter. War took this to his advantage. He leaped up as Chaoseater engulfed itself in flames. He slashed at one head, causing it to burn and wither away into ashes. Then the hydra did something War never expected it would do. Two more heads grew from the lost one's place. “What!?” War exclaimed. Impossible. A burnt stump was not supposed to grow again. War looked at the hydra, scanning for weaknesses. Then he had an idea. One that his elder brother might think as stupid or childlish. “You sarcastic bastard.” War muttered. *** Death lunged at his captors, Harvester raised. Despite the fear their captive radiated, the insect-like equines charged at the Reaper. Though they knew what awaited them, they would do what they thought was right in their insane minds. A few of the larger creatures lunged, hoping that muscle would be enough to bring down the hooded specter. It wasn't. Nobody could escape the swift and terrible justice the Reaper brought with him. Nothing could stop him, not now. Besides, it would catch the attention of the rulers in this city. A creature lunged, but Death turned just in time and brought up Harvester, cutting the creature in half and spewing green blood everywhere, painting its comrades and panicking them, for they thought it was their own blood. More poured in, trying to land a strike on Death. Slowly, the Reaper disappeared, becoming the Pale Rider once more. Harvester became two scythes, equally as deadly as their larger companion. Death cut and slashed. One of the larger creatures lunged, but Harvester was thrown. The combined smaller scythes became a longer and deadlier blade. It made three revolutions. The first one cut off the front legs. The second revolution cut right through the throat of the creature. The third one cut the head clean off, making a sick cutting noise. Green blood splattered everywhere as the disembodied creature fell, its comrades watching in utter horror. They looked at Death, their faces full of fear at the gruesome sight that stood before them. The Rider stood before them, his orange eyes peering through that grotesque mask of his. It was clear now. The creatures knew they had no chance against this formidable opponent. The action to be done was clear: retreat. Death watched the creatures retreat to the castle. He knew. That the castle would be his next destination. *** War ran. Straight for the hydra. He was a Rider, he knew what he was doing. Although his brother, Death, would think of his actions as stupid and reckless sometimes. But what could you do, as you were the personification of chaos? The hydra's heads lunged down, just as War had predicted. They were clumsy and slow. The ravenous heads crashed down on the ground, stunning all of them. War slashed with Chaoseater. The first leg went down. The hydra howled in pain as the leg fell, the blood that spewed out was acidic and burned the grass. The hydra tried to lunge, but failed as its lost leg did not help. That was when War charged. This was an easy kill. He leaped and aimed Chaoseater. He dropped down, his sword plunging down on the flesh of the hydra. The gigantic creature writhed in agony and tried to attack. Chaoseater burst in flames, spreading throughout the hydra's body. The creature burned in agony, the surrounding trees caught fire also, starting a wildfire. War walked towards his destination. The city. He did not summon Ruin. Not just yet. He sheathed Chaoseater, strapping the sword on his back. He watched the city as the fire raged on behind him. It was an easy fight, and an easy kill. Too easy to be exact. But he did not let his arrogance get in the way. He had a city to go to. War smiled. The challenge was just beginning. *** Death stood before the castle gates. He unsheathed Harvester and slashed at the gates, destroying the lock easily. He entered the palace grounds. That was when he heard a voice. “Stop there, Rider.” Death looked up to see a insect-like equine taller than the rest look down on him from a balcony. “Who are you?” Death asked, his eyes narrowing. He had not met this creature before. From the voice he could tell it was a female, a long and crooked horn protruded from her head, and her face was a permanent look of arrogance. “Did you think that none know you and your siblings?!” the creature hissed. Death said nothing. “Well, I, Queen Chrysalis know all about you and your 'justice'.” it said, “The Prince had granted me with knowledge and power that even you, cannot comprehend.” Death narrowed his eyes, and prepared Harvester. Ready for a fight. But Chrysalis turned and headed into the chamber she was in. The doors of the castle opened, a horde of insect-like equines poured out, charging at Death, their eyes full of rage. Death stood there, prepared. For he knew that someone was to come and wreck havoc upon these creautres. “War?” he said, “Anytime now.” Under the mask, Death smiled cruelly. Author's Note: So, you didn't expect Chrysalis to know about the Riders didn't you? More will be revealed in the next chapters of Apocalyptic Riders.
Chapter 3: Meet and GreetWar looked up upon the mountain holding the city. It was a magnificent city. From what he could tell, it used to be peaceful, now all hell had broken loose. Black insect-like equine creatures were attacking other equines. Those of a different species. War could sense a familiar presence in the city. Death. “Hello once more, brother.” he muttered. Slowly, War's form began to catch fire. Fire did not bother him, instead he enjoyed its presence. The Horseman leaped up and rocketed across the air, becoming a living comet. He went across the city at an impossible speed. It seemed that the direction that he was traveling in was strategic. He had hit many of the black creatures, burning them. The air smelled of dried blood. The creatures fell, one by one, to the ground, burning. *** Death stood in the courtyard. Surrounded once more. After the queen had gone back into the castle, swarms of the black creatures had poured out, quickly surrounding the Rider. The queen came out, sneering down at Death. “I see you've once again used these creatures,” Death said, “a bold choice.” Chrysalis snarled. “Your sarcasm and arrogance is unwelcome!” she said. “Pity. They seem determined to follow me wherever I go.” Death said. “Slaughter him!” Chrysalis yelled. Slowly, the creatures moved towards Death, snarling and glaring at the Horseman. Death heard a familiar sound. That of a distant moving comet. He waited. Then brought out his scythes. Just as he leaped up, a comet landed behind him, shaking the ground and scattering the creatures. Death landed within the ranks of the creatures, striking them down. Many charged upon him, still they could not get past Harvester. Limbs and head flew, green blood sprayed everywhere. War leaped out of the crater that he had created. Chaoseater was in his hand, its blade glinting wickedly. He landed and swung his sword, killing multiple enemies at the same time. The bodies fell, their other halves flew through the air. Two brothers. They hacked and slashed with no effort at all. They did not tire, for this was something that they did all the time. Nothing could stop them. Soon, all of the creatures had either retreated to the castle, or lay on the ground, dismembered and dead. “War.” “Brother.” Death looked at his brother. “Who sent you here?” “Our so-called masters.” Death smiled under the mask. “Good to see you then.” War said nothing as the two of them approached the door of the castle. It was locked, there was only one way to get in. “Our target is likely to be in the throne room.” Death said, “Split up, we are to cover more ground.” War nodded and punched the castle door. It shattered to pieces like fragile glass. He marched in, followed by his brother. In there, an entire battalion was waiting for them, their fangs and eyes glistening despite the darkness of the room. “War.” was Death's only utter. The Second Horseman complied, charging into the swarm while Death leaped up, then clung to one of the columns, his fingers digging deep into the concrete. Below him, the cries of battle and the sound of flesh being cut rang through the air. He could see Chaoseater slice through the creatures like paper. Green blood flowed and splattered everywhere, staining the walls and the already stained glass. Death wasted no time in climbing up. He had to get to Chrysalis, and interrogate his victim. Her fate concerns him. Whatever gets in his way, does not. The Horseman went through a series of beams and passages. His focus was on the very room Chrysalis was in. He could sense other beings in there too. He could sense fear, weakness and prey. His favored traits among his victims. Finally, he was atop the very chamber in which his target takes refuge. He saw her gloating to six young equines that she had won. That nothing could stop her. She was wrong. He also noticed two other equines, taller than the younger ones. One had a horn, the other was pinkish in color and had a horn and wings. It seemed to him that these two were lovers, judging from the way they seemed to embrace. Fascinating. Not only could these creatures talk but also have a set of emotions. No time to examine. The time for interrogation was ready. Death readied Harvester, and was about to leap down when he saw the two lovers get encased in an aura and float off the ground. Chrysalis had taken notice and immediately had a look of alarm on her face. This was obviously not going to her plan anymore. The lovers intertwined and finally formed the universal shape of a heart, creating a blast so powerful it knocked Death to his knees. Those who were caught unawares, however, were blown away. Including Chrysalis. Just as she was about to go off the window, Death jumped and caught her by the neck, gripping tightly. He landed on the floor as the blast weakened, conveniently blasting all of the invaders away. Except their leader. The other equines watched in shock as Death threw his prey to the floor, having weakened her enough. Harvester was already at her throat in the blink of an eye. It was not just one small blade, but the two smaller scythes combined, creating their ultimate form. “Who is this Prince you speak of?!” “Why should I tell you?” asked a panicking Chrysalis. “Because he is the only chance you have of surviving.” said a new voice. War stood behind Death. His mere presence intimidated the equines, including the tallest of them, who wore a crown. It seemed she was the leader. “Honestly, you do not want to test my brother's patience.” War said, smirking at Chrysalis. The Changeling Queen looked at her captor, fear visible in her eyes. “It seems you have not sensed fear before.” Death said. “A fascinating emotion, is it not?” Death asked. “Please, don't kill me.” the queen pleaded. “No promises.” Death replied, and brought her up, throwing her to the other equines. He stared at them with his intense orange eyes. “Perhaps now is the time for negotiations.” he said in a cheerful voice. Author's Note There you go...War and Death alter Equestria's history. We'll see where this goes...
Chapter 4: A Tale to TellEquine soldiers entered the chamber, weapons at the ready. They glared at the two strangers facing their ruler. “Don't.” Death said, his voice calm but dangerous. “Listen to him,” the tall winged equine said, “I can see they don't mean to harm us.” or so she may think. “Let me guess,” Death said, “you are their leader.” “Yes.” the equine stepped forward and bowed her head in greeting, she was just as tall as the Horseman, her wings were wide and she had a horn. A strange trait for a pegasus, for this was what Death thought she was. Stranger still, she had the mark of a sun on her flank. “I am Princess Celestia.” she said, “I rule this land, and its inhabitants.” “Do you not have a queen?” War asked, curious. “Practically, I am the queen.” Celestia replied. “Ah, quite interesting.” Death said. The Fourth Horseman looked at the broken form of Chrysalis on the marble floor, she was unconscious, perhaps that little encounter with the most feared of the Horsemen had broken that spirit of hers. “And what of her?” Death asked, motioning towards their captive. “She will be taken into a cell, where she is to be watched.” Celestia replied. Death nodded, and took notice of the other equines behind Celestia, it was evident that they had fear and respect for the two Horsemen. They were too quiet also. The Pale Rider decided that it would be best not to bother them now, as they might have to rest from the invasion. “Whatever will your subjects do next?” Death asked, curious. He had heard one of the guards speak of a wedding of sorts. “We will continue with the occasion.” Celestia said, “In the meantime, you will have to stay out of sight. The changelings have caused quite enough panic, I don't want another crisis.” “Understandable.” Death said. “Also, I never got your names.” Celestia said, raising an eyebrow. “I am Death, and he is War. We are two brothers of siblings four.” the Fourth Horseman replied. “Interesting names,” Celestia mused, “we will have to learn more of you later.” The guards approached the two brothers cautiously, they may have their weapons away, but they were still dangerous beings. They were right to do so, for none could escape the fierce and swift justice that would be brought upon them should they commit any crimes against the laws of creation. But then again, this race knew nothing of the laws bound to them. The guards in armor surrounded them and proceeded to bring them away, still cautious of Harvester, and Chaoseater. The pair followed the guards. War never liked being contained in this way, he felt the need to kill these fools and leave this place. But his brother's calm presence stopped him from doing so, he knew his brother always had something planned in his mind should anything go wrong, and if anything did go wrong if you are a Horseman, then it would have been serious. The strange company walked through the silent, but panic-screaming halls, earning ubiquitous stares of both horror and curiosity. The Horsemen were led down a marble staircase and into a dungeon. There, they waited for the events to finish. They waited for hours for the continued festivities that happened above them to reach its end. Death sat down on one of the chairs. Which was again a surprise as these sentient creatures were able to even create furniture that seemed to surpass the way their bodies function. There was no way that these equines could sit as a humanoid creature does. The same could be said for War, he had seen strange things in his life, but not as much as this. They remained in silence, holding their weapons casually, but sending an unmistakable message to their “captors”. 'Make a move, and die immediately.' The silence was broken as the squawking of a particular crow resonated through the room. Dust flew across to Death and perched atop Harvester's blade. “You're going to gut yourself one of these days...” All he got was a rather derisive screech as a reply. “Just don't come squawking to me when you're searching for your missing tail-feathers, or your beak.” Death grumbled. War chuckled. “Don't encourage him.” Death demanded. *** Chrysalis sat in a dark cell not far from where the Horsemen were. Her wounds were slowly healing, but she was weak. Deprived of the very essence that gave her power. The Horseman called Death had seen to that. Silently she cursed herself and the intruding Riders. “Ah, but it is all part of a bigger plan.” said a demonic voice in her head. “You have not told me all of it!” Chrysalis thought back. “All will be revealed, do not worry...soon, you will have to escape, though not in the way that you think...” *** The festivities were over, the panic gone and the equines slowly recovering from the trauma. Death stood in the colorful and intricately woven throne room. Its radiance seemed brighter compared to what it had looked like a few hours ago. It was already evening, but the room gave off an incandescent glow despite the contrasting darkness. The doors opened and War walked towards Death in a rather lackadaisical manner. “About time.” Death said, his voice sarcastically level. “I see you are in a good mood.” War replied, revealing no trace of amusement at his own remark. He had been the last to leave the dungeon as he had to discuss with the acting commander about the damage that he had either purposely or accidentally created. There they stood, facing the one called Celestia. Dust had settled on Death's shoulder, watching the princess with his beady little eyes. Beside the princess were six smaller equines and what Death guessed was a baby dragon. They stood to Celestia's left-hand side, while another stood by her right-hand side, or rather, right-hoof side. The equine was of equal stature as Celestia was, but she was perhaps a counterpart as she had darker fur and had more of an austere expression. “Well, I believe it is time for proper introductions.” Celestia said, smiling. Death stepped forward, “I believe we have already told you our names.” he said. The equine only smiled and nodded, telling those beside her that their “guests” were War and Death. The one beside Celestia stepped forward, her face ever-stern and fearless, ignorant of the many things that these Horsemen could do. “You have not told us of your origin, stranger. But first, let me introduce myself, I am Princess Luna, sister to Princess Celestia. These are our subjects and close companions.” The smaller princess pointed to each of them, giving their names. Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Applejack, Fluttershy and the dragon's name was Spike. Odd names, but nonetheless, Death shrugged it off mentally. Then Luna gestured towards the two. “Now,” she said, “tell us of your origin.” Stepping forward, Death set down Harvester – now one scythe instead of two – and begun his tale... *** We were once members of a race called the Nephilim, a cursed mixture of angel and demon. It was us, through which countless worlds would be denied of their future and sent to the Abyss, where whole worlds would slowly rot away. The Nephilim fought savagely against the darkness, but eventually, we where exiled from the light. We were primitive at that time, easily corruptible. Believe me, even if you would live till the very end, you would not even BEGIN to understand how depraved we were. It was during this time when the first of our kind, Absalom, decided to lead us in a world slaughtering campaign. We first started with the Ravaiim, a race that had not yet even reached its full potential. From them, we created potent weapons, but I don't think I will share what I know of these weapons with you. Then we moved to other worlds, killing mercilessly and violently. Nothing could stop our bloodlust. Nothing. Eventually, amongst the turmoil, the Third Kingdom was made, Man. These weak yet intelligent creatures were given the privilege of the eventual ownership of Eden, eternal paradise. We were outraged, believing Eden to be ours as we had no home of our own. From that point, four of us grew tired of the slaughter and turned to an ancient and powerful entity bound by laws. The Charred Council. The four bargained with them. The Council would grant them with eternal powers for the exchange of the lives of their brethren. At this they agreed. And so the four were charged to slay their kin at the gates of Eden with the help of the angels. The four did most of the work and ensured that the Nephilim stayed dead. The four the became the Horsemen of the Apocalypse, a feared brotherhood of the last remaining Nephilim. I believe that is all I will share for now... *** The equines stood silent, staring at the two with fear obvious in their eyes. Death could sense that they did not trust them. At least not fully, and they were right to do that. Celestia looked at the two, pondering. The enormity of the tale that Death had told truly did evoke emotions of awe and fear. Her people, along with her, were ignorant. Believing that they were alone, not knowing that there were other worlds out there, some dangerous and potent. Others still blooming to their potential. She was lost in thought when something occurred in her mind. “Wait...you said that you were two brothers of four siblings..” “Yes.” Death said. “Then that must mean-” “Yes, you have though right,” War said, “We are two of the Horsemen.” Perhaps it would not have been wise to reveal that, but Death felt the same as his brother, that these equines had to know what they were dealing with. They deserved the truth, despite the fact that they had just met hours ago. Finally Celestia spoke, “We will have to keep you two out of sight then, I believe that you are hiding something from us, and I respect your decision. For now, you will have to live somewhere where there is no civilization but near enough for us to keep an eye of.” Then one of the smaller ones, Twilight Sparkle, stepped forward. It was the first time they were to speak after all of these strange events. “Princess, if I may suggest, perhaps the Everfree Forest?” she said. Celestia smiled. “I thought so too.”
Chapter 6: A Thing for TheatricsTireless, the phantom horses galloped. Across the icy northern wastelands of Equestria. Across dunes of snow, past shadowy mountains that loomed in the distance, into the direction of where their destination would appear. Scythe and Ebony Blade, two warriors, one elder the other younger, the Reaper and the Red Flame. *** Even Death's well-trained eyes were not enough to see through the damned blizzard. By far, it was worse than the Icy Veil. The only things visible were the shifting, frozen dunes above the permafrost. It was a seemingly fruitless journey. "There!" War growled to be heard across through the howling wind. Barely visible in the distance was a lone building that stood out among the ubiquitous snow and frost. The closer they were, the more details came to view. Small lamps place within the building, two equine shadows within, a single track of metal and wood trailed into the snowy desert, a form of transport sat silent on the track. Death's senses then heightened. A chill ran down his spine. A touch of brimstone in the air, the foul smell of burning flesh, the distant screams of tortured souls and the ominous dark purple portal that opened in front of the two Horsemen. "On guard, brother," Death eyed the portal, his scythes now in his hand, "someone follows us." The Red Rider only grunted and Chaoseater was ready. Then - quite literally - all Hell broke loose. *** His angular iron helmet spun in his lazy hand as he walked across the Charred Council's domain. His two pistols hung on his belt, within reach should they be needed. Beside him, buzzed a nine-eyed, mouthless creature of a weak build but a strong and arrogant personality. "Will you hurry?!" Panoptos yelled, frustrated. "Relax, bug," Strife replied, "we're almost there." And sure enough, they were. Still, Strife took slow, lazy strides that irritated the Watcher. Seconds became slow long minutes, each step a lazy, lasting crunch of ash and dust. Panoptos growled all the way. "The things I do for this place." "Get used to it, you're gonna be a slave forever anyway," was the insulting remark of the Horseman. Panoptos grew silent, and Strife grinned. Eventually, the hellish chamber that held the triple flaming idols of the Council was reached. Panoptos let out an exasperated sigh and fluttered before the idols, with Strife following behind him. "Strife..." The leftmost idol spoke. "Two of your brothers are currently assisting an unexplored and neutral world. Their reports suggest that The Legions of Hell are somehow involved in this. A captive mentioned 'the Prince', whether this be Lucifer or someone else, you are to assist War and Death immediately." "You begin your mission as soon as you are fit to leave," the central visage said. "I am ready," the Horseman replied calmly, donning his helmet. "Good," said the rightmost idol, "any questions?" "Only where I need to start." *** A Trauma, around ten of the Phantom Guard, two Knights of Perdition and a Fallen. All of these flew out of the portal, landing with a loud thud on the snow. The Fallen Angel, however, flew up and circled the area, holding its rusty blade and glaring at the Horsemen. It let out a roar that shattered the blizzard like glass and alerting the nearby building of the upcoming clash. "This will be fun, don't you think?" War said, charging before Death could reply. Death only squinted at the enemy, then sent Despair back to where he came. Muttering in an ancient language, he placed his palms above the snow and chanted, closing his eyes and tapping into his powers. The snow around him shuddered. Things formed underneath, lifting the snow up and shaking it off. Then, hovering in the air in front of him was a skeletal buckler, similar to Mortis, a skeletal chestplate, iron boots covered in ancient markings, all of them emitting a power that once resided within each of the First Born Nephilim: the fury and rage of the dead conquerors. "Ten millennia and I can still summon them," Death muttered to himself, before reaching out with his hand and summoning the old armor. He felt Mortis' rage as it sensed the presence of the armor that once killed many of its own. The armor still fit, and Death could feel old and grim memories resurfacing. He shook them off and readied his scythes once more. War seemed to be in trouble, fighting off the Trauma while at the same time, fending off the other hellish forces. The Fourth Horseman ran. The heavy snow did not stop him at all. Then, as he was within range, Death leaped. On his arm, Mortis hungered for slaughter, and the Horseman was more than happy to feed it. His target was a Knight of Perdition. A target that was not expecting an air strike. A target whose demise would turn the tide. Then, Death landed. And struck. *** A lush green landscape. Far healthier than any other world he had ever seen. It was quiet, peaceful and apparently, inhabited. Strife rode forth, to do what should be done. His horse, Conflict, galloped with an air of arrogance that equalled that of its Rider. It was a white horse, covered in battle armor, scars, and white, fierce flames that whipped in the wind like hair. Its Rider was clad in leather, a worn out scarf covered his neck, his guns hung from his belt, his helmet gleamed and the air of confidence around him glowed like an aura. Then, there he saw it. A city atop a mountain, or rather, hanging by its side. Tall spires and towers touched the sky, a neat collection of buildings whose architecture flowed with an endless intricacy. Curves, lines and squiggles dominated most of the paint and design, all of them a mix of yellow, purple and blue. "Now," Strife muttered, "where the hell are you, brothers?" *** Blades clanged, flesh ripped. Limbs flew and heads fell. Wings tore and cries echoed. Death and War fought like the skirmish was no more than a mere exercise. With every minute that ended, a demon fell. One by one. Slowly, the once white snow became the dark red of demon blood, and the sickly green of the two Knights' spit. Soon after, the two stood surrounded by a pile of flesh, bloodstains and a rank smell that hovered in the air. "Seemed easy enough." War muttered, slowly bringing Chaoseater back into its strap. Death nodded, and whispered an incantation. Slowly, the dead bodies sank into the ground, becoming part of the permafrost. "This city must be near." Death said, eyeing the ground. "Well, what are we waiting for then?" War said, starting to trudge along the snow. Death followed, keeping an eye out for anything that might happen again. Minutes of trudging did they finally see the silhouettes of the equines in the distance. "Hold," Death commanded, "something's not right." The Pale Rider squinted, so did his brother. Behind the equines was a large, living shadow. It followed them, slowly beginning to expand. Then came a roar from deep within the black mass. A head formed, it was - yet again - equine in shape, but this one had a curved horn that was as red as War's cloak. It then began to chase it's intended victims. "It's like nothing in Creation can ever stay peaceful." War muttered. Death only grunted in agreement, and summoned Despair. So to, did War summon his mount and joined Death in the ride. *** Each jump took Strife higher and higher up the mountain. Each landing was graceful and silent. He did not sweat nor did he grunt. This too much of an easy task for the Rider. "So much for a challenge." Strife muttered arrogantly. Minutes passed and the Rider now stood above the city's walls, scanning the buildings and the inhabitants. "Would you look at that, Conflict's little cousins." Strife smiled within his mask crouched. "Now, how do I enter this place?" His eyes glinted. "Brother Death always had a thing for theatrics, so why not?" Strife jumped, summoned Conflict, and landed right on the saddle. The surrounding ponies scattered upon seeing the Horseman. "I guess that surprise was just right, don't you think so too, Conflict?" The horse only grunted. "Thought so too, now, onwards, and you can have some demon bones for dinner later." *** "War! How does one fight a living shadow?" "Fire perhaps?" "Sounds like fun." "Well, you always had a thing for theatrics." Death rode on, silent. Either oblivious to the remark or just immune to it, no one would ever know. As soon as he was within reach of the shadow, Harvester's twin scythe blade blazed with a green and sickly flame. He slashed at the black mass. The air around the shadow sizzled and the blackness dispersed, disintigrating into nothing but dust. It did not take a command for War to realize that fire was useful. Immediately, the Red Horseman rode into the mass, both rider and mount turning into living fireballs. The shadowy equine howled and thrashed, glaring at the two Riders. It's eyes widened, and once more, it roared. Within minutes, the creature had dispersed and ran away, disappearing behind the shadows of the blizzard. Death and War turned to the astonished faces of the ponies behind them. "Why so surprised?" Death said. He received no response. "You're welcome. Now, keep moving, it's best we stay out of this damned blizzard." *** Strife stood in front of the castle, still atop his mount. He had been surrounded by the equines, all pointing spears at him. The Rider merely twirled his guns in his hands, as if bored of the situation. "Might as well give up, little ponies. I could beat you anytime." Conflict neither in agreement. "Heh, even your bigger and badder cousin agrees." It was then that a single guard came running out the castle door. "The Changeling captive is gone!" Strife tilted his head, and underneath the mask, he grinned. All of the equines were distracted, some had lowered their spears, others looked the other way. "Well," Strife said, "off we go, Conflict!" The horse reared its legs and leaped higher than the ponies could imagine. The Horseman landed precisely where he intended. On the lowered castle gate. "See you later little ones, I've got a mission to do." Dumbfounded, the guards could only look at the Rider galloping boastfully away into the castle. Author's Note Yeah, I know I've been gone a long time and I apologize for that. I've been really busy being in high school and all. If you're mad at me or something, I understand. Hopefully, I'll make up for it by updating my stories. Well, I guess I'm back. Feedback is highly encouraged.
Chapter 5: The Beginning of Another JourneyThe thick and sturdy trees rattled as the phantom horse rode through the forest, trampling the thick bushes and leaves in its wake. Ruin occasionally set things on fire as he rode with War across the forest, leaving behind a trail of fire. Chaoseater was strapped to War's back, always in reach whenever the Horseman needed it. The ebony blade glinted in the sunlight, giving off a dark and hellish glow. War rode through the forest, his destination was his brother's newly built home. A few minutes of riding and the literally bony structure was in his line of sight. The building was large, yet small enough to be hidden from anything or anyone that had their eyes on the forest. Ghouls walked around the compound, going about their business. War was smart enough to know that Death had a security system hidden cleverly within the compound. Whatever may trespass here would be torn apart. In his own way, Death was an architect. Though rough and crude, his designs were intricate, showing detailed scenes of death, some cheerful others gloomy. The building seemed to have a mind of its own, as War sensed that is was alert. The Horseman shuddered, the last time he had encountered sentient structures was the affair of the Grand Abominations. The potent weapons his brother had created through the organs of an extinct race. He shrugged off the memories and walked towards the door. It opened before he could even reach it. Death stepped out, Harvester propped on his shoulder, holding it casually. “What brings you here?” the elder Horseman asked without preamble. “Does it hurt to visit my own brother?” Death said nothing. He walked towards War and planted Harvester on the ground, using the handle's sharp point as support. A familiar raven flew down from the trees, landing on Death's shoulder. “Have you reported to the Council?” Death asked. “Yes,” War replied, “I told them of the events in this world and they immediately told me to return.” “Strange that they would act that way.” Death mused. “It appears as if there is some demonic workings here.” the elder one continued, “Chrysalis said something about 'The Prince'.” War said nothing as he mounted Ruin. “That is for us to figure out at a later time.” he said, “For now, we have been called by the one called Celestia.” Death sighed, and took Harvester off the ground. The scythe became two smaller ones at his will then he hung them on his belt at his sides. “Go on ahead,” he said, “I will follow once I am ready.” He watched Ruin speed off into the forest, leaving a fiery orange and red trail behind. He watched his brother disappear within the forest. Then he stepped into the building. The building's interior was filled with armor sets and weapons that Death had acquired during his travels and quests. He stopped by a rack with a familiar looking buckler. It was made of bone, sharpened and shaped to create a shield-like appearance. A gaping maw lined with sharp teeth occupied the bottom part. But the most disturbing feature was the single eye that protruded from the center of the buckler, its gaze both longing and hating. Death could feel its soul, a shattered and broken soul screaming, a horrible mixture of both agony and rage. Mortis. One of the Grand Abominations. Carefully, Death produced a vial of blood from his belt. It was the blood of the Ravaiim. The only remaining source found in another world where the Nephilim had slaughtered a small colony of the beings. Death had three vials of the blood in his belt and he had kept it a secret from all. Gingerly, he poured a drop of blood. The dark liquid touched Mortis. Instantly, the buckler's hatred was reborn anew. Its eye gleamed, unblinking. Death took the buckler and strapped it on, careful not to expose his mind to the buckler's semi-sentient one. Then the eldest of the Horsemen walked out the door. *** Celestia stood beside War, still unaccustomed to the Horseman's presence, but comfortable enough. They stood silently, waiting for Death. It had been ten full minutes of waiting, yet their patience never grew thin. Then he came. Out of the emptiness of air came the cries of the dead, green flames erupted from the ground ten meters away from War, the flames grew, reaching a height almost as tall as the Second Horseman, at the base of the flames was a corpse-green portal, radiating the sordid existence and stench of death and decay. Running out of the portal was Despair, with Death on the steed's back, wearing an unpleasantly familiar buckler. Even from here, War could feel Mortis' hatred, its anguish and its rage. The cry of the Ravaiim. Their cry for revenge against those who had denied them everything. The hatred seemed too much for Celestia as she flinched the moment its power touched the air around them. As Death neared the two, he willed Despair to go back into the Void, from where he came. The phantom horse obliged and sank back into the earth, its deathly cries still echoing in the air above. The eldest Horseman slowly walked towards the two, ignoring their strained expressions upon the presence of Mortis. “What made you think to bring that...thing?” War asked. “Just in case.” was Death's only answer. War took that as a sign to leave the matter be. He turned to Celestia and gestured for her. Celestia understood and turned to Death, still at an unease due to Mortis. “I have come to ask for a favor.” she said. “We are not your errand boys, equine.” Death said. “Oh I'm sure that you will find that this quest has its rewards.” Celestia continued, unwavering. She told the two to head north, where they would have to help her subjects in protecting the Crystal Empire, an empire thought to be lost long ago, but has returned after countless years in complete darkness. “Help us, Horseman, and we will help you.” Celestia said finally, “ Perhaps you may even find somethings useful in your ongoing mission.” “She may have a point, brother.” War said. “Since when did you, War, take the opinion of others?” Death said semi-sarcastically. War did not take it as an offense, he merely shrugged. “Fine,” Death finally said, “in the meantime, I still need more answers.” Celestia nodded, knowing full well what he had meant. She watched as the two left, their mounts leaving behind a fiery trail. *** The bucolic landscape soon changed. At first, the scenery reminded Death of Eden, it was beautiful, peaceful and quiet. There were no disturbances, no noises aside from the thundering hooves of Ruin and Despair. Yet the scenery changed as soon as they knew they had crossed the border going to the North, where their new task awaited. As they neared the North, the grass slowly changed from healthy, to withering and poor then to nothing as the blizzards and snow began to fall and strike the Horsemen with their unrelenting fury and force. For War and Death, the cold was nothing. They had been to even colder worlds, some were from the Abyss, where worlds would crumble and be reborn. This cold was nothing to them. They pushed on forward, Ruin and Despair galloping through the snow as if it were nothing but thin air. The Horsemen rode, their hellish and powerful mounts leaving a trail of melted snow and burning hoofprints. But what they did not notice, was the living shadow that they would soon meet. It watched the two powerful figures ride through the thick and heavy snow. Then it dissolved, becoming a trail of blackness, slithering across the snowy ground, and occasionally leaving a mark of black and poisonous crystals. It slithered, moving towards it true objective, leaving the two figures it observed as unimportant. However...it would soon be proven wrong.. Author's Note Hey guys, how's it going? Anyway, I guess I will take a short break from this story for awhile, like maybe two weeks or so, cuz I need to focus on my other stories too, so I hope you can wait for awhile before the next update. Remember: - Give me some feedback - Some constructive criticism is highly accepted, nothing like "This story is sh**t." or something like that. - Stay awesome!
