Thread: In the Name of the Almighty (Razgriz x Karameida)

Conquest The battle for the Senshi would not be an easy one along with the countless demons that ravaged Crystal Tokyo, they would find that Conquest's influence was driving the citizens themselves to attack their former protectors. Not to mention that the influence of the other Horseman was causing massive chaos in other portions of the once-pristine city. Conquest was busy having the dregs attackling the lion's share of the Senshi, idly watching on as his forces battled Earth's defenders. Why fight when he had so many willing subjects to do it for him? His golden crown seemed to glow as the loyalty of his soldiers fueled him, adding even more strength to his already awesome might. Bah! Look at you bunch of harlots! Can't even handle a small number of lower-caste demons! he shouted, even as the numbers began to dwindle in front of him. What they would notice is that no more were appearing as if Conquest had stopped calling his hordes for back up for the moment. Was it arrogance, or calculated preservation of his own troops? Either way, this would be a long and hard-fought battle. Famine Famine in the East Sector drove those that still lived to delve into their deepest desires. Some stripped their clothes and began fucking each other out in broad daylight, others broke into food stores and began devouring every morsel they could get their hands on. Others still used the distraction to pillage the unsuspecting of their money, hoarding it all for themselves. A fewer number even killed their own and began devouring their warm flesh, their front sides becoming stained with copious amounts of blood. Mmhmm....Yes. Give in, mortals. Take what you desire, what it is you hunger for the most.... Famine commented evilly as his horse Strife fed on the flesh of the dead one of Famine's thin hands gently stroked the neck of his beloved steed, Yes, Strife. Eat, regain your strength it's been a while since you've fed, hasn't it? All around him, as the citizens gave into what their soul truly hungered for, black tendrils of energy flowed into the Rider of the Black Horse, giving him strength and the ability to move more freely. His sunken eyes roamed over the crowd, letting Strife wander from corpse to corpse. One particular man was rather gluttonous, his form surrounded by a veritable pile of food. Hmm...Quite the ravenous eater, I see...... Famine commented as he took the scales from the sling along his tailbone and held them out. The left plate slowly drifted down from the equilibrium position, going down and down until it rested quite a ways from where it had been. Mmm...Your hunger is strong, and your soul.....Spectacular the Black Horseman stated soon the eating man looked up and stared right into Famine's eyes. A bright light formed around Famine's mouth-mask soon enough, the soul of the human was drawn out of its mortal shell, flowing into Famine's maw and being permanently devoured. Hehehe...Yeeeeeessss......Delectable! Death Death's influence was more versatile. Small electrical storms would strike down some citizens, wild dogs would rip others to shreds, some literally starved and turned into semi-living skeletons in a matter of seconds. and people would even be driven to kill each other. Such was the power of Death he quickly took domain over a quarter of this city and he brought with him whatever means of death would befall those unfortunate enough to still be around him. A fortunate few met a quick and painless end at the mercy of his scythe, their souls painlessly reaved from their mortal shells and becoming one with the master of the spirit world. Within mere moments, every living human in this quarter of the city was dead corpses lined the area's floor, some having looks of terror etched on their faces, whilst others merely appeared to be sleeping. It didn't take long for the crows to come calling a few of the black birds began picking away at the dead flesh. It was so unlike the rest of the city, his brothers stirring up such trouble even if it was their duty and their latent powers working for them, he didn't understand why they had to make such a mess. Even with himself, forcing plagues, famine, violence was absolutely disgraceful he was more pleased with helping souls depart this life and move onto the next, wanting the process to be streamlined, quick and efficient. As he contemplated this, a relative calm had fallen across his portion of the marred and scarred city. A gentle breeze ruffled the cloak-like garment he wore it was times like this where he would sit and simply think, reflecting on everything that had happened on other planets. Just how many worlds they had to destroy in order to maintain the Balance of the Universe. Death knew, however, that this was just the beginning and there was little time, if any, to merely linger. Begone, Despair my opponent will be here soon enough, and I don't want to risk you getting hurt Death then said to his green mount Despair gently nudged his master's shoulder in farewell before taking to the skies once more and vanishing into the void. Now all that was left for him to do was sit and wait for his opponent to arrive. War King Endymion But the main battle was not with any of the other Horsemen....No, it was with the one Horseman second only in strength to Death himself. The Rider of the Red Horse, Ares, Odin, Hachiman-Shin, Bandua, Neit, Chi You....Many of the beings Earth referred to as gods of war were a result of him, though not through fathering by him did they come to be. Regardless, he was the legendary bringer of violence and destruction, the embodiment which civilizations in the past have called upon for victory against their enemies. He was War, and his limitless rage and fury would rain fire down upon this world and right the wrongs these people have committed. War and Ruin rode forth, the red steed's fire-saturated hooves leaving a distinctive trail for Endymion and his two female companions to follow despite this, the Red Horse was incredibly fast and made following him a rather difficult task. Not to mention that War seemed to be causing even more bloodshed than any of his brothers put together. The civilians that didn't get burned alive would also start attacking each other their attacks - despite being unarmed - were all that much more violent, forcing War's pursuers to try and stop the madness where they could. This fight would not be an easy one to win, and with the way things were going, it didn't even look like they had a chance in hell of even making it out alive. But they couldn't just let Crystal Tokyo fall! If it fell, that meant the Earth was doomed to crumble from the onslaught of these otherworldly monsters. From amidst the flames of battle and the increasingly destroyed World Capital rode forth none other than the Rider of the Red Horse himself, War atop his trusty steed Ruin. Arriving from a heavily decimated side-street, the flaming hooves of War's horse clopped heavily on the ground as he made his way to the scorched and blood-soaked park at the center of the city. A playground stood barely standing the swings where children once enjoyed themselves were now nothing more than a heap of twisted, stained metal. The see-saws themselves were removed with brute force, their boards used as pikes by a clever set of demons to display human corpses for their own amusement. War arrived in the center of the park and banished Ruin, the grey-red skinned steed riding forth into a portal of flame and out of this realm. The Horseman looked around he seemed to have lost his pursuers. Feh, cowardly bastards! They were so intent on chasing after me....Damn that Conquest and thrice-damned avarice He would then invert his sword, its length dripping with streams of red violent energy, and plunged its tip into the ground as he bellowed Queen Serenity! King Endymion! Show yourselves and face me! Your world burns and yet you cower like frightened prey! Die an honorable death and stand before me in the fields of battle! As he shouted this, red energy seemed to swirl violently around him, a massive wind causing his cape to billow out from where he stood. The Chaos of this world-destroying event was fueling him.......And soon the former rulers would feel the wrath of War himself. Endymion soon arrived on scene, his ornate sword in one hand as he stood fearlessly before War. You certainly make it easy and yet frustrating to find you. I wished the visions were not true, but it seems you have indeed come, War. Now explain what it is you're doing here! Earth has done no wrong! Even as Endymion demanded the Red Rider explain himself, his eyes traveled over his opponent's form. Heavily armed and armored, this opponent seemed very capable, even with the unbelievable enormous sword he seemed to swing around so easily. He is strong, that much is certain...But how strong? To think that the Horsemen are real, let alone attacking Earth Endymion thought to himself. War just wrenched his own sword from the ground and pointed it right at Endymion, Blind mortal! You dare insult my intelligence! Everything you have done is wrong! You have shifted the Balance, and pitched all of existence into a downward spiral! And for that, your world will burn! Such is the fate of those who defy the Law! War then charged in, raising his massive blade to strike down Endymion in a single blow. Endymion managed to dodge just as the titanic blade crashed down, shouting Mars! Protect Serenity! I will handle this vagrant myself!