The rumbling became infuriatingly constant. The first thing War planned on doing was destroying a couple of villages, but that would have to wait until he got out of this fucking thing. Who, or whatever, has his ring is taking his good old sweet time and that irritates War. All he wants is to get back to his beautiful red Mustang and cause the slaughter of women and children at this point. If he could pace back and forth, he really would right now, but he can’t. Why? Because he’s still stuck in this fucking ring.
War had no idea how long it had been since the ring was picked up, but it had to have been a couple of weeks or a month, but he was getting itchy. The mental pacing went on for some time until the shaking stopped and a pull surrounded his entire being. “Fuckin’ finally! Jesus fucking H Christ, I am getting the greasiest damn Chinese takeout as soon as I’m out of here.”
Not even a second later, all he saw was light. The Horseman had been saved.
4.17 It’s a Terrible Life
All I’m saying is it’s how you look at it. Most folks live and die without moving anything more than the dirt it takes to bury them. You get to change things.
5.16 Dark Side of the Moon
In Heaven I have six wings and four faces, one of which is a lion.
The young disease that must subdue at length,
Grows with his growth,
and strengthens with his strength
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The New World Order