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Feet pounded on to the ground as harsh breaths were forced out of his lungs.
He couldn’t stop running, the plants beneath his feet withered leaving a trail of dead wildflowers. He needed to get to a path, or a village, some place he wouldn’t leave a sign as to where he went.
A place with humans, those places don’t have plants, but they have people, people were his biggest risk right now.
“PESTILENCE COME BACK!” A demonic voice screeched somewhere far behind him.
Tommy realized he didn’t care where he went, he wanted to get away from them.
…..
Pestilence laughed with joy as he danced with his people.
Musicians played their instruments and sang their hearts out all throughout the night and day of the celebrations.
It was said that the festivities were held to keep the gods at bay or whatever.
He remembers being amused at the people's antics, he was a god and look at him. He is celebrating with them.
His eyes lit up in childlike wonder as he heard a melody he had never heard before mindlessly walking towards the source.
There, holding a guitar was a tall brunet man who looked around his early twenties. He was singing softly to a slower melody a stark contrast to the upbeat music the rest of the instruments were playing.
Pestilence drowned out the rest of the world as his blue eyes landed on the man, his sole focus on that ever so sweet song. It pulled him in like a siren making him stop dead in his tracks only a couple metres from the musician.
He sat down on the ground, ignoring the grumbles of the people around him having to manoeuvre their dancing away from him.
As the last strum of the guitar sounded the man huffed in satisfaction before looking up and looking around the small crowd that had gathered around him. He smiled kindly at all of them before putting his head down and chording his guitar.
Pestilence didn’t know why he was so drawn to the man, the music he was so captured by had stopped so why did he still feel that pull towards the brunet?
It seemed the guy had noticed something himself as he whipped his head back up, his eyes looking through the crowd, as if searching for something. The man's gaze stumbled on to him and it seemed the world held its breath.
The once brown irises of the man turned into a threatening black making the whites of his eyes seem even lighter. Pestilence felt a shift in his magic as his eyes turned to their true colour, white as their eyes locked together.
His breath hitched as his powers fluttered inside of him, making the grass around him start to wither.
Someone near him yelled in surprise as they dropped the bread they were holding, and Pestilence looked to realize the once freshly cooked bread was now blackened with rot and similar things happened to all the other food in the area.
He turned back to the man only letting some words escape his lips.
“You’re like me.” He breathed out.
“I think I am.” The man responded his voice barely above a whisper.
“Pestilence, Pestilence of the white horse.” he said holding out his hand.
That what you’re a God of? Why would you name yourself that?” The man blurted out.
A God didn’t have what humans called names, they were simply what they did, so why must they be called such silly titles. Pestilence said as much.
“Well, if you’re going by that logic then fine, I am Famine of the black horse.” Famine said the same threatening charcoal black swirling in his eyes again.
“Do you have a human name?” He asked quirking his brow.
“Yes, but it's not a human name it's just my name, my father gave it to me.” Famine said slowly.
“Father? What's a father?” Pestilence said, tilting his head.
“You don’t know what a father is? How old are you?” Famine asked concerned.
Pestilence blushed bright red at that question sputtering slightly.
“Thats rude to ask but if you must know I’m seventy-six, Famine, I’ve been here for a while.” He said with a smug grin.
See Pestilence may have been old in human years, but he resembled the form of a young boy, aged around fifteen with golden blonde hair, a skinny frame and baby blue eyes. Of course, that was only his human form his true body was much greater than his puny body.
“Seventy-six?”
“What's wrong?”
Famine said nothing only getting up and walking to Pestilence and kneeling, so they were even closer to each other. Close enough he could jump into the older looking's arms.
A warm hand cupped his face making his powers calm a bit, but the pull towards him was still strong.
“Darling, you are much too young to be on your own.” The God said his voice laced with honey.
“I can handle myself; I am a God.” Pestilence replied frowning slightly.
“I do not doubt your abilities, but I do doubt the human's kindness, they are cruel beings love.”
“Humans have treated me with kindness for decades.”
“Humans change, you have not seen war like I have, please let me protect you.” Famine easily, reaching up so he was cupping his face with both hands.
Pestilence was hesitant at first, he didn’t know if he could trust Famine, but he was a fellow god and he had never met one of them before. He craved for something, and he didn’t know what it was.
He was made to do harm, to disease every person and plant around him. But he could never truly do that because of the love he held for people of this earth.
Maybe Famine could help him escape that cruel fate.
“What’s your human name?”
“Wilbur, that’s my favourite of the names people have called me.”
“Well pleasure to meet you, Wilbur.”
“Pleasures all mine, Pestilence.” Wilbur paused for a minute. “So do you except my offer of protection?”
He sucked in a breath before looking the man in the eyes. He allowed himself to fall into Famine’s arms nodding his head in blind agreement.
Wilbur held him with gentle arms and smiled into his hair.
He didn’t realize the smile was one of victory and he didn’t see the possessiveness swirl in Wilbur’s eyes.
Pestilence had made a deal with the devil, and he would realize that sooner or later.