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He's never felt this powerful type of fear before. He never once thought it would come from a Horsemen either. Jack Frost was what Death feared, but it was more of the fact that he could be hurt or something. Pitch Black, the Nightmare King, remembered his first encounter with the young spirit. His eyes were the one thing that stood out, missing the spark that every spirit had. It angered him when he remembered the boy's "promise." Then he thought of the way they met, he didn't really give any hints of hating or even fearing him. He didn't really show any type of emotion but he would've been able to have felt his fear as for the hatred he would've done something. Unless the boy was one of the silent hatred type. He didn't know and it hurt his head trying to figure him out.
Pitch wasn't one to think of others but Jack Frost was an enigma. He knew he was despised by the other Moon Spirits but just why? Why did the moon leave such a young and happy spirit to the mercy of the others? The hatred for the moon bloomed in his chest, but it was interrupted when someone came down. The woman was someone he knew, someone who really didn't outcast him but actually tolerate him.
"La Muerte?" he said in slight confusion. "What is the reason for such a surprise visit?"
Her face was solemn and held despair. "I need your help. Jack Frost, he's not his normal self. Thanatos was found, but at a price."
Pitch Black, the Nightmare King could not believe what he was hearing. The boy, the one with no spark but the strong will deep inside, snapped and now worked for the Seven Deadly Sins to bring an eternal winter of chaos.
It was a painful sight for Thanatos, who had seen the boy become what he had. His snow white hair was cascading down the sides of his face as he was on his hands and knees. His face completely obscured by the white curtain but from the shaking of his shoulders, he was laughing. The demons, the darkness that usually hung in the corners of his mind, digging their claws deeper and deeper into it as the chains on them kept them from doing anything. They were finally able to roam free, nothing could stop them and nothing would ever be able to. They were stronger than given any credit for, they were not going to let anyone banish them back into the cages.
This spirit was not like the one before. This one would be a great destructive force that would not hold back the cruelty of winter. The one that everyone would come to fear, for this one would bring Famine, Pestilence, Death and Wars shall be fought on the snow covered grounds. Anyone not strong enough to face this cruel world will die. This force took limbs of frozen people, killed anyone that were to stay and get lost in the blinding white powder. He would be the ruthless king of winter, everyone whoever hurt and left him to his own mind shall perish by his hand.
The Seven Deadly Sins, also known as Seven Demon Lords, were grinning widely. It was something they should celebrate too. They were to bring such a beautiful chaotic apocalypse and it was one that they were to thank a certain spirit. The one standing before them, blue eyes like shattered glass, madness being held in them. "My name is," he started, pausing slightly as he twirled his staff, a venomous grin spreading across his face. Kids and adults alike will fear his name. No, not just the puny mortals, but the Man in Moon, his spirits and every single being on this world shall tremble in terror at the name of, "Jokul Frosti."
