Shake and Bake
Star
- Joined
- Nov 29, 2011
- Location
- Iowa
The tinkling of the bells drew nearer and then out of the clouds came a spear, spiraled red and white with paint. The metal shone in the last rays of light before sinking into the chest of Pestilence. The spear made a sickening crunch and it slid all the way through the horseman and pinned him to the roof. He clutched at the shaft but his last breaths of life were feeble and finally he slumped over only held up by the thing that has killed him.
Bursting through the clouds on a red chariot drawn by eight armored reindeer. In the chariot stood a man with a hard face and a white beard that touched his chest, which was clad in red armor. The remaining three horsemen watched in awe as he landed on the roof with the hoofs of the reindeer clicking in the shingles. Even Vicarious raised an eyebrow at how easily he has killed Pestilence. “Woahhhh there Rudolph…” Said the man in a deep booming voice as the chariot came to a halt and the man stepped out. He must have been almost seven foot tall, and his black boots reached his knees meeting his armored legs and at on his hips were two hooked blades. He was nearly bald and in between two pointed ears, his eyes looked like they had seen a great many wars. He walked over to the fallen horsemen, and pulled out his spear with ease and with a kick of his boot sent the body over the edge to be fed on by the hungry undead.
“Who in the fuck are you?” asked War with his arms crossed, looking unimpressed.
“Saint Nicolas.” Death answered, looking up at the big man on the roof. “How nice for you to join us.” Death flapped his wings.
“I don't get an invite?” A female voice echoed in Death's ear, and he spun around in shock. Nobody could sneek up on Death! Never in all the years! He found Valeria there with her raven hair blowing in the wind, a circlet of silver on her brow. “We out number you now, just so you know.” she said with a smirk.
Famine sneered and in a snake like slither of flies appeared on the ground in front of Valeria. “Have you forgotten how to count wench? We are even in numbers” As if for an answer, three knives came from the tree behind Valeria and struck famine in the chest, but decomposed in the rotten flesh of her body.
Valeria smiled now, “Not in the slightest Famine.”
Death grimaced as he looked around him and saw that the odds were against them now “we must flee companions, but we will be back. Our power reaches far….” his voice faded as they all seemed to fade as well.
“It is safe now Daimon” Valeria said as she walked over to Vicarious and knelt down and touched her hand to his forehead. “Relax brother, i will heal these cursed wounds.” her voice was as clear as spring water. Behind her a figure leapt from the tree and landed a few feet behind Valeria. He was dressed in a deep maroon, tight fitting leather armor, and around his lower face was a piece of black cloth that served as a mask. His hair was platinum blond, making quite the contrast, a little longer than finger length.
Vicarious had still not wrapped his mind around the events that had just taken place. He felt his body become clear of pain as a slight tickling sensation crept up through his body as his wounds healed. “Well am i supposed to say thank you sister?” he mocked at he rubbed the skin where the wound had just been a moment before.
“Well that would be a good start” boomed the voice of St. Nicholas from the roof. “You'd be dead if not for us”
“Part of me already is” Vicarious looked at Warren and felt a pang of guilt. He had caused this. He had done this to him. He should have been stronger. Now Irja was gone too.
Valeria knelt by Warren's body and touched his heart. “Actually he is still alive, but barely. We will take him with us. You must find your daughter”
“I want to-” Daimon was cut off by a hand of Valeria
“No. He must do this alone.” Was all she said making the masked man back away.
In the depths of Hell, in the Great Palace of Satan, In the infernal throne room sat the one that all demons answered to. The one who all in heaven called cursed. The one who was in command of the greatest army the universe of any had ever seen. Lucifer sat upon his throne made of the bodies that he had personally taken to gain his power. He thrummed his nails, more like claws on the arm of the chair impatiently. He had sent the guards to get her over ten minutes ago. This was taking far too long.
His gaze was drawn to the opening door, and in walked the four guards he had sent, one with Irja over his shoulder. She looked like she was quite the fighter. He liked fighters. They were fun to break. He admired himself for formulating the plan to send his four witch demons to get her. Vicarious had been quite the fucking nuisance of late, and he almost wished he could leave hell and kill him. That was a task beneath him. Vicarious was a cockroach, but his daughter…..his daughter he had heard of a great beauty and power. She had not unlocked that as he could see, as she was thrown on the hard obsidian foor.
As the guards started to leave he shot 4 bolts of dark arrows from his fingers killing them all. They had taken to long, and he had no patience for such things. He had a war to wage on the one who thought he was almighty. God.The name sounded like bile even in Lucifer's mind. He had been preparing for the moment he broke heavens gates down for centuries and he would be damned if he would let some fucking demon ruin it for him. He stood to his full height at almost 8 foot tall and his skin was a deep red and he was naked except a for his black beard and slicked back hair between two great horns protruding from his forehead. His cock hung a foot and a half, flaccid between his legs.
He beckoned with a hand making her stand by some unseen force. “Let me see what has been keeping me awake so many nights” Her face was indeed beautiful and she had her father's eyes. His spear pointed tail swished back and forth as he licked his lips with his forked tongue. “Yes you will make a fine bride.” He would need someone to sit beside him as he rules all of existence. He had wanted to get rid of her at first, but had changed his mind when he had heard about her drive, her innocence, and that face. She would be his now, and that cocksucker Vicarious would die to the Four horsemen like was planned. “you will have a throne in here soon enough sweet-ling, to sit beside me. I do hope all is to your liking so far?” he drew closer to her and looked down at her small body from his superior height. “If not things will be changed so they are so.” he flashed his fangs in a smile.
Bursting through the clouds on a red chariot drawn by eight armored reindeer. In the chariot stood a man with a hard face and a white beard that touched his chest, which was clad in red armor. The remaining three horsemen watched in awe as he landed on the roof with the hoofs of the reindeer clicking in the shingles. Even Vicarious raised an eyebrow at how easily he has killed Pestilence. “Woahhhh there Rudolph…” Said the man in a deep booming voice as the chariot came to a halt and the man stepped out. He must have been almost seven foot tall, and his black boots reached his knees meeting his armored legs and at on his hips were two hooked blades. He was nearly bald and in between two pointed ears, his eyes looked like they had seen a great many wars. He walked over to the fallen horsemen, and pulled out his spear with ease and with a kick of his boot sent the body over the edge to be fed on by the hungry undead.
“Who in the fuck are you?” asked War with his arms crossed, looking unimpressed.
“Saint Nicolas.” Death answered, looking up at the big man on the roof. “How nice for you to join us.” Death flapped his wings.
“I don't get an invite?” A female voice echoed in Death's ear, and he spun around in shock. Nobody could sneek up on Death! Never in all the years! He found Valeria there with her raven hair blowing in the wind, a circlet of silver on her brow. “We out number you now, just so you know.” she said with a smirk.
Famine sneered and in a snake like slither of flies appeared on the ground in front of Valeria. “Have you forgotten how to count wench? We are even in numbers” As if for an answer, three knives came from the tree behind Valeria and struck famine in the chest, but decomposed in the rotten flesh of her body.
Valeria smiled now, “Not in the slightest Famine.”
Death grimaced as he looked around him and saw that the odds were against them now “we must flee companions, but we will be back. Our power reaches far….” his voice faded as they all seemed to fade as well.
“It is safe now Daimon” Valeria said as she walked over to Vicarious and knelt down and touched her hand to his forehead. “Relax brother, i will heal these cursed wounds.” her voice was as clear as spring water. Behind her a figure leapt from the tree and landed a few feet behind Valeria. He was dressed in a deep maroon, tight fitting leather armor, and around his lower face was a piece of black cloth that served as a mask. His hair was platinum blond, making quite the contrast, a little longer than finger length.
Vicarious had still not wrapped his mind around the events that had just taken place. He felt his body become clear of pain as a slight tickling sensation crept up through his body as his wounds healed. “Well am i supposed to say thank you sister?” he mocked at he rubbed the skin where the wound had just been a moment before.
“Well that would be a good start” boomed the voice of St. Nicholas from the roof. “You'd be dead if not for us”
“Part of me already is” Vicarious looked at Warren and felt a pang of guilt. He had caused this. He had done this to him. He should have been stronger. Now Irja was gone too.
Valeria knelt by Warren's body and touched his heart. “Actually he is still alive, but barely. We will take him with us. You must find your daughter”
“I want to-” Daimon was cut off by a hand of Valeria
“No. He must do this alone.” Was all she said making the masked man back away.
In the depths of Hell, in the Great Palace of Satan, In the infernal throne room sat the one that all demons answered to. The one who all in heaven called cursed. The one who was in command of the greatest army the universe of any had ever seen. Lucifer sat upon his throne made of the bodies that he had personally taken to gain his power. He thrummed his nails, more like claws on the arm of the chair impatiently. He had sent the guards to get her over ten minutes ago. This was taking far too long.
His gaze was drawn to the opening door, and in walked the four guards he had sent, one with Irja over his shoulder. She looked like she was quite the fighter. He liked fighters. They were fun to break. He admired himself for formulating the plan to send his four witch demons to get her. Vicarious had been quite the fucking nuisance of late, and he almost wished he could leave hell and kill him. That was a task beneath him. Vicarious was a cockroach, but his daughter…..his daughter he had heard of a great beauty and power. She had not unlocked that as he could see, as she was thrown on the hard obsidian foor.
As the guards started to leave he shot 4 bolts of dark arrows from his fingers killing them all. They had taken to long, and he had no patience for such things. He had a war to wage on the one who thought he was almighty. God.The name sounded like bile even in Lucifer's mind. He had been preparing for the moment he broke heavens gates down for centuries and he would be damned if he would let some fucking demon ruin it for him. He stood to his full height at almost 8 foot tall and his skin was a deep red and he was naked except a for his black beard and slicked back hair between two great horns protruding from his forehead. His cock hung a foot and a half, flaccid between his legs.
He beckoned with a hand making her stand by some unseen force. “Let me see what has been keeping me awake so many nights” Her face was indeed beautiful and she had her father's eyes. His spear pointed tail swished back and forth as he licked his lips with his forked tongue. “Yes you will make a fine bride.” He would need someone to sit beside him as he rules all of existence. He had wanted to get rid of her at first, but had changed his mind when he had heard about her drive, her innocence, and that face. She would be his now, and that cocksucker Vicarious would die to the Four horsemen like was planned. “you will have a throne in here soon enough sweet-ling, to sit beside me. I do hope all is to your liking so far?” he drew closer to her and looked down at her small body from his superior height. “If not things will be changed so they are so.” he flashed his fangs in a smile.