Death
When the Lamb opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature say, "Come and see!" I looked and there before me was a pale horse! Its rider was named Death, and Hades was following close behind him. They were given power over a fourth of the earth to kill by sword, famine and plague, and by the wild beasts of the earth.|
I am Azrael the angel of death. I have gone by many names, Thanatos, Anubis, etc.
OOC: Reason I haven’t been posting/replying/active for the past few days would be personal real life problems. You know; those annoying inappropriate problems that pop out of nowhere and temporarily screw up your life.
If there’s anyone with a post waiting for a reply, message me so I can fix that.
May or may not disappear again, since real life seems to be unstable these days.
And suddenly I got very busy these past days. You see, I had an express massacre in the Middle-East to take care of and 6 murders in the US. Busy, busy, busy…
And War were complaining again, about the time it takes for Apocalypse to come, so I had to calm him down a little, before we had an early Judgement Day. Luckily for you, Conquest came around and War suddenly had other things to attend to.
Reminds me of the Haiti incident…
Yes, that was War and Conquest having a little… “quality” time together.
Hey, as long as it isn’t Famine and Pestilence going at it, I can’t complain.
Yesterday was a bit hectic, with a man with a scull on fire, and some arrogant demon, and a contract for a thousend souls, and whatnot.
I promised to talk about the plagues, didn’t I?
I only have fond memories. The Black Death was made by an old colleague of mine, Hades. He attempted to make the people remember him and the rest of the gods, so he contacted Pestilence and Famine and made them help him create an epidemic. It was, though, a back-fired attempt. They started praying to the Unnamed God instead.
Good times, though. Lots of deaths, lots of work for me, and many interestings ways of dying…
…Reminds me of the Spanish Epidemic…
Day after the day where one of the first lynchings happened…
…And Pestilence is having his kind of fun, by corrupting every single egg (even the chocolate ones…don’t ask me how he does that) he can get near. I got tired of the stench of rotten eggs, and got his brother, Famine, to lock him into a room.
…what the two of them are doing now, I’d rather not guess. I am but hoping that no new epidemics of vomiting and general yuckiness will erupt from it.
In fact, the only things I would consider positive outcomes of their little…sessions, would be the Spanish Plague and the Black Plague.
I think I’ll write about that next time. Right now, I have a village of souls to collect from some guy with a skull on fire.
Easter. The only thing these particular days remind me of, is one of the first lynchings I’ve seen. Back in Judea, they were good at that, might I add: Hang a man up on a wooden cross, tie him up to a tree, dig a hole and plop him in there, and of course stoning.
And they did it for the silliest of things, really. Theft, unfaithfulness, blasphemy… Honestly, quite trivial.
Oh well; more work for me, and more…entertainment for me.
Though, I liked the touch of darkness and lightning from Him. He does really know how to make a grand exit and ending.
He kissed her temple gently as they reached her, ‘bedroom.’
Valery kept clinging to him, not wanting to let go. She was still afraid of the nightmares.
He sits on the bed with her and smiles, “Relax and lie on the bed, gently drift to sleep, I’ll protect you from the nightmares..”
“I’m here now… don’t worry.” He smiled slightly.
Valery sniffled through her sobbing, mumbled a single audible sentence. “I wanna go home…” Home here was meant as the lighthouse. Her only home.
“We’ll go together.” He whispered, pulling away from her and holding her hand, walking with her back to the lighthouse.
She kept close to him, clinging to his side while holding the teddy close to her chest. She was softly sobbing, nuzzling underneath his arm for comfort.
Azrael put his jacket around her and rubbed her shoulders lightly, walking up the lighthouse stairwell with her.
She went with him, nuzzling into him and holding the jacket tightly around her form, seeking comfort. Her sobbing had ceased a little. Now it was only the occassional sniffle once in a while.
He kissed her temple gently as they reached her, ‘bedroom.’