Evil, vile, a wicked creature, that is normally how Death was described and portrayed by the Human race. The fact was that he was nothing like that. He spent most his time in human form, for Gods sake he was a freaking kindergarten teacher. In all his years of being Death, he had found the innocence of children calmed his mind.
He had spent many decades believing that he was as humans thought him to be. He had rarely enjoyed taking a life, plus it didn't end there for him. Someone had to take the soul to Purgatory. And some of then simply would not such the hell up. Rambling about how they weren't ready, pleading for just another day, or singing with joy. It wasn't until he was about nine hundred years old that Death finally sat and talked with Him. It was a journey that he would never forget. He was able to see Heaven, and what the mortals that believed and did right would get to inherit. It was a much better experience than the times he had been to Hell. It was hot, smelly, loud. It took nearly a decade to get the smell of sulfur and smoke out of his cloaks. The talk Death had had with Him explained a lot and answered many questions, giving Death a peace of mind.
This is what came flooding back in his mind as Death charged down the streets towards a group of people that were fighting demons. This, coupled with the vanishing of Blackheart, caused Death's true nature to return as he exploded around the corner heading towards the people. In an instant his pale blue eyes darkened to aqua blue/green color and his posture to change. He was no longer the Death summoned and under the influence of Blackheart, but the Horseman of Death that was meant to keep and restore balance. He shook the remaining cobwebs from his helmeted head and noticed that the demons were closing in on the humans. Demons, these where little buggers that none of the Four could stand.
Under his helmet Death snarled and twisted his scythe in his hand. It was time to clean house. He dug his heels into Nightmare's side, sending the horse forward. As Death approached the nearest demon, the air rang as his scythe was thrown, cutting off twenty demon heads before boomeranging back to Death's hand. He neared the people now, half a city block away and clearly visible. Demons were coming from all over, the streets, sewers, down the sides of the buildings. This is getting bad. he thought to himself.
The people were in need of help, as there was no way they could hold all of these demons off as they were. Death grunted and patted Nightmare, who stopped in reaction. Death spoke a few words to the horse in Latin and held out two single-handed scythes towards Nightmare. The horse snarled and snapped it's pointed teeth, its fangs growing longer as the the beast shifted to stand on it's back hands and take the weapons from Death. Nightmare's forty eyes blinked open, burning red as the fire in his mane grew brighter and the teeth on his chest and belly started to move and snap. Drool dripped from the mouths of Nightmare, turning the blacktop of the road into pools of lava where the liquid landed. Nightmare gave a battle cry and charged forward at the demons with swinging scythe and snapping mouths. Many fell by decapitation by snapping teeth while more still fell by scythe either dismembering, impaling, or decapitating.
While Nightmare had his fun, Death spoke in Latin once again and started to morph into a cloud of black mist. The mist grew and overtook a small hoard of demons, the mist being inhaled by them only to have a hand break through their chest with their dark purple heart still trying pumping black blood in the clenched fist. The mist moved from one to the next to the next. By the time Nightmare and Death were the length of a football field away, four hundred demons had fell, and there were still three hundred for the two of them and the hoard of mortals to fight off.
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