Hello again. So here it is. The last chapter, I would like to take this time to thank those of you who have reviewed, followed and favoured, as well as PrawnNetwork for the wonderful prompt.
I hope you all enjoyed the story.
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Pestilence had made his exit from the Winchesters bunker as soon as he had felt well enough to do so. He felt ashamed at what he had done. He had fallen for the oldest trick of them all. He had given in to his conceit and pride and it had also most ended his existence. And so he when he was well enough he made sure to remove himself as far away from everything and everyone as he could. Luckily it seemed his other brothers had yet to hear of his disgrace and ridiculous behaviour. But he knew it was only time, he knew once Death came to talk to him he would give him the punishment he deserved. And so Pestilence waited and watched as the Winchester fought Amara, and when it seemed that all would be lost God returned to turn the tide in their favour. Whether they knew it was him who had done it Pestilence didn't know. The humans had so little perception of the way reality truly was. But he knew as the battle came to a climax that soon it would be over and Death would come for him. His brother had said they would talk, but he knew that his faith was in that beings hands, and for the first time that did not scare him. He had discovered, as many beings had before him, that his greatest enemy was himself, his own pride and wish for power and prestige. He had learnt the hard way that those things were not for him. He was always going to be the weakest of the horsemen, the one that humanity would always fight. He would accept his place on the bottom rung of their hierarchy, and accept the jibes and comments given by his brothers, if, that was, Death let him live. He may have saved him before, but Pestilence was sure that was just a reprieve. The true judgement was coming and it was coming soon.
Death had found God and persuaded him, with maybe some manipulation, that he should join the fight to protect his creations and as such the world was back in the balance that it should be. Now he had to deal with the other errant members of his family. It didn't take him long to find Pestilence, though he was in the one place he had never expected to find him. He was sitting in the Winchesters bunker reading one of their books which had been left on the table when they had departed for their latest hunt.
"Why are you here Pestilence?" He asked curiously as he arrived and looked around.
"This is the scene of my greatest failure. I thought it a fitting place to wait for our talk." Pestilence replied carefully returning the book to the exact location he had picked it up from.
"You feel shame at what you did?" Death asked seating himself regally next to his brother.
"Yes." Pestilence replied with a sigh.
"Why?" Death asked, and Pestilence knew that it was on his answer to this question that his fate would be decided. As such he took his time finding the right answer in his mind.
"Because the darkness tricked me and I was too consumed with the idea of power to see." He finally said. That was what he felt the most shame about. That he had fallen for her lies and manipulations.
"Yes." Death responded with a nod. That was indeed something worthy of feeling shame for. But they had all fallen for some trickery in the past, it was part of learning and growing. It was how he moved on that mattered.
"I have come to accept I am the weakness of us now. I will always be the one humanity fights, and beats." Pestilence said in the hopes that Death would spare him if he showed the right amount of humility.
"Have you never asked yourself why it is they fight you so hard and yet let war and famine have a free rein?" Death asked instead of agreeing with Pestilence. It was time his little brother thought about who he truly was in this world and where he truly stood among them.
"Because I am the one they can with their science. No need for diplomacy." Pestilence answered with a frown. That did not sound right to him, but it was all he could think of as an answer.
"No. it's because you are the one they are most afraid off." Death said simply.
"What do you mean?" Pestilence asked with a puzzled frown.
"You can strike any of them at any time, any man woman or child can get ill, in any country in any part of the world. You send fear racing through them that is rivalled only by their fear of me. You have the more power over humanity than War and Famine could ever have. Those are things they could fight and stop if they wished, but you strike without warning and you kill without discrimination. You are not the weakest of us Pestilence, you are one of the strongest." Death replied in response showing his brother a way of looking at the world that he had never considered before.
"But then, why can I not kill them all?" Pestilence asked still not sure that what Death said was indeed true.
"There is a time for everything, and one day you will strike in such a way that none of humanity will be left, but you will strike with your brothers at your side. Humanity will have its time to die, but that time is not yet. You must learn patience my brother, once you do, then nothing can stop you from achieving that which you were created to do." Death explained with a small smile on his face at the wonder he saw in his brother's eyes as he considered his words.
"You truly think so?" Pestilence asked not sure if he could truly let himself believe these words. They were more than he had ever hoped for.
"I do. Now come, leave this place. Let us join our brothers and rejoice for the time when time itself will end." Death replied standing and looking to his brother to see how he would now respond.
"Yes brother, I would like that." Pestilence answered standing as well, making sure he stood tall and proud. He was Pestilence and he would bring a plague unlike any ever seen on the earth before. But not yet, one day in the future, when the time was right. He would wipe humanity from the face of the earth.
And with that Pestilence followed Death with a smile on his face. He wasn't weak or powerless, it was just the time wasn't right for him to release his true power on the world. But he could wait, he was eternal after all. Time was a small price to pay for getting what he wanted in the end.
His turn to shine.
THE END
So that's it, I hoped you liked it and again thank you to all those of you who have followed and favoured and reviewed. And a special thank you for the prompt from PrawnNetwork.
Peace out ya'll. Hope you have a great Christmas and an absolutely fabulous new year.
