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Post by Azrael on May 16, 2011 16:17:53 GMT
"It would take far too long to explain." Azrael sighs.
"Think of them as tears that have been corrupted by Hell itself. Look them up in a book on Japanese mythology yourself later if you really care."
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Post by Ezekiel Iris on May 16, 2011 19:04:42 GMT
"I meant the price I'd have to pay ..." He said, still eyeing the vial of red water.
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Post by Azrael on May 16, 2011 19:34:27 GMT
"Oh. Of course." Azrael says as if he knew that all along.
"Are you familar with the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?"
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Post by Ezekiel Iris on May 16, 2011 19:45:32 GMT
"... Death, Famine, War and ... um ... there was another but I can't remember what it was," Ezekiel said, he seemed to have gotten a little edgier.
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Post by Azrael on May 16, 2011 19:49:35 GMT
"Plauge." Azrael finished for him. "Your condition makes you the ideal candidate for the Plauge Rider. Serve me as plauge and your eyes will no longer burden you."
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Post by Ezekiel Iris on May 16, 2011 20:05:30 GMT
Ezekiel swallowed.
"Um ... why do you need the horsemen of the apocalypse?" He asked.
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Post by Azrael on May 16, 2011 20:19:16 GMT
"The world you knew is dying. Monsters already run free in the streets. Men scarcley able to weild their powers don masks to fight them to no avail." Azrael explains grabbing Ezikiel's shoulder and showing him visions of the world.
A lizard girl in a jungle somwhere ripping limbs off of things that look human but turn into incest like monsters upon death. A flaming skeleton fighting what looks to be a robotic chimeria and a horned white robot in a warehouse. A group of teenagers turning into multicoloured demons to fight Angels in the street not far from this very church. Two women in white armour battling over the corpse of a Priest.
"It is time to cleanse the world of both Rider and monster to bring man into a new age of peace."
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Post by Ezekiel Iris on May 16, 2011 20:37:17 GMT
Ezekiel swallows and looks at the vial in his hands.
"S-so what will I have to do a-as the horseman of Plague?" He asked.
He knew in the back of head that he was going to take the deal he was just trying to hold back on the inevitable.
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Post by Azrael on May 16, 2011 20:51:14 GMT
"You will serve under myself and War. It will not be pleasant, you will have to fight and you will have to kill but when we succeed the world will be a better place. No more pain or suffering, no one else will end up like you." Azrael explains placing the plauge driver on the bed next to Ezekiel.
"It is your choice."
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Post by Ezekiel Iris on May 16, 2011 20:54:23 GMT
Ezekiel spent a while thinking. He looked up at Ezekiel and then back down to his hands.
"... I take the deal," He said quietly "I'll become your horseman,"
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Post by Azrael on May 17, 2011 16:16:32 GMT
"Good. Take the driver, it's time to go make sure Death hurries along." Azrael says getting up.
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Post by Ezekiel Iris on May 17, 2011 17:25:00 GMT
Ezekiel picks up the device and turns it in his hand. He gets up and follows Azrael.
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Post by Azrael on May 17, 2011 18:02:16 GMT
"Inject yourself with the new needle." Azrael says as they leave the room and walk down the Cathedral halls.
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Post by Ezekiel Iris on May 17, 2011 20:15:07 GMT
Ezekiel takes another needle out and after three or four seconds of fiddling about manages to place a hypodermic into the gun and inject himself. He seems fine, why did he ha-
Ezekiel looks up, splutters and coughs as he feels his body growing and bending out of shape, pieces of sharp ... metal? pierce through his shoulders and chest. He cries out in pain and then looks into the mirror.
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"You're a monster ..."
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She was right ...
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Post by Azrael on May 19, 2011 18:35:18 GMT
"It helps to focus the pain if you say 'Henshin' when you inject yourself." Azrael says idly not seeming too concerned about Ezekiel's issues.
The Angel waves his hand over a wall which turns into shimmering vertical pool of light before Ezekiel. If it weren't for the sharp peices of metal jutting from his body or the bleeding eyes it might have been beautiful. Azrael steps foward saying, "Follow me."
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