Edit: I fixed a few more things and changed stuff as well while rereading the fanfic and when a friend pointed something out to me that needed fixing.
Sorry the links on my profile won't work, I'll try to figure it out. This is a new DarkSiders fanfic, I will have pictures to look at which can be found on My DeviantArt acount, DarkMousySan. You'll know you've found me when you find the Destiny fanfic, Destiny: O.V.T.A.
The cover picture can be found on my DA.
If mistakes are found point them out to me and I will fix them.
War's description was helped a great deal by the book, DarkSiders: The Abomination Vault By: Ari Marmell.
Selvesta's description was based off the creation game she was designed on.
Do forgive any OOC I did my best to keep everyone in character
The shattered Earth was destroyed and corrupted by demons, nothing lived there any longer save for a few animals, the demons and angels. No humans remained, although recently someone new had arrived.
At a distance the figure, the man appeared to be an angel with his long white hair and gleaming blue eyes. His expression however shot that down as no angel looked so stern, unforgiving and spoke silent strength.
Thick plates of riveted iron edged in copper formed armor that would have easily crushed a weaker small man. Glowering demon's and shrieking skulls protruded from his shoulders and knees embossed into the unyielding metal. Across his broad shoulders were draped the folds of a cloak as red as the wrath in a soldier's heart. The deep hood hid his face from view even in the bright sun light as his weariness caused him to lower his head.
A large sword clung to his back with no visible straps. The leather wrapped hilt poked out from behind one shoulder, across his other side the screaming faces of the damned could be seen on the blade. Barbed and jagged; the blade was nearly as broad as its wielder's chest, upon standing side by side the blade would be seen as taller than the wielder. A lesser being would never be able to handle The Chaoseater but he was War and war bread chaos, the blade and wielder were matched to each other.
War stood on the broken white and yellow painted road, surrounded by the destroyed remains of what once had been a human city. Now it was torn apart and covered by demonic growths, large black spikes had ripped their way through the ground tearing the roads apart further. Fires could be seen here and there, smoke from dying fires as well. Broken rusting cars were scattered about, pieces of news papers drifted in the wind. What remained of plant life struggled to continue living in the no longer fertile soil, choked by smoke and some burned away by fires. Demon blood only served to kill the already dying trees and other plants.
War stopped looking around to gaze at a map he had found, there were several little chest marks on it. The demon Vulgrim had information and an object that could help him reach The Destroyer, or at least get closer to him. Without feeding the demon souls though he wasn't going to get anywhere. He needed five hundred before Vulgrim would give him the time of day. Killing demons and busting open the chests filled with blue souls were really the only option.
The man sighed wondering once more just how he had gotten into this horrible mess. He was War, Rider of The Red Horse. One of the Four Horsemen who rode during the Apocalypse. He had heard the call, felt the shift so he had gone but now… He clenched his hand, the large gauntlet making a slight small grinding sound. Now he was nothing.
The Charred Council had stripped him of all power; he was as Vulgrim said, not a shadow of his former self. He knew something wasn't right which was why he had insisted the Council send him back to the Earth, he hadn't come to Earth and caused the death of the Third Kingdom something else had happened and he HAD been called.
The Seventh Seal unbroken and lack of power pointed that he had gone before the time was right but… Abbadon had known something. If the angel hadn't died that day perhaps War would have learned something.
The rider let out a soft sigh feeling a pounding headache running viciously through his head. He felt tired, honestly sleep would be a great way to rid himself of the headache but he had doubts that The Watcher would allow him to rest even for a short while.
War was about to start his search for the chests of souls when he felt something. It was light, it was powerful and it had the wonderful effect of lessening his headache. What was it? Where was it? He turned a few times trying to get a feel of where the comforting presence was coming from. The left, it was resonating from the left.
"War, where do you think you're going?!" The Watcher growled as it came out of his gauntlet and floated in front of him. "The map shows nothing useful over there!"
"I am investigating the area, I am fully allowed to explore." War brushed past The Watcher surprised that after a few minutes of walking he hadn't spoken again or tried harder to stop him. Perhaps he also sensed the power and wanted to know what it was.
War spent an hour walking before he finally found it. A tall barrier in a perfect circle stood in front of the rider. It glowed bright blue and gave off wisps of white smoke that lashed at demons that came too close. Any demon that dared still try and touched it was burned and either thrown back or slowly disintegrated until nothing remained.
War hadn't seen anything like this before but the power… it felt familiar. He knew this feeling but he couldn't remember what could create this powerful barrier.
"This thing is why we came? What a waste of time!" The Watcher hissed as he glared at the barrier.
The rider didn't agree. Just being near this barrier was enough to slightly ease his weariness and lesson his headache. Would he be able to enter?
"Don't touch it." A female voice said off to the right as War started to reach for the blue barrier. He turned to the voice seeing a blurring figure through the barrier.
"There's enough demon in you that touching the barrier will harm you but enough angel that it can't kill you." The voice explained. "I don't think even your sword could get through, it's been bathed in far too much demon blood."
"Who are you?" War asked stepping over to the blurring form behind the barrier. "What is this?"
The woman moved slightly closer as well as much as she could without leaving the barrier. "It is a barrier that keeps out evil spiritual beings and creatures. Demons, of course count in that area. Normally it is a four colored misty light but this spot was fairly clear of demons so I didn't feel the need to go all out." She paused for a minute then to War's surprise a small hand came through the barrier. "Would you like to come in? We can talk better face to face, you need not worry about being harmed if I welcome you in."
"WAR! What are you doing?!" The Watcher cried as the horseman let the woman's hand rest on his hand then stepped through the barrier. The Watcher was met with minor resistance but was able to follow the rider through.
Both were surprised at what they saw inside the barrier.
A small house stood in the middle of well organized plant life.
Several different types of fruit trees grew behind the house, there were flowers and herbs all around the front of the house. To the right and left were very large vegetable gardens.
There was a small waterfall off the right which poured into a small short river where there was several cows and chickens roaming about.
"Not what you were expecting I assume?" The woman asked regaining War's attention. The woman had two shades of red in her hair, a dark red that was seen in her braid that reach around her head and streaked through several thick slightly curled strands that rested at her middle back. The rest was a lighter red. Her eyes were a dark forest green and had a soft otherworldly glow to them.
She wore a red and gold dress, black ribbons were tied at her collar, beneath her chest and near the white lace of the bottom of the dress. Black and white lace decorated under he tucked collar, her slightly puffy short sleeves, some where the gold on her dress ended and near the bottom of her dress. She wore a pair of small light brown slight heeled lace up booties on her feet.
War remember now that power, he knew what it was and what she was.
"You're an Elemental Spirit Master." He said in shock.
She smiled gently. "Yes. You're one of the last of the Nephilim along side your siblings who all serve the Charred Council. The Riders of The Apocalypse." Her smile fell slightly she looked at him more closely. "...You don't feel like you did when you first appeared here on Earth all those years ago. Speaking of, what happened back then? The humans have all died. My people, the Muses, the Dovatins and Mind Breakers all left. Some have stayed and done what I have but most left."
War winced lightly then began to explain what had happened, at least that he knew of.
"Hmm…" The Elemental Spirit Master cocked her head and crossed her arms considering what he said. "It sounds to me like someone has majorly messed you over War. You felt it and heard the call so, you responded. Heaven and Hell already fighting," She started to tick things off on her fingers. "Abbadon knows something important potentially, said angel dies and you powerless." She looked back up at him, War had several feet on her she barely reached his chest. "I have to agree with you War, something doesn't sound right."
The Watcher finally had enough of standing around and doing nothing, he made it known. "Horseman we haven't got time to be wasting with whores! Lets-" The Watcher was cut off by the mist of the barrier wrapping around it and holding it down to the ground.
"I let you in I can force you back out creature, mind your words." The woman said sternly. She gazed sharply at War who blinked wondering what he had done to earn that. "You feel considerably weaker than last time, the Charred Council must have done a number on you… how are you feeling?" She asked lifting her hands as though to touch his face but she didn't. "You seem… off."
"I've had a headache for some time and have been stripped of much of my power." He admitted. He knew she could help him at least a little.
Elemental Spirit Masters were powerful, they were fantastic in battle but they were also wonderful healers. He only knew so much about her race because they had called for help during the time of the witch hunts the humans held. A lot of her people were killed, though being killed was a mercy compared to what happened to others. Demons had dragged a few off and were trying to drain their powers or just out right ripping it out. Some had come before the Council and begged for help which was reluctantly given.
War and the others had managed to save the Elemental Spirit Masters and killed their demon captors. The Elemental Spirit Masters had started to hide away after that as clearly humans couldn't be trusted, they feared and hated to easily. A few though searched out the riders to give them a reward for their help. They were offered a dinner invitation, they had nothing better to do so they had accepted. Sure they didn't need to eat but that didn't mean they didn't enjoy food now and then.
Food that an Elemental Spirit Master makes is divine. There is nothing more delicious, more filling or more healthy. They don't eat meat much, that put Strife off a great deal until a child handed him a bowl of fruit salad. Needles to say Strife wasn't able to complain for a couple of reasons. Fury had enjoyed small rolled rice balls with nuts and fruits in them. Death had been drinking juice the whole time and had been trying to get the Elemental Spirit masters to tell him what fruits made the juices, that had been funny to watch. War had a bit of everything but the carrot salad had become a favorite. Desert had been all sorts of cakes, cookies, tarts, pies and ice creams. Death had finally managed to get a recipe off someone but it hadn't been an easy effort.
The four had thought the meal was it but they were proved wrong. The Elemental Spirit Masters had prepared large baths for them, it wasn't the normal bath either. While yes it was used to get clean, the herbs, spices and flowers in the pure spring water made the bath heal minor wounds, keep illness away longer but most importantly for the four it gave an immense strength and power boost. They were free to stay in the baths as long as they wished since no matter how many times anyone asked they would never share how the bath worked. Death and Fury tried hard with no success.
The Elemental Spirit Masters had cleaned and patched up their gear while they had been in the baths. The riders had then been lead to an armory, an enchanting hall and herbal storage where they could pick one piece of armor or a weapon to use or some herbal created item. They had been told however whatever they took would be bound to them, it would work for no one and nothing else but them. It would be a good idea not to tell the Council on what it missed out on. Of course that wasn't said aloud.
War had taken an oil that sharpens any blade to the point it could cut through even the strongest mental or stone. Fury had picked some candles that when smelled while burning increased power strength for three days. Strife had gathered a few cartridges of magic bullets that explode upon hitting a target. Death chose a dark purple scarf that while it didn't look like much it could increase the effects of both normal armors and magic armors.
The Elemental Spirit Masters thanked them for helping them and told them they would always be welcome among them. Being that the race went into hiding the riders couldn't ever seek them out but they could understand why they hid away. There were some other times one of two of them was welcomed into an Elemental Spirit Master's home but that was all. The bigger towns and villages were too well hidden to stumble across on accident like the small homes were.
The four riders never forgot though, they all still had the items they were gifted as well they just tended to be careful in the use. Death was the only one who would never run out of anything after all.
"Oi," The woman said snapping her fingers pulling War out of his thoughts. "Lost in memories?"
War nodded slowly not wanting to make the headache worse with fast movement.
"So, headache huh? Could be a few different things, come sit next the river with me and I'll look you over." She said as she held onto his left arm ready to lead him over. War offered no resistance in her leading.
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A few minutes later the Elemental Spirit Master was rubbing a headache soothing oil onto War's forehead. The headache seemed to be caused by the sudden low power levels in his body. It may have been a hundred years but he had yet to adjust.
"The oil should help a little, sleep will take care of a great deal more." She said as she finished with the oil. "Give that a few minutes to soak into your skin then I'll cool your head down a bit." She turned to the river and waved her hands over the clear water. Two thick streams came up and drifted into some pots War hadn't noticed until now. She then began to wash her hands in the pots, she sent the water and pots away once she was done.
"Okay now," She pulled up a small stream of water and connected it to her hands where it glowed a soft blue. She shut her eyes and started a soft… prayer perhaps? War couldn't be sure. Not much was known about her race after all.
The water shimmered gold and blue after a minute or two. "There all done, the oil should be all done now. Hold still." She lifted her hands to his face the water was pleasantly chilled and dulled more of the pain that the oil couldn't get to. She rubbed his temples lightly then let the water wander so it could cool him down a little. Which wasn't easy as fire was part of him.
"Alright, that's as much as I can do." She said as she withdrew her hands and allowed the water to fall back into the river. "Now you need a nap, that should take care of the rest of the headache." She stood up and started to shoo away the cows and chickens that had been getting too close. She then made her way to the house to leave War in peace. He didn't need her watching him sleep after all.
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War had been able to sleep easily after the small treatment The Elemental Spirit Master gave him, it was also very peaceful here. It had probably been a few hours since he started the nap, he knew since the headache was gone. He spotted the woman not too far away watering her herbs and flowers with a silver watering can.
"Ah," She turned toward him when she noticed he was awake. "Up I see. About two hours went by, head better?" She asked walking over to him, the watering can continued to spray the herbs and flowers and moved around on its own. War was not going to ask how that was working, he doubted he'd get an answer.
"Yes." War stood feeling a great deal better than he had when he first entered her home. "...Thank you."
She smiled. "Of course. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself when you first came in. My name is Selvesta."
War nodded at her. "Good to meet you, Selvesta."
"You as well, War. You as well."
