Death becomes a horseman
Death knew they were in for a bad time when Priscilla forced them to hurt the only person they cared about.
"Stop crying."
Death couldn't. Life had to see them as a monster now.
"You are made for killing. It's best she's realizes that now."
Yeah. But what if Priscilla is lying. What if they weren't made for killing. What if they can avoid this fate.
They had to try for Life.
•°•°•°•
Slam.
Thud.
Slam.
Thud.
Over and over Priscilla made death a puppet when they wouldn't listen. Death was starting to learn on to resist it a little. They couldn't become a killing machine.
Resisting was a mistake.
"I've never had someone resist me before. You didn't resist a lot but it's still concerning. I guess I'll have to break that strong will of yours."
•°•°•°•
Wack.
Smack.
Thwack.
Death didn't know they could feel physical pain until now. A wack from her staff. A smack from his own powers. A thwack to the head.
Cut.
Scrape.
Spirits have regenerative abilities. So technically they shouldn't get scarred. Priscilla found a way around that.
A cut to the eye should easily fix up. But Priscilla put a charm to stop that. Death cried out in pain when Priscilla scooped their eye out. She did that to both of their forms. That was their first scar.
Scrape.
Scrape.
Scrape.
The scrape seemed small at first. But everytime they resisted or disobeyed she'd dig her nails and drag them in the same spot.
Painful.
Bloody.
Death is losing their will to resist.
•°•°•°
The first kill Priscilla had to force. Had to control them.
Death knew it wasn't that person's time yet. Never had death showed this much emotion over someone dying.
Never had death cried this much before.
However taking life reminded them why they were resisting.
Life.
•°•°•°•
"You are resisting again. I preferred when you were sobbing. Oh well. Everytime you managed to miss a kill you will be punished."
The punishment can't be too bad. Nothing worse than losing an eye or getting nails dragged ok the same spot over and over.
Death was wrong.
•°•°•°•°
Death didn't kill the next target like they were supposed to.
First punishment was.... Gruesome
Impalement.
Death screamed as a large metal spike was suddenly pushed through their abdomen.
Why couldn't they just die
Death loved life but they didn't know how long they could take the torture.
•°•°•°•
Death only resisted one more time.
One more time after the impalement.
Because the next punishment was psychological.
"Death, I know you are staying strong for Life but, let's be real. You hit life. You killed an innocent person. And now you have many ugly, ugly scars."
But she knows that this wasn't my choice.
"Life is only going to see a monster. A killer. What's the point of continuing for her."
Monster? Would she really see a monster?
"You will only continue to hurt her. Whether you choose too. Or I force you."
Does life feel pain Everytime I kill someone? Because I'm taking life? Oh no. Oh no. Life I'm so sorry.
"Here is where you belong. You'll be accept with me, the sins, and the horsemen."
Do they actually accept me. I'm an outsider. Those other spirits were my family.
"Those other spirits? The good ones? They hate you. They despise you."
Life likes me.
"Just give up. Life would be terrified if she saw you again."
She would?
"Why would such a sweet spirit want to see a scarred killer."
Killer? Am I really a killer?
"You killed that innocent person. You could have resisted but you didn't."
I'm a killer.
I'm a monster.
Life hates me.
She'd be repulsed by what I look like and what I've done.
I should just give up.
I should.... just.... give.... up....
Tears poured down their face as they finally snapped.
•°•°•°•°•
Death shows no more emotions.
Doesn't speak.
Doesn't cry.
Just does as they are told.
They don't even need to be controlled anymore.
They are a good little puppet.
A good little killing machine.
Death is now finally the fourth horseman of the apocalypse.