Crimson Apocalypse (2)

The Lord Father felt the warmth of the flames of War, but also the terrified cries of Famine as he died, and could hear the prideful noise Conquest had been making.

So with a snap of his fingers, the second to last of the Five Trumpets stepped forward. They wore a skull mask, and had two scythes that floated beside them.

"Is it now my turn, your eminence?" asked the skull masked Trumpet.

The Lord Father replied with a gentle smile as he kissed their forehead, "Go forth, and bring death to all the heretics,"

Soon after, Death transformed into a flock crows as they rushed out of the Church, and into the Crimson City. Flying through the overgrown city of crimson, they saw Leila gleefully humming to herself as she killed every Wyrm Howl Cult member, and crimson Abnormality she met.

Death rushed towards Leila, and transforming back grabbed her--flinging her into the air as Death launched one of her scythes at her chest.

But this didn't faze Leila at all, but all it was made her more happy. She lent out a manic laugh while a massive lollipop from the sky dropped down on to Death.

Before she could hit Death, they instantly transformed into a murder of crows, and transformed back as they snapped their fingers.

The scythe in Leila's chest went back to Death as she floated down while Leila crashed down on to the ground.

Spitting out blood as she chuckled, Leila stood up dusting herself as blood dripped from head down to her body. Seeing this, Death groaned in disgust as she stared at Leila's horrific sight.

Death could only think of getting rid of Leila as fast as possible, so that she wouldn't cause more harm to the Lord Father's kingdom.

To Death the Lord Father was the Scorched Wyrm, and that he was the true ruler over the Crimson City. They were by far the most loyal among the 5 Trumpets, and by far the most obsessed as they would only listen to what the Lord Father would say.

If the Lord Father would say rest they would, if the Lord Father would say kill, they would kill, and Death would only move, eat, drink, sleep, or bathe when the Lord Father ordered them to.

A true follower unlike Leila who would obey her own desires, and because of that Death despised Leila to a fault. Furious, they sprouted black wings made of crows which she used to slash at the skin of Leila.

"Bitch!" Leila cursed as she swung her scythe towards the chin of Death.

Swiftly dodging to the side, Death grabbed Leila by her chin, and held her tight before speaking in a cold tone, "Do not curse a being blessed by the Lord Father!" they retorted.

Crash!

Jiang crashed through five buildings as War rushed towards him with a furious look. They reached down to swallow them up, but before they could even take Jiang into their mouth; he grabbed their jaw not allowing them to try to eat them.

Raising one of their claws they struck down towards Jiang--quickly he rolled away, and threw a toxin grenade into their mouth.

The grenade exploded inside their stomach causing War to stumble, their eyes blurring from the poison. 

Shrieek!

Distracted, Jiang turned his head to his left to see a horde of 450 crimson humanoid Abnormalities, and as he turner back he was met with a claw to his face.

Blood dripped from his face; Jiang touched his face as he felt three deep wounds on his face. He had been scarred, and this caused Jiang to drink five vials of the purple liquid.

"Maximize Power!" he roared out, his voice turning guttural and monstrous.

His veins turned into a darker purple as his skin slowly turned a purple, and the iris, and pupils of his eyes were black and purple.

He snarled at War before dashing towards her on all fours; jumping on the top of their jaw he started to punch them. 

From afar on the rooftops was a tall man wearing a blue suit over a red shirt with a brown vest underneath a red tie. And he wore black leather shoes, as well as brown leggings; he stared at the Crimson City with a expressionless look.

"All of this, for a singular relic." he turned his head towards the church to see the ground beneath it shaking frantically.

"Who knows, maybe he'll finally bring her back." behind him was a crimson three headed lion that stood at 10 meters.

Petting the lion, he chuckled before walking backwards into a blue portal. The Lord Father felt the man's presence, and shivered in fear as he stumbled upon the priest's chair behind him.

Gripping its sides tightly as he sat, his vision blurred as multiple apparitions appeared in front of him. He was seeing multiple versions of the future, and every singular version made him more terrified.

The fifth trumpet walked over to him, they wore a white robe instead of red, and wore a jester masquerade mask which was colored white with red stripes over the mouth and nose. They spoke, "What did you see, Lord Father?" their voices were mixed both man and female, and caused an echo effect.

Looking up at the fifth trumpet, the Lord Father quickly grabbed their hands holding on them tightly.

"Is it true?" he asked, sweat dripped from his face. 

This was the first time the Lord Father felt fear, yet the fifth trumpet remained expressionless to this.

"What are you talkinh about, Lord Father?" the fifth trumpet replied, their voice cold, and unfeeling.

Among all the trumpets, the fifth was by far the most mysterious, calm, and cold even in front of the Lord Father. They never really spoke with anyone but the Lord Father, and even the Lord Father himself was afraid of the fifth trumpet due to the lack of emotion in their voice, and no one had ever seen them fight, or seen them use their Echo.

The Lord Father panted heavily as he felt his heart tighten up, and soon after he slumped deeper into the chair as he slowly touched the fifth trumpet's mask.

"Sleep well, oh dear Lord Father, for the Scorched Wyrm shall grant us freedom," they spoke in a monotonic tone which only made the Lord Father more afraid.

The Lord Father slowly closed his eyes as the fifth trumpet wrapped their arms around his neck, and whispered in his ears causing the Lord Father to "sleep peacefully".

Every trumpet felt the Lord Father's fear as they stopped fighting. and rushed towards the church to see Edward smoking a cigarette on the stairs where he sat.

"You're too late, whoever took him is long gone," he spoke as he looked up at the glaring horrific crimson sky.