Okay. New story. It's from a prompt, and if the person wants me to say their pen name next chapter, I will. Anyway. Enjoy!
Enochian
Amara. Amara was who she was, who she had been for so many thousands of years. There had only been one other being. Her brother. And he had – he'd actually done it. Betrayed her, imprisoned her in exchange for an explosion. He'd always been dramatic.
But this … this was pure cruelty. She now had nothing but indistinct voices saying words she couldn't make out. That and the burning cold. And they would never go away. She would be there for … for what passed as forever.
Completely.
Utterly.
Alone.
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Ew. Seriously, this is gross. I mean, the oceans are disgusting enough normally, but they're at least interesting – when all the weird things that apparently die really easily are alive. I looked at War's obnoxiously smarmy face. "You know this is all your fault, right?"
"What?" He was still grinning. I wanted to punch him. "No way!"
I punched him.
He punched me back.
"You – started – this – ow! – and now –" We rolled into a pair of shoes. Oh. Yeah, he would've noticed. I scrambled up, my annoying copycat big brother following me. I pointed at him. "He did it." My lip was starting to hurt.
"No, I didn't!" Liar. "… Okay, I might have done a thing to the … weird amoeba-e things, but you don't know that for sure for sure."
"You mean they simply happened to fight each other almost to extinction directly before the plague arrived."
War sat down and started playing with a rock. "You still can't prove it, and that's probably all God and the archangels care about." Death kept on staring at him pointedly. "Okay, fine, I did it, but everyone knows God's planning on some fish thing and not the things that just died. And we didn't kill all of them. Just the ones over here." Oh, good. Even Earth would get boring if nothing was alive there. Angels don't count, they're all annoying.
Death extended a hand to War. "That is certainly not wrong," – wait, Death was okay with angels. Oh right, the things actually weren't all dead "but I would suggest leaving Earth for some time." I didn't literally smile, but it was close. Apart from the dead bug soup, Earth was seriously beautif – "Pestilence?"
"What?" Maybe Famine's going to come back from helping with the Leviathingies –
"You too."
"I didn't start –"
"No, but you finished it. Come on, back home."
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I really hate how hot it is at the top of Hell, but at least it gets cooler near where we live. The angels call us Horsemen, but that doesn't really make sense. Not really anyone knows what a horse is. Maybe it's some special kind of angel. They all have names that don't really mean anything.
Yes, the Horsemen live in Hell (except Famine, who is still countering the Leviathans). Lucifer hasn't done anything to Lilith yet, though, so it is another dimension, but not one for the Cage or for demons. If you have any questions, feel free to ask them. And please review!