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A long long time ago, in a world far older than this, yet it this world is very much like ours... except for four little kids. These kids were far from normal, they were all bastard children with horrible mutations and markings.. they were shunned and thrown away. Shame on their families, they were forced to keep these four monsters as punishment for their adultery.
Everyone turned a blind eye to those starving monsters, not seeming to notice them.. until those monsters became angels, one of them became the best farmer and hunter to the point hunger was just a bad dream, another would go in the front lines of war making every battle victorious, one was a swift doctor who had healed the unhealable aliments that plagued the land, the last one became a prophet, the most connected to their "Gods"..
Though those angels were full of resentment and hate.. They didn't want to be praised like this, they would rather be hated than be worshiped like this. The Hunter suddenly became hungry for human meat and human meat alone, the doctor’s body became full of bugs and numerous tiny black holes holes, she experimented on her patients making the most rancid sickness to every crawl its into existence without letting them die, the warrior would slaughter her fellow soldiers as well as the enemy, no one could survive her rage. Finally the prophet would start using dark magic to kill whenever he felt like it, cursing anyone who dared even look at him would have their brain drip out of their noses and mouths, while they were still alive..
They cackled at the fear in those who had shunned them, those who acted like they never laid an illmeant finger on them. They were swiftly arrested and marched off to the worst dungeon they had, and as the four marched they sang! Oh how sweet it was, despite the fact that it was hiding the death of the world in plain sight.. the day of their execution, they weren’t there.. they weren’t anywhere but they could still hear that sickly sweet song that burned their ears! It drove them insane, they begged for forgiveness but it was far too late, all of the bugs that filled the doctor’s body flew in from everywhere! Clogging up their lungs, mouth then ears, the farmer sent in massive mutt-like creatures to slowly kill them, limb from limb! Their cries weren’t heard. Nobody heard their pain.
A hellish blue flame licked the world for a whole moon, not many were left. Those survivors only heard the fours song of famine, war, plague and death, they could never set up a place to set down their roots, for their crops would die to thousands of pulsing bugs, the mutts would still attack, random storms would break any shelter they had... Some people would still vomit their own organs. The four gods had finally finished with this play toy, they all cackled as the prophet ripped the world into four. They abandoned that shattered universe, they wanted to play this game again