The dice spun rapidly, carefully dancing around the room as they came between the two that were preparing a gamble. The Aztec soldiers seemed careful as they retreated back at the ferocity of the horseman. He displayed his brutality as he proceeded too rip the unfortunate soldier within his grasp. His fingers piercing into its body as he gored the warrior and spilled its entrails upon the ground before him. Tossing the remnants of the torso and legs at his feet. The sickness of his touch was clear as disease began to spread quickly as the rot began to eat at the body. Beginning to decay and thin the corpse as sores and buboes began to expand throughout the wounds with blood and pus accompanying them. These sensations began too bleed into John and the Aztecs could feel the disturbing feeling within their bones.
The Aztecs seemed too learn of their mistake as they seemed to begin to understand the desperate situation they had found themselves in. Their immediate attack had been one out of desperation and reprieve and the results already were grim. They knew if they committed too such an action again that it could potentially be even more fatal than before. Deciding to play defensively they simultaneously presented themselves in a defensive stance as they held their weapons forward and awaited for what they already knew would occur.
As the words began to escape John's lips the monster itself readied itself as it proceeded to raise its remaining arm in response. The pores around his arms began to expand and open as a torrent of maggots launched themselves from his gaping wounds. By the time the word had finally reached the ears of the Reaper, the maggots themselves had found themselves soaring through the air towards them.
"High."
The dice had fallen immediately after as the Aztec warriors began to slice and cut at the larva that were fired through the air. The grubs digging themselves through the bones of the soldiers as the shaman among them began to spout fire from his skull as he proceeded to burn them away. John would be able too see one of the dice before his feet as this was all happening. Some of the worms finding themselves within his bones as they proceeded to try and eat away at his skeleton as the number before him was clear too him.
It was the number three.
Had he failed? Was it low?
These questions surrounded him but as this storm of maggots continued too eat them alive he could see the body of the dead Aztec warrior suddenly sprout too life. He could feel its life returning as its eyes gave a ghastly glow as the sickly creature began to grip at the blade that still remained within his hands. With one last desperate wail it swung its arm with tremendous strength as its wooden obsidian blade struck into the already wounded side of the horseman and with its ferocious final act it penetrated through flesh and meat as it ripped a sizable chunk from Pestilence.
The Death God revealed no difference in its expression as he forced his fist through the warriors skull. Crushing through its body as he tossed the body aside and proceeded to stare into the eyes of John. The small pair of dice simply before him as the number itself was barely visible from the viscera spread about but it was clear.
The number was four. It was high.
There was also something incredibly visible too the entire group and that was something that shone within the reaper's body. It shimmered and gave a glow that was reminiscent of the sun as it flashed throughout its body as the death god moved. Not necessarily afraid of revealing such a thing too the others. Almost offering the challenge that if they wished to retrieve it that they would require to come close enough to sickness and tempt death. His hands clearly had shown what a simple touch would do too a body. Now it was up to them if they wished to continue to save this creature or end it here.
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@Ur Degaton )
"Fall over, you dead tree,"
The Horseman had suddenly been surrounded by wasps himself as he broke his concentration towards John and looked over towards Sid. He could feel the insects burying and embedding themselves throughout his body as they particularly attacked the wounded areas throughout his body. It seemed amusing that something had referred to him as dead as the wasps horded over his body he seemed too increase the limits of the others as he breathed in slowly.
As he exhaled a massive dark cloud of mist exited his mouth. The locusts themselves struggling as their bodies began too wither away as ash inside of him as this mist spread throughout the room and covered the floor in half a meter of dust. They could all feel their legs beginning too give as the dust weakened the muscles, bones and blood within their bodies. He then looked on wards as the horse took the brunt of the hit towards its face as the tendrils began to tear and erupt from the spinning blade coming into contact with them. It shrieked loudly as it reared up on its legs and smashed them into Sid's chest in response as it then swung its large tool like weapon with its hands and slammed him within his stomach as it began too grind him along the ground as it turned too face the demented angel that was not proceeding too eat it apart.
It charged forward with its endless tendrils wrapping around and gripping at the fallen angel as it proceeded to stampeded towards the nearest wall. Slamming itself with intense speed as it smashed both Sid and the Angel into the wall definitely cracking the bones of the remnant as Sid was wailed alongside the wall as it repeatedly began to beat it with its pole arm.
"What do you know about Death? I ask you Reaper because I want to know your answer before I take you there... And as for the others. I shall bring them all too heel before me. I am conquest and you will not win this war of attrition. I promise as the one that suffers that none of you can outlast me in what I was created for."
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@Kobold )
As the Shaman freed themselves from the worms they continued desperately too aid Sebastian. Focusing on the blood cells that Sebastian wished too target and assuring the blood itself remained within the Horseman's body. Though, as they explored the tainted blood of the creature it began to slowly become very clear that the blood itself was already afflicted by numerous diseases and parasites. Even the remote part that they explored was clearly coated in rot, filth, and blood that resembled oil than it did anything remotely human. The creature had not been lying that they were specifically one that suffered and the amount of infestations made it abundantly clear that they were a host not only to all afflictions but all the sufferings that came with it and as Sebastian looked at the Horseman. They grinned as if they could sense all of this and welcomed it happily within their body.
"Give me the blessings of affliction, infection and disease. It will only make me stronger... I can make you this powerful too if you aid me against your allies." The whispers of this offering came towards Sebastian as they surrounded his ears. It had seemed the stale air had transferred this clearly throughout the chaos and violence that continued.
The Shaman looked at Sebastian as they seemed to realize the futility of their efforts but they continued in their aid and efforts too assist in this.
The injuries began to further worsen among Sebastian as he could feel his skin breaking and his bruises worsening. The slow feeling of losing control slowly cluttering his mind as the horrors of sickness continued too surround him. Pecking and slowly aching at him. Each of their attempts tiring and exhausting them more as the Death God seemed more and more at peace with whatever befell him. Though, as the fire erupted it was quick as the Horseman pulled himself immediately away.
The fight for oxygen was real and the slow suffocation began to ache their throats as the fire vanished from DeAndre as Miklan stood beside Sebastian with his arms extended as he focused his efforts on the blood within the Reaper. He helped retained control even as the sickness attempted too absorb the blood within its own. This was not the God of Blood but as the one of Bone they were one clearly compatible of helping as they expanded the blood greatly within the Death God. Breathing as they began too talk towards Sebastian.
"Pull the blood from his body." Miklan responded as they stared down the other Death God. "Rip it out of him." He responded as his hands shook at the intensity of the blood that began to explode the vessels within the Horseman's body and stretch the muscle and fat underneath.
"We may have to end him."
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@Wister )
The Demon of Greed smiled even as her face revealed the ills that afflicted it. "Isn't God out there too kill us all? Wasn't that always a thing God decided for you creatures?" She began too pull herself up from the floor as she clearly struggled too her feet. Whatever she was infected with had truly wracked her body but she clearly listened towards Sylvia's words as she gave a nod of appreciation. She used Sylvia's shoulder for support as she breathed. "I couldn't dodge those damned dice even if I wanted too. I rolled poorly and will suffer from that mistake but seems like the lucky one of you was able to bet right." She responded as she pointed at the flashing light within the Death God.
"It seems that all the vents are unfolding at the same time." She responded as she pointed towards the Horses distraction as well as Miklan and Sebastian's focus on their efforts to rip the blood from within the Death God. "I will be asking you too accomplish something greedy... I won't be able too aid as much but I believe I can offer you at least the last of my aid." She whispered as she looked towards Sylvia and raised her eyebrow. "You still have Raquel's scale don't you?" She smiled warmly as she looked down at her and motioned at the arrow that had pierced her skull. "You can choose to be greedy and I will offer you many choices that will allow you to do so... You could stab yourself with that plague's spear and cut out the part of the seal that the Death God obviously has within them. Though, I know you probably don't enjoy that idea. You could also potentially offer me the scale and allow me to do it myself. I am at death's door and I don't particularly believe I shall survive this but with that scale I may do so. Though, do you trust a demon? Lastly, you could charge that creature with that spear and rip out that seal from his entrails yourself. If you believe yourself to be that greedy to do it. I would be surely surprised if you committed to that but I can at least promise to aid you. Her scarf began to snake its way up Sylvia's body as it was incredibly light but felt incredibly strong as the threads wound their way around her body.
"I can offer at least one last thing as well..." She responded as the shawl began to wrap itself around Sylvia's mouth as it allowed her to breath clearly though it also forced her to take quick and short breaths. It seemed the Demon had already knew what decision was going to be made as she finally settled herself on her two feet.
"There is one last thing I can provide but I need you to be at least a slight distraction. That doesn't mean I don't believe you can't get the seal but that what I will be attempting puts me at much greater risk than you will be placed in. I assure you that my greed places me not only as someone who wants to play safely but also one willing too take a chance too get what they want." She smiled as she awaited for Sylvia's decision.
The Horse watched as the flames began to scorch the area around it. Creating a wall of fire that rapidly sealed it away from its master as the ropes of fire began to lash out and try to ensnare the creature. This caused it too scream as it pulled its own strange weapon away from Sid as it turned quickly and launched this thing like a bullet straight towards DeAndre's chest. The Angel itself still furiously grabbing and biting at the Horse as it was being wrestled into the wall before finally being let free as the horse quickly turned and kicked the creature with intense form into the wall.
As the spear followed its way towards DeAndre the horse itself began to disappear in a whirl of darkness before reappearing alongside the spear charging forward with full force as it prepared to gore the man in vengeance.
It was obviously beaten, battered and bleeding as it raced along too meet him. The short distance felt like a mile as he could feel each heartbeat hammering within his chest as this creature was now upon him.
Everyone had their place, everyone had their responses and DeAndre was now left fully alone with one of the four horses as it was one last breath away from fully impaling him within its makeshift skewer.
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(I am sorry this has been dead for so long hope you guys enjoyed it and if it is to die we can do that just have had lots going on and been crazy drained plus been losing my own replies trying to reply to this. I was a fool for not saving them and watching them disappear but I finally went through it and am still interested and fully wanting too continue this. I want too write again and will be talking more on discord I hope you all enjoy it!)
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@Zahara We miss your ugly Mickey!)