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Silim! I would like to know/i need the translation of some words and phrases with their sumerian cuneiform writing too! Firstly i would like to ask the sumerian translations and cuneiform ( sumerian writing) of these:

-By Death I create

-Death's dark presence

- I bow before (name of entity/divinity)- i mean for example like in sanskrit: Om Namah Shivaya - means i bow before /veneration to Shiva,like this just in sumerian form

- constellation of corpses

- spheres like Death

- Death worship

- "I opened the night, urged on by the scent of blood, i strangle your futile light"

- "Let spirit be beast and flesh be prey "

Thank you for your answer in advance!

Silim, and thanks for these interesting phrases! I've put the translations under the cut since this gets a little lengthy.

"Death" is ush 𒌀, and "to create" is dim 𒁶, so "by/from death I create" is ushta dimen 𒌀𒋫 𒁶𒂗.

"Presence" is tricky to translate as a separable noun. There's a set phrase igi-X-sh(e) "in the presence of X", so with kukku 𒈪𒈪 "dark" we can make a phrase igiushkukkush 𒅆𒌀𒈪𒈪𒍑 "in the presence of dark death". Otherwise, you could use something like namngal 𒉆𒅅 "existence" to make namngalkukkuusha 𒉆𒅅𒈪𒈪𒌀𒀀 "the dark existence of death".

To bow down is a set phrase ki za 𒆠𒍝, so we can use the same "presence of" phrase to make Ngae igi[so-and-so]sh(e) ki zan "I bow before [so-and-so]".

"Constellation" is mulan 𒀯𒀭, and "corpse" is adda 𒇿, so mulanadda 𒀯𒀭𒇿 would be "constellation of (one or more) corpses". There is a word written with the signs SAHAR+DU+TAK that means "piles of corpses", but its pronunciation is unknown so I wouldn't use it in this translation.

The word biluda 𒉺𒀭 means "rituals" as well as "worship", so biludausha 𒉺𒀭𒌀𒀀 would be "worship of death".

Key vocabulary for these sentences includes ngi 𒈪 "night", bad 𒁁 "to open", ir 𒅕 "scent, smell", urin 𒌶 "blood", e "to say, speak, command", zalag 𒌓 "light", hunu 𒄷𒉡 "weak, helpless" (the closest I could get to "futile"), and gu lal 𒄘𒇲 "to throttle, constrict". So the full set of sentences would be Ngae ngi ibbad. Irurina ene. Ngae zalaghunuzu gu lalen 𒂷𒂊𒈪𒌈𒁁 𒅕𒌶𒀀𒂗𒂊 𒂷𒂊𒌓𒄷𒉡𒍪𒄘𒇲𒂗 "I opened the night. The scent of blood commands me. I throttle your helpless light."

Heam 𒃶𒀀𒀭 means "may it be (so)". "Spirit" is bar 𒁇 and "beast" is umaam 𒌑𒈠𒄠, while uzu 𒍜 is "flesh". There isn't a great word for "prey", so I'd use kul 𒆰 "meal" to craft the sentence Bar umaam heam, uzu kul heam "May spirit be beast, may flesh be meal", written 𒁇𒌑𒈠𒄠𒃶𒀀𒀭 𒍜𒆰𒃶𒀀𒀭 in cuneiform.

I hope those work for you!

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countlessrealities · 1 year

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@heamvir sent: 🥂 (Somnus brings some of the liquor from his home dimension since Rick showed interest in seeing what it would do to a human. He also brings some sparkling grape juice for Morty. He doesn't actually KNOW the human drinking age but he doesn't want to risk a child if it turns out the booze from his place is bad for humans.)

Share a toast with my muse on New Year’s Eve || Accepting !

For a few, long moments, all Morty could do was staring. He would have liked to say that, by now, he was psychologically ready to face whatever might step out from one of Rick’s portals, but the truth was that he got caught off guard at least half of the times. Especially when it came to his grandfather’s contacts and friends.

Hazel eyes travelled up and down along the creature’s tall figure, unsure of where to linger. There were so many interesting things in the other’s form and he didn’t know what to gape at as first thing. Eventually, he settled on...his...her...their skin, a little awe colouring his expression. It was as if the being had stars under his skin and Morty, while he couldn’t fully wrap his head around the concept, found it beautiful.

He would have probably stood there for who knows how long, just looking, if it hadn’t been for the fingers that rudely flipped his ear out if the blue, startling him.

“G-Goddammit, Morty,” Rick exclaimed, gesturing Somnus to his grandson. “S-Stop fuckin’ staring an-and take the bottle from the guy, s-so he can settle down.”

He rolled his eyes as he watched the boy taking the bottle from the Heam’s hands and carrying them to the table they had set up earlier. They weren’t at their house. They weren’t even on Earth or in the dimension they were currently occupying as a matter of fact. The scientist had gotten fed up with Jerry fussing over preparations for New Year’s Eve and he hadn’t wanted Beth to rope him into helping out, so he had grabbed Morty together some of his best booze, selected a nice planet and portalled them there so they could have “an earlier celebration”.

Anyone who knew him enough could have easily guessed that it was code for making up a good excuse to show up back home completely wasted. And, since he couldn’t exactly have a party with only his grandson there, he had chosen to invite one of his most recently made friends, if they were even friends already. In any case, it could be a good chance for to bond and to introduce his Morty. And speaking of...

“I-I guess I don’t need to introduce the little shit to you, r-right?” He asked, turning to face Somnus again while the teen fumbled with their drinks behind them. “I-I don’t know if your Rick has one, b-but you must know about them anyway.”

Or, at least, that was a pretty logical assumption to make. He was yet to meet a Rick who didn’t a tie with a Morty, in one way or another.

“W-Well, I don’t know, uh, them, Rick,” Morty interjected with a glare as he joined them, carrying two glasses full of the liquor the Heam had brought over. For himself, he had poured some of the whiskey the scientist had brought, but only for the toast. After that, he would have stuck to the grape juice their guest had brought. Unlike Rick, he couldn’t afford to go back home drunk.

After having handed the drinks out, he looked at the creature, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. “Uh, h-hi. I’m Morty. N-Nice to meet you. I-It’s...Sorry, I don’t get to meet many of Rick’s...” His voice trailed off for a moment as he glanced between the two. “F-Friends...?”

He wasn’t too hopeful to get told whom exactly he would be toasting with, because Rick hardly ever bothered to explain stuff to him, but it would have been nice to know at least their name. And, as to be expected, the scientist just dismissed his questions with a wave of his hand.

“D-Don’t fuckin’ spoil my vibe, Morty. J-Just grab your glass an-and let get this party started,” Rick claimed with a huff, but then a smirk spread on his face. “I-I don’t fucking know what time it is on this planet, an-and I don’t give a fuck. I-Infinite realities an-and everything is possible, s-so there’s a shit ton of universes and planets w-where a new year is starting right now, so I-I’d say let’s fuckin’ toast to it! An-And get wasted after. Or-Or stuff your faces with the shit I got us, w-whatever you prefer.”

Despite the impatience with which he had retorted to the teen, Rick waited for Morty to join them once again before eagerly raising his glass. He was mostly eager to taste the new liquor, and not really to celebrate, but hey, it worked anyway way.

“H-Happy fuckin’ new year!” He exclaimed, perhaps a little too loudly than it was necessary. “An-And I’d say ‘let’s hope that it will be better than this one’, b-but that would be demented ‘cause it won’t be, sooo...here’s t-to be still alive! A-A fuckin’ middle finger to the multiverse an-and all the shit it throws at us every goddamn day.”

And with that, he clinked his glass against the boy’s and Somnus, and then downed it all in a go, as if it had been normal water and not an alien substance that could have any sort of effect on a human being.

“Aw g-geez,” Morty muttered under his breath, let out an exasperated sigh, before offering the Heam a small, slightly nervous smile and briefly pushing himself up on his tiptoes to be able to clink their glasses together. “Uh, ha-happy New Year?”

A sudden whistle cut through the air, quickly followed by others, all of which ended in a far away bang!. The violet sky above their heads was filled with a storm of brightest shades as a little show of fireworks coloured it. It was obvious that they weren’t normal Earthen ones, since the beams of light moved even after the firework had exploded, drawing complicated shapes that shouldn’t have been possible with the usual kind. They were beautiful, even if perhaps a little too flashy, but that was clearly on purpose.

The last series had Rick smirking widely in amusement, while Morty rolled his eyes, even if he couldn’t keep his lips from twitching in a grin.

The sign “Happy New Year Motherfuckers!” had occupied the horizon, shining in electric blue tones, with a huge, bright green hand showing its middle finger drawn behind it.

#[ ic :: c137 Rick ]#[ ic :: Morty ]#&& Somnus #[ v. Forever a hundred years ; main verse :: Morty ]#[ v. Forever a hundred years ; main verse :: c137 Rick ]#heamvir #[[ Morty is like -wide eyes- bc Rick didn't tell him that they were waiting for someone xD ]]#[[ also because I mean Somnus is impressive xD ]]#[[ tbh Rick just wanted to spend a part of New Year's away from the family ]]#[[ so he picked a random dimension and invited Somnus to join them -shrug- ]]#[[ and yeah I made fireworks for the funsies xD ]]#[[ I kinda feel sorry for Somnus bc he has to put up with this dumbass ]]#;; queue

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royaltea000 · 2 months

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it doesnt let your rb the gilbert post ;(

It got flagged heam I’m so sad 😭 making an imgur account as we speak so I can post a link instead and you guys can see it. If it comes down to it you can directly slide into my dms and I’ll show you ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ we gilbussy enjoyers never back never WHAT?!!

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mehiwilldoitlater · 2 years

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Not quite sure if this si what you wnated BUT...but.....oooh i was enxpiredd! Still, it may contain stuff like selfarm..slighty yandere?..plase, if you don’t like, don’t read! @naynaya-blog1

“NO! STOP! STAY AWAY FROM HER!” Xiao was only able to scream. The pain in his legs,...the stone steles must have broke them. Still he reach his hand to you, trying everything to help you, protect you. He was able to do it after a fatal blow from the former archin spear, but the strike , heamed to your head, was able to harm your eyes.

Zhingli didn’t need to rush, he wanted to savour it, your pityfull cry , unable to see his polearm ready to strike on you. Still you know, but you wnated to reach for your only friend in that nightmare. You wanted to hold him, one last time, to call for him, but your scream were muffled in your sobs. The last thing you sensed was the polearm, slashing your body, you felt Xiao voice calling for you. Then....why Zhongli screamed?

Maybe, just maybe, you thought that dying could have been a better idea. The first day, you wake up in a room, a very elegant room. Your battered body, covered in bandages, was nestled in a canopy bed, scarlets blankets decourated with golden plots kept you warm. Not like it was needed, the room, decorated by any luxury and flowers was, for some reasons that now where clear, didn’t gave any windows. You tried to get up, but the pain was unbearable, and you collapsed again on the pillows, so you started to let your eyes wandering the room.

And you saw him.

When you finally awake, the first thing Zhongli tried to do was to ensure your safety, but you started screaming, calling for the Adeptus, begging him to came to your aid. You scream that you were scared, that you didn’t want to die, to save him from the man in front of you. You cried so much, and everytime Zhongli tried to reach his harms to comfort you it was only make it WORST.

The fifth day, you didn’t scream. Oh, you even let him treat your wound from his polearm! You still wasn’t able to look at him and you were a tremling mess, but you let him touch you! How much he had to retsrain himself to hold your figure in his arm, but he need to be patience...he was the one that reduce to this state, so he had to be patience. You tried to ask him about Xiao, he didn’t said nothing.

The fifteenth day you consented to be seen by the Qixing, but even after Ningguang kneel before you, showng the remorse from herself and your people you were...confused? After their living, you asked Zhongli why Xiao didn’t show up, you said you wanted to meet him, not them! He smiled, telling you that Xiao had to attempt to other matters.Only now you know that he was lying.

You were currently fixating the ceiling, wondering how much time have passed since the last time you saw the full moon reflecting into Liyue harbor. You didn’t know, without windows it was difficult. You body was covered in new bandages, this time it wasn’t the Archon that tried to hurt you, but the worst abnd difficult of your enemies: yourself.

When Zhongli tried to explain to you why you didn’t die, hy you regain your vision, and how your body was able to support such pain, you didn’t believe him, it was almost a joke to you. But, after several time of your failures in tring to escape your new world, you started to believe him. His faith, the faith in his god, was keeping you alive.

But you know that wasn’t the truth. No matter how many time he boasted himself bout his faith saving your life, keeping you there. It wasn’t his faith that saved you that day. That day, while strugling, Xiao prayed to the gods,to the creator, to you to not die. How much you wished you did. Speaking of witch, a footsteps awoke you from you silent slumber.

“How are you feeling today?” His warm eyes reflected into your dulls one. “.......Define...how....”

A long sigh escape his mouth, your new behavior was an interesting turn of events, still he would have preferred a kind one. He taked his place on the chair next to your bed, an action he had taken since your first day.

“The maids had informed me that you haven’t eat anything...again. I must remind you that even if your body is capable of power such as regenration, this king of ability lack precision when in difficults conditions.”

You ated how much patience he had with you, you ated how much care he showed to you. But the most, you ated the fact that he was right. This time, the wounds weren’t healing at the same time as the others....not like you wanted, but was a reminder of what power he hold over you, something that you despise. “You almost sound concern over me.”

“I am concern, your grace, i deeply cared for you.” “Oh..is that so?” You raised your shackled wrist, letting the chan rattle for him to see. “ So much that you had to restrain me?” He became serious, you asked yourself if even felt any remorse after handcuffed you on your bed. He did felt remorse, but he knew that was necessary, especially in your current state.

“ You could hurt yourself.” “I wanted to get out.” “ You wnated to hurt you.” “ I wanted to be free, whatever it takes.”

His face changed again, amazing how the Geo Archon, the most stoic one of the seven,could change emotions in a matter of second. This time, he showed pain, reaching for you hand, holding it like fine glass. That could have been such a lovely gesture, too bad you despise it with every inch of your soul.

“Your grace...please....you must understand, everything i do...i do it for you. The only thing i want it’s you happyness, your smile.I’ll do everything, please...”

He pained him so much, sure he was understandable, he knew that there was no forgiveness for what he has done to you, but ha was willingly to do everything to repay you, to show you that he was sorry. You finally raised your looks to him, his final words...maybe, if that was what he wanted, the price could be sufficient? Finally, after many days, your hand reciprocated the gesture, caressing gently the gloved knuckles of your current protector.

“..Do you Zhongli?...You’ll do everything for me?”

For a moment, you thought, that wasn’t the Geo Archon, but someone connected to the Sun, all due the light his eyes radiated.

“Yes! For you, everything! You only have to ask!” “...Then...”

You gulp in nervousness.

“...Let me see Xiao again.”

As it came, the sun was clouded.

Of course, him

....there was nothing Zhongli he could have dove, you still favored the Yaksha. How could blame you?...But still, why now more than ever, he wished to have killed the Adeptus instead to let him observe your demise?

“... You grace, you know better than anyone that Xiao, as a Yaksha, must protect Liyue from dangers. Especially know you’re back, his fight with the dmeons have increased.”

“...Then i must speak with him immeditaley, because he had missed one.”

His grip tightened,it was almost painfull, and so you saw it again. All your courage disappear, letting you came back to your former trembling body, full of fear. If front of your, cupping your face, a worst Zhongli, far worst from the one that once want you dead.

“My dearest...my precious creator...” His smile... “You are only alive because of my faith in you...” Those eyes...He started to get close, too much. “So your life...” He was inches away. “Belongs to me now.” Before everything could happen, your hand move. A sudden snap, his face move from the impact between it and your hand. You were a trembling mess, your eyes full of emotion, fear. “Leave...me...alone...go...away!” You wanted to scream,, stopped only by the increasing fear of the possible anger of the Archon. He touched his cheek, where your hand collide with his face...and smiled, he just smiled. “I guess today your still on the edge...please, try to eat something this evening, i’ll make the maids to something especially for you.” And, like that, he left, leaving you alone, again, in your new personal hell. When you started to cried, the only thing you could say was Xiao’s name. You wanted him to save you from the demon that hold you in a golden cage.

#gemshin impact #genshin sagau #sagau #zhongli #Xiao

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libidomechanica · 2 years

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cursed-saphire-hart · 7 years

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The Four Horsemen and The Girl with Ruby Eyes.

@blotink @croctus @supernaturalcakes @avoidghost

Title: The Four Horsemen and The Woman with Ruby Eyes Pairing: N/A Chapter: N/A Category: N/A Au: Four Horseman Word Count: 2,408 Rating: Summary:

Once upon an authum eve, two young teenaged girls were playing in the leaves with they're black dog. The lives they lived were modest, and they wanted for nothing as they went about theyre time carefree.

It was than they were approuched by a beautful young woman, and the two were mesmerizes by eyes of firy ruby. She was dressed in a fine black gown and she spoke with a gentle voice, and a kind smile, "I need your help," she said as the girls listened, "You two will be my messengers, and I need you to choose my Horsemen for me." And she held out four small boxes, one was white, another one red, the third one black, and the last a pale grey, all four branded with four symbols. "Give these boxes to four generals of your choosing, and they will be my horsemen."

Without question each girl took two boxes, than the woman laid gentle hands upon their shoulders, "Do this task, and you and your parents will be safe under my care." The two agreed and they were both given gifts of theyre own, one was given a black plush goat, and the youngest was given a white lamb, which they accepted happily.

"These gifts will protect you, and will ne your link to me, keep them with you always."

With that, the woman walked away as a black car drove up to take her away, but before the door closed, she offered her hand once more, silently inviting the two inside.

The two girls climbed inside followed by their black dog, and it was than, in the darkness of the vehicle, they saw the womans violet horns and under her the heam of her dress where black cloven hooves. But still, the girls had no fear for her, they instead saw her as an old friend who had asked them a simple favor.

...

Miles away, in a quiet town, a young man walked out to the front steps of the church he worshipped at. He had finishes his shift at the hospital, and had decided to visit the church for a bit, but it would seem that the reverand forgot to unlock the doors again.

As he sat on the steps, it was than he noticed a young girl standing before him at the bottom of the steps, her forest green eyes staring up at him from where she stood as still as a statue, holding a white lamb. He didnt recognize her, and she couldn't be more that 12 years old. Being a small town, he knew everyone, but he didn't know this girl.

"Hello?" He greeted unsure, it was rather late at night for a girl so young to be out so late. When the girl instead gripped her lamb tighter, the young man stood up and walked down the stepped to her. "Are you alright dear? Do you need help?" Being a nurse, he couldnt help but feel the need to aid someone in trouble.

"Where are your parents?" He knelt down slowly to her level, she was so tiny, "Are you lost?" Without anwsering, the girl held out a white box to him. The young man took the box curiously, hoping it might hold a clue to atleast who her parents were. But if he had known, he would have never opened it.

Once the box was opened, the seal was broken, and a white mist poured out of the box and into the mouth of the young man. Despite dropping the box nor the chokes and gags he let out as he grasped his throat, the mist continued to flow into him without hesitation, and his body was frozen in place.

Soon the mist completely disappeared into him, and his arms fell to his sides, his mouth closing, and the girl picked up the fallen box. As the white haired man held out his hand to her, the girl pulled out the platium ring from its case, she than slipped the ring onto his index finger. Once it was firmly in place, a circle with a cross through it was burned into his skin on the back of his hand, and on the ring his name was engraved into the metal.

Soon the black car drove up again, as silently as before, the car door opened, and out stepped another girl, who than stepped aside for the woman to be visible, though staying within the silhouette of the shadows, the woman's ruby eyes glowing within the dark.

The young man knelt before her, bowing his head, "You are my first general, The White Horseman of Conquest," she stated, "You will be one of four to lead mine and fathers army. Do you accept this despite worshipping in the house of god?"

"Yes, I serve you." He agreed, and with that, he extended his hand to the girl next her him as thunder boomed above, "Come," he said to her and she took his hand, following him back into the car before the door closed behind them, his silver rosary left behind as they drove away.

It was time to find the second horseman.

...

He had been working on his bike all night, for some reason he couldn't find out why it wouldn't run, nothing seemed to be wrong with it in the first place. Yet it wouldn't run, like it didn't want to go anywhere, it just stopped all of a sudden, causing the man to drag his bike into an abandoned chop shop.

"What is wrong with this thing? It was running smoothly a minute ago..." the red eyed man turned slightly to grab another tool from a rusted tool box he had found, than he noticed her standing only a foot away. The girl seemed to be atleast 13, in one hand she held a black goat, and sudden appearance caused the mutant man to stumble backward. He hadnt even heard her walk up, much less know where she could have possibly come from. He had closed and locked the doors. Yet all the same, there the girl was, staring at him with stoic amber eyes.

"Um... how did... where did you come from..?" He asked still baffled as he sat up straight, but the girl didnt speak, she merely held put a red box to him. "Well this is a new one..." he stated taking the box from the girl, "Why are giving this to me?" He asked, but again, she didn't anwser, so curiously, the red eyed man opened it.

And the second seal was broken.

A red smoke flowed from the box, and entered the man, and no matter how he tried to stop it, or close his mouth, the smoke didn't stop until it emptied from the box.

Once the smoke disappeared, the girl took the box back, and took out a red rungest metal ring. The man slipped off his glove and offered his hand to the girl, and she slipped it onto his middle finger.

Once in place, a pair of crossing swords were burned onto the back of hand, and the band of the ring was branded with his name. The girl took his hand, and walked him to the garage door which opened without needing her assistance, revealing the black car, the door opened and the younger girl stepped out still hugging her white lamb.

"You are my second general," the woman state from where she sat, as the man knelt begore her bowing his head, "The Red Horseman of War, and you will be the second of four to lead Hells army, do you accept?"

A large grin spread across his face as he liften his head, "Yes, sounds like a riot."

The woman chuckled.

"Well than, how about we wake of your stead than," with a snap of her clawed fingers, and with that the bike roared to life, driving itself up to the red horseman.

The man chuckled excitedly and climbed onto his bike before offering the back of the seat to the younger girl who gave him the ring, and she climbed on.

The door to the car closed, before the two vehicles drove off leaving trails of fire in they wake as they spead down the street.

But this did not go unnoticed, and soon they were pressured, but despite the hero's attempts to keep up with them, the car and the following man on the motorbike disappeared as though they were never there in the first place.

...

The psyche ward was closed, all the patients in they're rooms, and some staff making rounds to ensure they stayed there.

He had just finished a full circle around one section and while on his way to the next, he saw a the young girl standing there in the middle of the hall. The first thing he noticed was that she wasn't wearing the clothes patients were given, the second was that there shouldn't have been any possible was for her to be there, on the third floor while visiting hours were over.

"Hey, your not suppost to be in here," the green eyed man said walking up to her, "How did you even get in here?" He asked as he reached out to grab her, he needed to take her to the security office, this wasnt a place for a child.

The girl instead held out a black box, but instead of taking the box, he took her by the wrist and tried to radio it in, but there was no reply, he than walked her to the front desk of that floor, only to find no one was there. So instead of running around looking for someone, he tried to call the security office, but found the line was dead.

He than tried to take her to the elevator, but his key card didn't work, all the while, she kept trying to give him the box.

Eventually he sat at the front desk waiting for someone to come around to lend a hand. As he sat there, the girl set the box on the desk and pushed it over to him. Raising a brow, the man finally took it, "Ok.. don't know why your giving this-" once her opened it the third seal broke, and out of the boke pouting a thick black smoke which forced it's way into him.

The girl took the box from him as the smoke disappeared, and she took out a black steal ring. The green eyed man gave her his hand, and the black band was slipped onto his ring finger. One in place, on his hand a symbol resembling a scale, with one side tilted futher up than the other, and the ring was branded with his name like the others.

He took the girl's hand and the two made their way to the 1st floor, anyone who tried to stop them were thrown to the ground without him needing to lay a hand on them.

Even the guards could do nothing when the two passed by them.

Waiting for them infront of the building was the black car and the red horseman on his bike.

The door opened, and he knelt before the woman as she spoke, "You are my third general, the third of four horsemen," she told him, "The Black Horseman of Famine, and you will help lead the army of Hell, do you accept?"

"I accept," he agreed standing up, a soon the older girl stepped out offering him a bottle if wine, which he accept happily before climbing into the car.

Now there was only one horseman left to find.

...

The only sounds in the room was the sound of fingers tapping at computer keys as he continued his little hacking project.l, occasionally checking his multiple computer monitors, but in a split second, every single one started to glitch and show nothing but black and white snow before they shut off completely. "What the hell!?" He shouted both stunned and irritated. The hooded young man stood up to go check the breaker box, but when he opened the door to the room, there stood the older girl.

Like before, she offered him the grey box, but instead of taking it, the young man stepped passed her, a bit to focused on getting his computer to work to question where she came from.

But the girl followed him quietly as he sped walked down the hall way. All the while as he tried to fix the problem, the girl kept offering him the box, and no matter what he tried, his computers wouldnt turn back on.

"God what is wrong with these-ACK! Ow!" She had thrown the box at his head to get his attention on it, "Goddamnit you have a strong arm..." he groaned picking up the box, "What's so important about this...?" He asked opening it, and the fourth seal was broken as a grey fog flooded out and into the hooded man, dropping the box as it did.

The girl picked up the box a once it was empty of fog, took out the last ring, and placed the silver band on his pinkie.

The symbol that burned his skin was a black skull as his name engraved istead on the ring.

"You could have just told me to open it..." he sighed following the girl outside.

Like before, the car was waiting for them, and the last rider knelt before the woman with red eyes, "You are my final general, the Pale Horseman of Death," she told him smiling, "You will help lead mine and fathers army, do you accept this?"

"Not really an offer I can refuse...."

And with that he climbed inside the car.

All four riders were chosen, whether it was fate or at random, it didnt matter. Each one was given a weapon and a few task to fufill before the battle could begin. Spread chaos and destruction, help the lambs to break the seals when the conditions were favourable, and to be wary of the two witnesses chosen to be heavens champions in the battle of good and evil.

As the grown ups talked the two girls played with the dolls they had been given, oblivious to what they had helped start.

#four horseman of the apocalypse

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