The Horsemen: War of Sin

The Seals of Sin

          All right, before I start I just want to say that I am currently in lots of pain, so I apologize if anything seems weird or out of place. I'll probably go back and fix this chapter later
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As the child known as Death opened his cold, black eyes for the first time, the other Horsemen fell to Earth. They had been hovering above him, but now where being forced to the ground by massive waves of power. Death, with his weak limbs, was pushed back to the ground after attempting to stand.
    This power felt... familiar. They felt it every single day, and it never left them. It was their power, but more than they had before. It was their true power, freed from Yahweh's grasp. The sheer force of their power was pushing their bodies into the ground, and drilling into their subconscious. This was the first time any of them felt pain.
As the power continued to crush them they began to fall unconscious. Before they did, each one received a different vision.
Pestilence's vision was more of a series of short images. First there was a light-skinned man raising a flag over a crumbling columned building, with dead bodies strewn around him. A second later the image shift to one of a medieval army marching across a old battlefield, their iron boots crushing the skull of their enemies' ancestors. Then there was a man, clad entirely in black robes, his primal hunger emitting malevolent waves of energy. After that came a cyborg clad in black armor staring idly a marble mausoleum, his pain and hated killing all who came to close to him. A flash of light, then an explosion which destroyed a entire planet and killed billions. The suffering of thousands as they starved because of him...
War's vision was less vague, and was also just one long scene. A man wearing full armor and a red cape walking through a lake, whose waters were red with blood. A titanic ship was falling from the sky, it's engines long destroyed by laser weaponry of the invading humans. As it touched the tallest skyscraper it exploded into huge plumes of smoke. The horrified screams of the planet's citizens, as all they knew was being destroyed by the Empire because of their own folly. And then the man started laughing...
Victory's vision was was less brutal and malevolent than the other two horsemen. It was a coronation, of a man wearing golden armor. A religious man, draped in white robes with a crown of gold, was presiding of the ceremony. His large Adam's apple was jerking quickly as he spoke of the peace and prosperity the Empire of Man would bring to the galaxy as they spread their banners across the stars. As he ended, a large golden crown was placed upon the first emperor's head. The Imperial Guardsmen held their riot shields high, as the masses attempt to reach out to their beloved ruler. The cheering of the masses was instantly silenced as he stood from his throne and began speaking...
The childlike Death was the most affected by his vision. It was of him, older and taller, reaping the souls of the dead. They pleaded for mercy, offering everything they once owned for their lives. But the adult Death did not understand the concept of mercy or
leniency. The dead were dead, and the souls who sinned in life would be eternally damned to the pits of hell, just as the virtuous souls who live in the golden city of Yahweh. No one, no matter whether they were rich or poor, was exempt from his laws. All of the lesser ones had one thing to look forward to, his scythe...
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As the four horsemen began to wake from their forced slumber, they found themselves in a massive armory. The room was a cube, with one wall dedicated one of the four. Near each wall of the room was a black metallic pot, filled nearly to the brim with a bubbling liquid. War had Lava from deep in the mantle of Mul'varion (The molten planet), Victory had molten Imperial gold, Pestilence had a mixture of burning ice (pressurized not frozen) and some kind of silver, while Death had a pot of some kind of black metal. There was no obvious door, but they could leave by walking through any of the walls.
Pestilence lept to his feet and looked around, before his red eyes began to twinkle. Victory, noticing this, asked him "Where are we? We were just on Earth!". Pestilence, however, was not the one to answer.
The loud, echoey voice of Yahweh was the one to answer," You are in the castle, my dear. It is time to make your seals and symbols of power. If you don't your power would be to uncontrollable for any life to handle." His bright light was now cascading over the Four, causing Pestilence to grimace and cover his eyes.
And so, with Yahweh's instructions the Four began their work, infusing their power into the liquid then shaping it into what they wish. War was the first to finish, and his symbols were the easiest to make. His seven seals were each a deep crimson metal, which he would later name Demonic galvion. His symbols were two swords and a shield. The swords were one-handed long swords, whose blades were white, and hilt made up of black metal Death was using but covered in rough leather. His shield held a flame and sword emblem upon it, and was made out of the same steel as one of his swords. Once he was done he went over to Death, eager to aid the young horseman.
The next to finish was Victory, as she could only make 6 seals, 3 Virtues and 3 sins. The seals were made white marble, with little specks of black attempting to reach the center. The beautiful bow was made out of Imperial Gold, strengthened with Lunar silver which wrapped around it like vines. The string was a pitch black piece of yarn, and not even Victory knew of its origin.
Next was Death. His seven sins were made of his Orthroic Steel (A black variant of steel). His scythe was darker than his eyes, the blade consuming any light that dared to come near him. It... spoke to him, begging Death to feed it just one measly soul. It would never bother him again, it promised. It's words were like a snake, slithering closer and closer until, finally it stuck. With great difficulty Death tore his Will from the scythe, now silent. He feared for when that voice would return soon, and he would not be able to resist it for much longer.
          Pestilence was the last to finish. He finished all seven seals quickly, their bright silvery glow reminding him of that. But his scales, those were the problem. He had to get it perfect, or Justice itself would forever be titled. The Silver metal was all right, what had he done wrong? The matching emerald gems were the same, and so were the white strings. It felt... empty, but what did he have left to use? Yahweh, hovering over his shoulder, then levitated a black crystallized cross over to him that was hiding under some scrap metal. Pestilence, quickly realizing what it was, was stunned. It was part of his soul, a pure manifestation of his powers. He turned around, his mind flooding with unanswered questions, only to see the Light wink out of existence. Still, the black cross would balance Justice perfectly.

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Again I must apologize for how this turned out. I did have a plan for this chapter, but it eventually devolved into this. I do have plans for these chapters, and this one did foreshadow quite heavily into later books. Later, once I have written more chapters, i will go back over this and change things. The Seals are different in this than in the little one-shots because at the time I had no idea what i wanted to do with these characters. On one final note, I have had an Idea for the Victory one-shot and will be writing it soon.