Sorry but, blood is considered liquid so... This is pretty dead end prompt. Sorry, but, that's just how it is.

Okay take your time

its a bit difficult to read, ngl

DOOUUWOOOOON

The sound seemed to come from everywhere all at once. It was so loud it completely drowned out all other sounds. The ground trembled and rattled everything atop but entirely different from any earthquake Jason had ever experienced. It was as if reality itself was being shaken inside a giant snowglobe. Holding his hands over his hurting ears he screamed as loud as he could and even inside his own body his shout paled in comparison to the sound. The sound dominated all, it was enormous, colossal and all emcompasing, it was everything. And then it stopped, again.

Opening his eyes slowly Jason found himself on the floor and hadn't even noticed the transition. Slowly he took his hands from his ears and was again startled. Silence. A thunderous silence that also rang loudly in his ears, had he gone deaf? Where was Mr socks? Could hearing a sound so loud repeatedly kill a canine? Looking around the room he wasn't surprised at the devastation wrought by such a quake. From the living room he could see his walls nearly bare, the pictures had fallen off and his bookshelves stood nearly empty, save one black leather bound book. Looking into the kitchen he could see even his cabinets had been rocked off their anchors and were hanging haphazardly or laying on the floor.

"Knock Knock". A sound, a small sound but definitely there. So he hadn't gone deaf after all, someone at the door. Probably Jeanine, no doubt freaking out that it happened a third time and worse, it seemed to be getting stronger not weaker.

"We're live?" a familiar deep, but less confident, voice asked from the near wall. The television screen was no longer showing it's rainbow bar code standby screen and a visibly shaken news anchor was adjusting his suit. " There it was again, we have reports from our international news network out of Tokyo, London, Budapest and every other affiliate still in contact with our headquarters, it is confirmed. The sound and quakes appear to be happening globally in what some are calling a massive pan-tectonic displacement event, while still many others are saying these are the trumpets of angels announcing the Apocalypse."

"Knock Knock". Turning back from the television he shook his head a bit, he had forgotten the door. The knocking wasn't any louder this time, nor was it faster paced like he expected. Just two even knocks like a heartbeat. "Well good maybe she isn't absolutely flipped out" Speaking a little louder he said "I'm coming!" with as much positivity as he could muster for her.

Walking through the living room required some tact as all of the possession he had worked hard for and collected over the years were strewn about in a manner that should have had him flipping out. In this moment though the though came in a distant second to making sure he didn't fall over with his head still feeling so light after the Sound. Opening the door he was surprised to be greeted by someone with long brown wavy hair like jeanine, but with a full beard to accompany it. He was smiling and holding out something in each hand. In one stood a long wooden pole with a wicked blade attached, starting thick by the haft and growing thinner until it reached a point at the end of its three foot length, the underside clearly razor sharp. In the other a thick folded black cloth with a hood and atop it a name-tag written in old english "Plague".

"Hello brother, the time has come and we have work to be about" the man said with a calm voice below kind eyes and a smile that was slight but reassuring somehow.

Jason blinked with both eyes, saying nothing. Then again. The man was still there, still smiling and calming holding out the items. Taking a deep breath Jason broke his silence timidly "Hi there, are you alright buddy?"

The man's slight smile bloomed into a full one, straight pearly teeth and dimpled cheeks, he was good looking and had a very easy manner about him. " I'm very blessed Jason, and while today will be a very dark day for many, for the lambs it marks the coming of the dawn after a very long dark night. Are you okay? Did you get hurt during one of the Trumps?" The man visibly looked Jason over for injury as he was finishing his sentence, genuine concern painted on his face and sounded in his voice.

So this guy has gone off the deep end, no wonder. That sound and quake would be just too much for many people. Atleast he seems calm and nice, despite holding a pokearm weapon Jason thought. "I uh-no I'm fine thank you" he said letting out a short nervous laugh.

"What's with the scythe?" Jason asked looking the man in the eye. He had brown eyes, no they were hazel actually. Pretty eyes really. Jason's father had always told him to look a man in the eye when you first meet him, the soul is behind them and sometimes you can see if it is a dark or light one. Jason could see, more clearly with this man than any other. He knew somehow, in that moment, the scythe needn't worry him.

"It's yours Jason, our Father has a very important mission to be carried out today and I need your help." The man said with a mixture of sober severity and yet still in a kindly way. Like one would speak to a child who was unsure of his surroundings but needed to be told what to do.

Jason barked another nervous laughed and smiled. Looking down at the name-tag and robe he took it from the man to inspect it and while reading the old english again he noticed the man's man bare hand no longer concealed by the robe. It had a gaping hole in the center. Everything stopped.

Maybe his heart even stopped, for seconds that seemed like hours he just stared at the hole. Then the birds began to sing again. Still fixated on the whole he could see daylight break through the clouds behind the man as he slowly lifted his gaze up his arms and to his face. Still smiling, reassuring. It was only then Jason realized he was crying as he collapsed to his knees and hugged the man's feet. "Oh Lord is it reall you? I am so grateful, I love you, thank you, thank you, I Love You." The words came out amidst his sobbing.

Through his weeping he felt the man's hand soothingly stroke the back of his head, "I love you too my son, and I always will."

Ooh, that is so clever! Makes you wonder...

Interesting idea tbh. I might write something on this. Give me a while lol

I believe you would die nigh instantly, but it would still be a death more painful than we could possibly imagine. Like, imagine literally every single inch of your body on fire.

I believe this would feel far more dreadful than any torture we have ever dreamt up, even though the whole ordeal would only last about a millisecond

Gives me Midsommar vibes

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This is awesome. Thank you lol.

"Come here David, please, sit down"

The man did what he asked, playing around with his fingers while he scanned the room he was in.

It was quite old-fashioned, kinda what you would expect of a detective's office or a CEO's. Full of books, strange tools and trinkets (Why are there so many mirrors here?), some photographs and a corkboard with various notes and images, all connected with red strings. His thoughts were interrupted by the boy's voice, who looked at him in interest

"So, Mr ..."

"Just use my name" It's not like I want to give you any more info, thought David

"Alright Mr David, whatever you're more comfortable with" The boy gave him a friendly smile. He was pretty young, younger than expected at least, couldn't be more than twenty. He had slightly long black hair and some curious purple-ish eyes that looked as if they were analysing your soul. "You don't know why you're here, do you?"

David shook his head. He got a call from his boss, saying that he was needed in the exorcism and necromancy wing, which was pretty weird since he's never had any kind of connection with sorcery, unlike some of his co-workers who needed weekly inspections, you know things of working with fae and other beings. But him, as one of the few humans in the office?

"Well, as you might know, I'm Raymond, the one in charge for all the sorcery stuff and keeping all of our sweet friends from their wild instincts, plus I also keep this place safe from all kinds of spirits, demons and... angels." David looked at him, confusion in his face

"Angels...? But... Aren't they supposed to, you know, be holy and protect us?" Raymond let out some laughter

"Oh my, so innocent Mr David! Very well, let me give you a real quick Speciology lesson" He got down from his chair, walking towards the corkboard, pointing out at the photos. Most of them were kind of blurry, some with red splashes coming from somewhere outside of the camera frame and some weird light to them "These... are all photos of murders commited by angels. Why you may be asking? Because, angels are supposed to protect those who are out of sin, now, tell me Mr David, have you ever looked at the sun when you were a kid?"

"Uhhh... Yes...?"

"Then you're not out of sin, are ya?" He grinned, pointing at more photos "The angels consider that an offense, since they praise the Sun more than anything. They are very strict about their beliefs and to them, we are nothing more than worthless and pathetic bugs that they can step over at any given second... Oh! And don't get me started on Weeping Angels! You've probably heard of those, am I right Mr David?"

He took a few seconds to think "The beauty angels that uhh... kill you if you ever stop looking at them... right?"

"Ding ding ding! Correct Mr David. Do you still think they're the harmless and holy creatures you said they were?"

David shook his head again, looking away from the boy's gaze, although it's a little complicated with his look reflected in so many places "I still don't know why am I here though..."

Raymond stayed in silence for a few seconds, taking out a photo from one of the corners, which he's been hiding in his pocket for a while "Well Mr David... I was hoping you would explain this to me" The image showed something bright, and somehow anthropomorphic but with many eyes all looking in different directions, all of them secreting a golden fluid, as if they were crying "...Or should I call you Archangel David... ? One of the deadliest and most famous weeping angels..."

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John’s anxiously peering through the curtains of the Shady Oaks motel, sweat dripping from his brow, frantically scanning their surroundings.

-“I can’t believe you dragged me into this”- said Chris as he sat on the bed, rocking back and forth trying to calm down. -“what is even the point to all of this John?!, they’re going to catch us any minute now”

-“Fuck, Chris, stop being like that, they’re going to realise that it was nothing more than a prank and all of this will blow over, I promise”

John barely has a moment to finish his sentence when the door comes down in an explosive flash, the room fills with smoke, revealing multiple figures that encompass the room.

-“Hands on your head. John Knocksville, Chris Pontius, you are under arrest for the murder of Vlad Smith. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do can be used…”

The sound of sirens drown out everything as our two suspects get apprehended, infinitely screaming: “How was I supposed to know that Dracula is a registered citizen with rights? It was just a prank!!!”

It's been two thousand years since the day I took the squire oath. A deep sigh slipped my lips as I downed the last of my whiskey .i slid the glass to the barkeep . With a nod I asked for another, two thousand long ass years . I gazed around the room , filled with so many lives . They were blissfully unaware of evil that lurked in this city. How stupid and lucky they are ... While they go through the day my kin and family protect the city with hunters of the night to keep our city safe from those who want you as their super.

The barkeep Joana handed me the glass " hard night triana ?" She asked . I looked up at her , she always called me triana my name is Annastriana .

" What else is fucking new " I replied with a gruf and took the drink and finished it one gulp. It was almost night and I had to get back with the others for the hunt.

" Damn baby ! Can I buy you another ?" A stupid drunk college guy said as he reached the bar. He was your typical frat wanna be 20 something brat. He was already drunk I could smell the alcohol level in his blood and hear how fast his heart was racing.

I really don't have time for this you stupid prick head ! I know coming out on festival nights wasn't wise thanks to our goddess we have a beautiful complexion, and a longer life span than most humans and just for shit n giggles a hell of a liquor tolerance. Perks of the job I guess ! But it's ass hats like this that make me question why I do this damn job in the first place .

Joana " listen bud why I don't call u a cab I think you've had enough, and so has she so let's just call it a night"

I guess what they say about liquid courage is true. He came closer to me , the stinch of his over priced body spray overpowered the air and his eyes were bloodshot. Stupid human ! About the time I was just GANNA slap him across the face . A tall slender man grabbed me by the hand and pulled me away .

When we got on the bussling new Orleans street I snatched my hand away .

"Who the hell are ?!" I said sternly.

The tall man smirked .and leaned his head down to look me in the face he held his hands behind his back.

" Is that how we say thank you where you come from ? I mean even two thousand years ago people had manners right. Or were as uncivilized back then as you are now? "

I blinked ... How did he know how old I am ? I stepped back I looked at him he didn't seem to more than 30 in his appearance and I wasn't picking up any traces of magic or anything . This doesn't seem right . I shook my head . I should just leave . I needed to meet with the others.

" Im afraid you won't be meeting them .... Well at least not tonight and definitely not there . " He said in a whisper by ear.

How did he know what I was thinking ? Is this a trick ? A trap .okay stay calm mind clear if he can read minds I must keep my mind blank .

" Well since you can read my mind , seems this dance very one sided . Care to share the floor? Starting with oh I don't know your name and what you want?" I replied stepping forward with my arms crossed. He smirked again ,what is with this guy I still can't read him.

" Oh I love to dance but I'm afraid my dance card is full tonight. However I'm sure for the right price I may have an opening after all" he stepped around me .

" Okay I'll play I tossed him a small velvet burgundy bag it had two gold coins and one ruby . Just the last of jewels from pay day ." Must be one hell of a name if it's worth money for " I smirked and clicked my tounge.

" You could say that but then again everything and everyone has price . I'm just bold enough to say I'm only in it for the coins." He fanished and I stepped forward left on a small torn paper was old scrip writing, not in a language I can understand .damit what the hell was that !

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Ah, Ultima Thule. I see a fellow ffxiv fan :>

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I would love to read that! If you ever continue it tell me please! :D we don't have enough dragon in a modern world o.o

But if you are interested, I have written another story that passes on the same universe as this one.

Link’s here.

I’m glad you liked it.

I won’t promise anything, since this was my first time writing something in this fashion, but If I have a creativity rush I’ll write more. 😁

Alien furgrubs

“I think you have the wrong guy.. My name is-“, “No, stop avoiding your responsibilities Famine, I know it’s you.”, They cross their arms as the two horses accompanying them whinny and start walking in circles. “Just come on out and take off the skin suit, it’s starting to creep me out, man.”, “Look.. Plague, I’m telling you, I’m just a normal guy! Aren’t you all supposed to be skeletons?? And what do you mean ‘skin suit’?? I didn’t know I could take my skin off!”, You yell, you’re tempted to just slam the door, but you also don’t want to get the Black Death.

“Look, Satan’s gonna be mad if you don’t get out, I don’t want to deal with another one of his lectures. Plus, he’s annoying fruity, at least to me.. Death doesn’t seem to mind.. I’m starting to think he’s ga-“, The skeleton rides past you both chasing your neighbor, it was fine though, he was an asshole anyways. “I’m telling you, you have the wrong dude. Now let me live out my remaining time on this accursed planet in peace.”

Plague just sighs and slices you open with a scythe, to your surprise, you.. didn’t die? “Come on bud, Death needs you.”

“…Minecraft?”, “Yea! Minecraft! It’s where you mine and.. craft!” You sigh, it’s the least you could do before he goes to Heaven, at least you hope. “Oh, alright, fine.. How do you win? So I can get this over with.” You weren’t particularly fond of this new ‘video game’ trend with mortals, it was hard to explain to God why you were gone for 200 hours playing Dark Souls with a teenager who got hit by a car. “Well uh, you don’t. Unless you count beating the Ender Dragon as winning, which I don’t, I’ve never actually gotten there..”

You put down your scythe as you sit down in the void for a while, “You know, before we play, I always like to get to know you guys. So.. How’d you die?” The kid looked down, seemed like he was trying to remember. “Uh, something with my brain? I don’t know, the last thing I remember is getting into a coma and hearing beeping noises.”, “Ah. I always forget any and all humans can do that, not only the old. Do you remember your name?”, “Uh yeah, It’s Caleb.. Why wouldn’t I remember my name?”, He looked a bit confused, but quickly shrugged it off as he sat down next to you, “So.. Not to be pushy or anything, but when are we gonna play Minecraft? I wanna go see my grandma..”

You stay silent, you wish you had tear ducts, maybe they’d express how you were feeling right now. “Wait human, I have to place an order.”, “To who?”, “To whoever your God is, or Gods if you’re in that type of religion. So, what do we play this on?”, Wow, you sounded kind of lame.. The kid frowns as he replies, “Computers. How long does the order take?”, “Only about a minute, they’re gods.” He smiles and hands you an inconspicuous computer mouse, “Wha-“, “It’s what you use to click on things! It’s called a mouse, like the animals.”

“Yes, I’m quite familiar with what a mouse is Caleb..” You groan as you start to place the order for the computers. Caleb starts to grin mischievously as they arrive, “You know what Mr Reaper.. Let’s see who can get to the End faster! I’m gonna try really hard because this is my last game of Minecraft ever!”, You furrow your.. eyeholes as you turn both computers on. “It’s a deal, mortal.”, “Heck yea! You’re going down!”

You sigh a final time as you press play.

“Alright then, let’s go.”

You are welcome my friend.

Gods created men, but Colt made them equal.

It used to mean that all are equal in their ability to defend themselves when handed a Colt gun. As Samuel Colt Jr, I brought a new twist to my family's slogan when I made the Godslayer.

Now Colt made men and gods equal.

Now, gods can die just like men thanks to the Godslayer, and it became my main business, killing immortals and gods who felt they lived too long and wanted to die like a mortal, while I handed over the Colt Manufacturing Company to my younger brother.

Today, the Greek goddess before has a different request than the usual.

"You, Godslayer, I would like to contract you to kill my husband. I have cursed all his lovers and jinxed all the children these lovers have borne him, but he never ever stops being the biggest horndog of Olympia!"

"Hera, are you asking me to kill Zeus for you? Have you brought him here?" I asked.

"You'll have to find Zeus, all I know is that he isn't Olympia, but hooking up with yet another girl on the mortal plane."

"Hera, with all due respect, I provide assisted suicides for gods, I am not a hunter. The gods come to me to die, I do not go out of my way to hunt down immortals."

"I can turn you into a slug if you refuse to take on this job," Hera glared, her eyes now burning coals of fire.

So I offered her my Godslayer and taught her how to use it. God-hunting really wasn't my forte at all. I think she got what she wanted, because the word spread and now many gods wanted me to forge them a Godslayer to kill each other. Sharing that power I forged was like opening a Pandora's Box, I could not take it back from the gods who bought it from me to murder each other en masse.

Time traveller from the future, if you are reading this, I am sorry for bringing about the collapse of the Heavens and the 2nd Apocalypse.