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Our girl Scarlet back at it with the AMAZING art and flaunting that evil!Cinder in our faces heheheh, can’t wait for more of her content!! 🔥

Evil Au Ciner where she is an odd Infernal creature. She lacks horns and wings but makes up for the SPICE and tails. She is the sister of Dis in this AU and they both are daughters to Samael. Cinder was kicked out by Lilith (not their mother) when she took the previous woman's place at their father's side, because Cinder is terminally ill and Lilith said that would ruin such esteemed reputation of such a strong, respected family. Cinder lives in a volcano in some random realm now and people leave her alone unless they want her superior potions and medicines... If they can survive the treck down into Cinder's abode; an old cathedral eaten away by time and elements within the very heart of the volcano, her safe place.

Being an elemental means that the volcano responds to her most vile of emotions. Anger will make the surrounding place hotter, the lava glowing just a bit more intensely, and rage and hated will threaten to have the place blow up. Literally. Immune to lava, she likes to hide in the pool found by one of the walls, often sleeping in it.

Her personality can be between sarcasm, rudeness, seductive, and masochistic. She loves to piss people off, as well, play and mess with their minds. The only person she really is close with and kind to is Dis; the two are the most sister duo you have ever seen hehe

Her magic is blood magic-- using her own personal resource from her body and others to perform magic that is similar to Arcane in a sense, only more powerful and doesn't require wrath any outer influence.

Her clothing is literally embued with the element of fire, so resistant to burning, and emits a glow where you see it's the brightest among the cracks. Her flesh is the same as well, cracked along the limbs, back and abdomen where lava can be seen swirling in between the hair-thread cracks.

That's all for now! :D Gonna work on evil!Death next

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Ayoooo there’s our sick guy!

Darluke- Unhealthy form

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Aaaaaaaaaah she’s so precious!!! 😭😭😭 love her so much, such a wholesome soul

Hope, the precious beannnnnnnnnnn

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Aaaaaaaaa the art style is just so great. Look at the three of them!

So amazing 🤩🤩🤩 and Hiraeth looks so gorgeous my gosh!!!!!!

Always good to know a mask maker when your mask gets broken. Too bad she happens to be your lover’s nemesis lmao

Against Creation AU main cast are vibing!!

The lovely Hiraeth (lady at the front) belongs to my good bud @voidwritesstuff uwu. Shes’s so soft and sweet i love her ;;w;;

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Child S/O, as she grows up, feels like she owns the Horsemen a lot for their influence in her life, but in truth, it’s the Horsemen who owe her. After all, she gave them the beginning of a new start: Kindness. Sure when she met them, she was naive and young but she was kind. It was because of her that they met new cautious but kind humans, got a new home to rest, a new community to protect, and more importantly, a new family.

The Horsemen played a very vital role in reader's life, whether they accept that credit or not. Without them, she would have not have survived what she did. Never would have been guided her way home.

But the Horsemen did that. However, they will accept that in meeting her she has changed them immensely. By returning her home, they thought it would be a final goodbye. but alas, it wasn't; no it was the new dawn of their beginning.

Their second chance. Much was lost to Eden. Much was left to be repaid. And though she has no exact knowledge of that time other than minor comments or long-sat sessions in silence as the Horsemen gaze upon the horizon, seeking their redemption in a past they cannot change, she inspired them to be better.

Her kindness was the cure to their sins. In fact it could be said that one human's kindness - the pure energy of their soul that loves and is compassionate - has the unique and sole power to forgive and cleanse a soul of its damned absolution.

The Horsemen feel that they owe her everything for what she has done. The light she has shined on their souls, purifying their restless traumas, settling those howling beasts that are their sins and guilts.

And all the while she remains humble to them. Saying it is them to who she owes everything to. It is something of a running joke, something to chuckle and tease about, lie uttering the last goodbye or goodnight; getting the last word in. It will constantly be said over the other, neither parts resigning to admit defeat.

They shall always be those who guide her way home. And she will forever be the one who guides them through the dark.

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Death: Why don’t you ever listen to me, Strife?!

Strife:

Strife annoying Death for a reblog chain straight. I’ll go first:

Strife: Hey Death, wanna hear this song I made?

Death: Not particularly…

Strife: okay! Here it is!

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sneak peek at an ask regarding reader's mother + the Horsemen

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Wanted to practice some hair shading and also some sketching (mainly face and hair structure) and gave our red rider some silky looking hair

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It’s winter, meaning snow, meaning lots of playtime in the snow with friends! After Child S/O helps her mother with all chores, she’s allowed to play outside with her human friends! The Horsemen are curious how humans play with snow and watch as S/O goes sledding, make snowmen with others, and…well, she doesn’t do snow Angel games anymore, but even Strife participated in his new favorite winter game: Snowball Fights. This totally gives him an excuse to throw snow at his siblings! 😈

Winter can often be a hard time for the race of humanity. With little crops producing vegetables, the animals going into hibernation or migrating elsewhere. A lot of preparation goes into the ordeal of ensuring that the village can sustain itself through the winter months and battle the cold.

But it can also be fun!

Always the good girl, Reader helps her mother with the chores around the hut, which is shrouded over by a tent canvas to keep the warmth in and the cold out, before she can rug up nice and warm and head outside to join her friends and siblings.

The Horsemen just watch first and foremost. Just keeping an eye on her so she doesn’t slip and hurt herself as she plays around in the plethora of snow with her friends. The sight before them breaks Strife first out of all of them when the mention of sledding is involved. Strife is one hell of a sled partner, hanging on tightly to reader close to his chest as the sled travels down the steep slopes.

And yes, the time of snow angels is long since last. So her friends may do them but she will not, instead she will make with Strife as close to life sized snowmen of the Horsemen as she can. They do look sort of goofy until the others join in, and wouldn’t you know it… the reaper himself can make some very striking snowmen figures. He’s gotta be using some Elder Nephilim magic he ain’t telling anyone about.

Later on in the day, the Horsemen somehow lose track of you and Strife only for War to be absolutely pelted in the face by a snowball almost the size of his head.

There he — and his two other siblings — find Strife huddled in a trench with teaser and the other children of the village initiating a snowball fight. And the three get involved! There is a raining storm of snowballs.

Strife then teams up with Death when the reaper defends reader from a large snowball coming her way, half of the other children run to join War and Fury on their team, using the behemoth himself as a sort of shield.

Upon seeing the commotion, both parents are proud. Gladdened by the scene that unfolds before them.

When time comes that the other children must go home, reader bidding then farewell, she sits with the Horsemen. The air is chilly and Strife wraps his scarf around like a shawl as she then is passed over to sit in War’s lap for a bit to warm up, curling up into him with a yawn.

The days in the snow would since continue this way.

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DEATH: HORSEMEN NAUGHTY XMAS POSTER + SCENES (2025) CONCEPTS

NSFW themes below cut. 18+

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One of War’s concepts for either War August/War March

And yes. It will be a NSFW piece.

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FURY NAUGHTY XMAS POSTER (2025)

I’m throwing the bone into your yards with this

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No matter which Horsemen caretaker Child S/O ends up with, it reminds me of the Mandolorian and Baby Yoda! So cute and heartwarming!

Yep, I definitely see the correlation. And I love it!

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We all know Child S/O’s Father has the closest relationship to Death out of the four Horsemen, but what how the others? What do you think his relationship with the other three might be like?

Strife: R's father sees the way every time this Horseman is ready to draw at the single bat of an eye, a single shift and hitch of one's breath. He finds Strife's dedication to protect his daughter very admirable. Of course all the Horsemen care deeply for her and her little brother all the same, but there is something about Strife that he sees deep within.

When they found her that day and took her under their charge, it was Strife who stepped up to the plate first. An instinct he had to protect. So his relationship with Strife is something fond, and something strong. Next to Death who he sees as another father to R and her brother, Strife is something of an older brother - a son to him. A son who he proudly pats on the shoulder and says he's doing so well even if he himself can't see it. Should anything happen to him and his wife, he knows Strife will step up to that plate once more, guns blazing and raining absolute hellfire. Whenever he looks into Strife's golden eyes as the Horseman watches over you, back sloped in a way like he's ready to pounce on the unseen enemy's attack, he knows that if Heaven and Hell are real dominions... they would be wise to fear the golden eyed Horsemen when it concerns the safety of reader and her baby brother.

War: In a way like Strife, the red rider is a force to be reckoned with and that is something that R's father can admire and respect. However, what he takes more solace in is the gentler side War possesses. For all know him as this being of destruction, this powerful and unstoppable engine of blood mad. His blade and he combined are a syncronised terror that all should be wary of becoming the enemy of.

But it's these moments where the red rider is at his most tender that he knows that his children are in safe, capable hands. How he lets them to get so close to him without flinching for his blade. He shows great amount of control and discipline. And how he will carry those children across distances unknown to him on foot if he must. Dark forces may conspire against them but War will let not a seeping shadow past his guard. As he watches, content and smiling as reader gives him a flower she found to sniff. R's father sees War as something of a son too, but more so a brother in arms. A fellow soul who takes honour seriously. Who takes the role of protector seriously. When just in the company of each other, he will thank War for all that he's done for his daughter and son, and if anything happens to them, he trusts the red rider to do what is right.

Fury: R's father treats the hot tempered Horsemen as though she was a fiery teenage daughter of his. He'll rein her in when her anger gets the best of her and surprisingly... she'll allow it. But this doesn't mean he regards her with any less respect or admiration. Much like his wife, Fury is a strong and capable warrior and he recognises that. But he also sees she has much growth to do. And like any father, he will do what he can to teach her. Death has a way of teaching her as well, but she can be stubborn at times even wit him.

But R's father has wisdom that she may think is worthless now but in time.. she will see its worth. He is a listening ear on the nights where they are alone together, the children asleep and her siblings not around. She is free to talk with him and she finds comfort in that. The father she never had - though Death is something like a father to her too. He will offer words of guidance when she feels lost in the storm of her fury and give her encouragement when she feels helpless. And he is proud to watch her with a wide smile when the next day he sees her act on those kinder teachings.

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If either Ulthane or Azrael babysit Child S/O, they might be happy to look after an innocent young soul, but also very guilt ridden because of their actions causing humanity to end up in such a way. This innocent child, so full of light and oblivious to many things, is going to be in constant danger her entire life from demons and other forces bc of them. And yet when she sees them sad, she comforts them by patting or hugging them, not knowing what’s happening.

It is both a blessing to be in the presence of a soul so young and pure as reader. But there is that guilt that they aided Abaddon in creating this. They knew that humanity wasn't ready for the end war and still, they put Earth to the torch. And for what?

For Abaddon to play the mighty general hero he is praised to be? Only to then fall?

What kind of sacrifice was that. Had Azrael the power to turn back time, he would. It would greatly cause a disturbance in the universe, but he would not let himself condemn humanity if that was to be the fate. So when he hovers there, solemn and haunted in his guilt, the gentle tug of his robe alerts to the presence of the child who asks him what is wrong. Such kindness in her heart, betrayed by the very heavenly figure her.

"I... I'm so sorry for what has become of your home. Your people."

The angel that usually hovers above all with such grace falters and becomes accustomed to the ground touching his feet. And there she meets him, her arms around around him in a hug. The soft whisper of her heart, "I forgwive you."

And Ulthane... the Maker is fierce beyond reproach. When the Horseman isn't around, Ulthane is her protector. No pigeon nor hell spawn will come near her.

Furthermore, when she has her energy back up and she's looking healthier, she gets even more playful than she was before and the way she will climb up and around Ulthane like he's a playground. And Ulthane enjoys throwing her up into the air a little when he knows the sky is clear of any threats.

He always makes sure the provisions bag is full. He won't see her go without. Nor Azrael or War. she's the little spark of life that does not get snuffed out because the wind commands it. She's fought on for so long without realising what it was what she was doing.

When the guilt becomes too much for the usually hardened and otherwise battle-merry Maker, those walls come crumbling down hard. But right then, a feels the gentle press of a tiny palm against his arm.

"Lil' lass. What're yer doing, what is it ye need?"

"W-wouwd you wike a hug, Uffane?"

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I just realized, Child S/O would be heavily malnourished and thin bc of the way Earth is now. There’s barely any food or water and she’s a child so she’s so small, but she’s even more thinner and smaller than any child her age. Even if she gets food, she’s such a good girl that she gives most of her food to her caretakers, like War or Watcher (Clock) or Ulthane or any of them simply bc they took care of her even though they may not require food. Poor baby! 🥺

That would be the case. Because of Earth's predicament, there would be scarce food resources, and water too. Little reader would have had to hide in tiny little crevices, which was an advantage because she's so small however, it would be very sad that she has no nutrients going into her body to make her grow.

So even if War met her at her healthiest, she would still be quite small to him (given how she's around kindergarten/slightly older), but she is so unbelievably tiny.

War would - much to the Watcher's disdain - look for any food and water for you. He's heard her stomach growling and grumbling even though she tries to hide it by being energetic and happy.

He finds what he cans and she takes his offerings after he assures her that she needs it far more than he.

By the time that Ulthane comes into the picture, this Maker is both relieved that a human survived but he also feels that deepened pain of guilt. Seeing how... frail she is and the human race is regarded as being weak by all the other races. But she is far more frail than even that insult.

So while War goes and deals with the next Chosen, Ulthane takes her with him to get her fed, mended and gives her a new assortment of clothes, the ones she's wearing are grimy and tattered and he won't have her in those boots that are falling apart of the soles.

When War and Clock get back they're treated to a sight of little reader looking up at Ulthane with those big eyes framed by adorable, thick lashes as she takes large chunk of soft, freshly made bread almost the size of her entire head, so large that her cheeks are stuffed and she looks like a chipmunk.

Ulthane grins and tells her many colourful stories about his home world. How there are open valleys of forests and grasslands with a rainbow of colour to it. And when the rain comes down on the realm, it carries that dewy scent alongside the sweep of pine.

After promptly finishing that chunk of bread she takes a big gulp of water, sighing and smacking her lips at the refreshment. "All full now, lil lass?"

"Yup yup."

"Ah, Horseman. Yer back. Was just giving the wee one something to fill her belly. She's far too weak to be traversing these lands without the energy she needs."

"Resources are scarce, Old One. I did all I could for her."

"And that's why I'm giving you some supplies to take with ya. There no point trying to find anything out there."

War is given provisions to take with him when the child is to travel with. He also notices that you have a new garb of clothes. Likely more sturdy if the make of the Old One. They had ways of crafting clothing and armour that can survive even the harshest conditions.

Out there, in the destroyed world of Earth and when War makes camp for the night, little reader is always quick to dig through the provisions bag and hand some food to him along with the waterskin. But the red rider always shakes his head, lips pulled into something between a kind smile and gentle frown.

"No, little one. These are your provisions."

"But... uh, but you... need fwood."

"I swear to you, I'm alright. You eat the food. I don't want you going without anymore."

His large hands encapsulate and seal the wrapped up bread and waterskin in her hands, sealing the fact that he will not take from her what has been stolen enough. And once this is all over, he will guide her someplace safe. Somewhere where the valleys are open and grassy, filled with an abundance of flowers and where the rain smells fresh.

This is his new pact.