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Death was causally floating through different rooms in what appeared to be the Basement. He had never been down here before, as the monsters and bosses were supposed to be weak the lower you went. Famine and that.. Headless Horseman guy were supposedly down here, despite Famine being in the Mega Satan fight that those kids triggered every once-in-a-while. Death focused on a few things, drawings on the wall which were done presumably by a child, the bare brown floors, the many rocks surrounding surface areas. It was a lot of new information to take in from someone who had primarily been from the Womb. Hey, he had even seen some kid with a shovel go straight to the Womb once, those children were somewhat.. strange.

Death landed in a room that looked like a run-down shop. Didn't one of his.. other family members say he ran a shop? Clearly they didn't take good care of it, as there was dust collecting on a stopwatch that was priced at 15 cents. Death swiped his skeletal finger over the surface, a clear line of shine coming to the light when Death moved his finger away. Suddenly, a loud noise of something opening the door caught Death's attention.

Feet stomped on the floor, "YOU BETTER NOT BE STEALING ANYTHING, YOU EYEPATCH KID-"

All it took for the shopkeeper to stop screeching was for Death to turn around.

The shopkeeper scratched his neck, "Oh- Death.. my relative. How's your day going?-" The ending had a voice crack to tone the mood.

Ah yes, relatives they were. For some odd reason, the sins were related to the Harbingers, it was an odd combination and made it out to be the most awkward family "reunion" moments when two from the different groups bumped into eachother. Death simply shook his head out of impulse.

"The day has been terrible and I wish death upon anyone who asks that question again," Death eyed the shopkeeper, Greed, that's who it was.

Greed's smile faded, "I'm sorry about that- would you like an item for.. half the price? Relatives get it half the price, you know. You-" Death cut out whatever else Greed was talking about.

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Death had cut off all the things happening around him, only thinking his inner thoughts. His inner hatred.

Nervousness.

Nervousness is what Greed felt, and Death hated it. The voice cracks, the sweaty palms. He knew that humans experienced nervousness naturally, but Death couldn't wrap his mind around it. Why ARE they getting nervous? Was it because the other person was imposing? Threatening? Death honestly hated thinking about the topic.

".. Death? Death?" Greed snapped his fingers, snapping Death back into reality.

"What," Death didn't mean for it to come out so blunt, he was never one to show emotions.

"Do you want the stopwatch? It's always good to support a family business..!-" Greed tried to smile, but Death had had enough of the tomfoolery.

"No, and I have to go back. That child is pattering through the floor, I know it." Death floated out, but lingered when Greed said his goodbyes.

"H-hey! Come and visit another time! It gets lonely down here without those kids buying things!" Greed waved at Death as Death left.

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Maybe Death would take the offer. Afterall, what was wrong with being in the basement with a lonely relative?

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re·demp·tion

/rəˈdem(p)SH(ə)n/

noun

1.

the action of saving or being saved from sin, error, or evil.

2.

the action of regaining or gaining possession of something in exchange for payment, or clearing a debt.

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Jacob wandered the basement, holding the charge onto the Anima Sola. He needed to find that one specific item first. He didn't want to keep dying to.. whatever his brother had become. The "thing" touching him always made Jacob's soul leave his body, leaving his husk behind. Jacob hated it, he wanted to scream, he wanted to cry even harder whenever that burning sensation came upon him. He didn't want to lose potential runs due to the mocking thing just running into him. Jacob needed to redeem himself. He needed his.. demon brother to understand that Jacob knew that stealing Esau's birthright was the worst thing he had done. Jacob needed redemption.

Dust swirling in the air as Jacob walked through the halls with gruesome looking enemies surrounding him at each corner. He at last found what he needed, a shop.

He could find Esau's birthright here and summon him. He could be on, at least, thin ice terms with his brother once the birthright was returned to it's proper owner.

Jacob warily walked into the shop. For some reason, other kids had said that sometimes the shopkeeper tries to hurt you for no particular reason. Luckily, this wasn't the case for Jacob, thankfully. When Jacob stepped fully inside, he was greeted with a musty smell, along with items that ranged from five cents, to seven cents, and even fifteen cents. Jacob was greatful that he had saved that R Key he had on his last run, it would give him a chance to get Esau's birthright back. Once and for all.

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Jacob couldn't take it. He was down to 16 coins, none of the items had been birthright. While Jacob did earn Chaos, a D6, and even Revolution of all things, he just wanted the birthright. If the reroll machine took more than one coin, Jacob was screwed.

Jacob slowly inserted the coin in, and waited for the items to reroll. His heart was beating fast for no particular reason, maybe from anxiety? Adrenaline? Maybe the possible excitement that he may, of all things, regain a small piece of Esau's trust back?

Jacob stared, and the items rerolled. Good.

His eyes scanned, and Jacob finally found what he had been wasting all his money on.

Esau's Birthright, in all it's glory.

Jacob wanted to screech, scream even, from the different emotions bubbling within himself. He felt happy, but jealous. Sad, but mad. It was like an a hurricane of emotions had taken control of Jacob. Yet, Jacob knew to let go of the Anima Sola.

The ground cracked open, revealing the deepest pits of Hell. What came out was a shadow figure, with red eyes and hair. It screamed, similar to high-pitched white noise. The figure spotted Jacob, and immediately lunged at him.

Jacob shrieked, he needed the birthright out NOW.

After some fumbling and dodging Esau's attacks, Jacob had successfully gotten the full birthright of Esau out.

"H-Hey! Esau! I know you want your birthright back!" Jacob couldn't help but admit, he was extremely nervous about this.

"Esau" screeched with more fury, lunging and almost getting Jacob's side shoulder.

Jacob winced, the close fire hurting his arm, "Esau, please! I know I was a jerk and stole your birthright from you!"

"Esau" stopped for a moment, seemingly thinking (or at least from Jacob's point of view). At least some of the raging fires on the demonic spirit had lessened. Leaving only small embers. It floated towards Jacob, and Jacob closed his eyes, fearing that "Esau" would just lunge at him.

Nothing happened.

Jacob stared at the figure, seeing as it wasn't going to attack. It looked.. happy? Or at least, what you could call happy in this godforsaken world.

Esau grabbed the birthright with it's "tail", still smiling. It nodded towards Jacob and flew out of the shop, presumably to go to fight the boss. This left a stunned Jacob which started to nervously laugh. Did Esau just FORGIVE him that quickly? Jacob got up, and exited the shop feeling a bit lighter.

A truce was okay with Jacob.

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Hello guys, as you might've noticed, I haven't been posting your requests lately, and I'm SUPER sorry for that. School has been burning me out, but I still find some time there and there to at least add a paragraph or new section for the request.

All I wanted to say is that your story may come out late, I'm sorry for the inconvenience :').

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Lilith walked around in the basement, looking around every nook and cranny there was. Though, she did admit she felt bad that poor Gello was sneezing from the dust whenever they entered a secret room. She made note to only enter the secret room as long as Gello was informed. Though, when she got PhD, the mask proved helpful for both her and Gello. Lilith couldn't get potentially sick, and Gello was able to breath properly without so much dust getting in his lungs. They both high-fived and continued their journey.

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Downpour was next, and with it came some.. unique challenges. It was always damp, wet, anything that could describe water, plus, as the level suggested, there was a downpour somewhere. Mostly from a new boss that was called the "Rainmaker". Fitting for someone who used rain, maybe it was a metaphor for something?

Enough on that, Lilith wouldn't consider walking in rain the most.. pleasant thing. Especially when Gello complained about it, he would get cold and get sick from the constant rain. Lilith had to think about how she could get Gello feeling better so he would be more pumped up to fight bosses and not back down. Her solution? A red raincoat she had made using scraps of fabrics and cloths found around in the water.

When she brought the raincoat to Gello, it covered him completely from how big it was. Luckily, Gello didn't care, rather he ENJOYED being completely covered, as it was much warmer, dry, and most importantly: cozy. Lilith and Gello's moods improved quickly onwards as they killed more enemies quicker than they were beforehand.

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Ah, Mines..

Wondrous place to kick up a storm of deadly particles..

W o n d e r f u l.

Lilith did not want to go through the Mines at all, but Gello did want to, as he had never been there before. Who's to say to blame him? Lilith would've wanted to go to Mines too if she never saw it. But unfortunately, she has, and she does not like the place. The bosses and enemies are like ticking time bombs, literally. One enemy even throws up bigger bombs than Lilith could've imagined there were.

Gello at first seemed to enjoy the place, until it saw that the enemies were basically like mini-tanks. It started whining and said it wanted to go back up. Lilith knew the pain the little guy felt and sympathized for him, but she knew that there was no escaping the Mines. The best they could do in the Mines was survive, and thats what Lilith would.. attempt to do. Overall, it was a rocky start, but they eventually handled it.

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Lilith and Gello high-fived again and hugged as they watched Mother dry up into rock. It was an extremely rough run for them, but they had made it together with teamwork.

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Welp. This sucked.

Conquest laid in the grass of the moral realm. He had just recently been kicked out of the Harbingers for no specific reason, Death just booted him. Now, he was alone, even his CLONES didn't want the poor guy.

Conquest put his hand on his hobbyhorse, at least the horse wouldn't abandon him. Conquest found some comfort in that.

He decided to get up and stop having a pity party. They wouldn't do no good but just leave him moping. He got on his hobbyhorse and rode.. anywhere it would take him. He didn't really know the world that much.

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Conquest coughed roughly, spitting out. Where was he? The floors felt unbelievably cold, and, to make matters worse, his hobbyhorse was shaking along with him. Everything hurt, everything ached. Conquest groaned loudly as he tried to get up, but alas he fell down. Conquest winced from this, but then heard muttering. He could at least crawl, so Conquest started crawling towards the noise, stopping when he heard footsteps.

(BI)Oh GOD,(BI) the intense sunlight blinded him for a moment.

Conquest looked around, seeing unique hills made out of wood and benches scattered about. Even some rails were present. Luckily for Conquest, he could still see with his blindfold on due to something Death had done to it. He saw something.. going ON the rails.

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Wait.

Wait, that was a human.

Those.. things that the Horsemen, once including him, were supposed to bring apocalypse to.

But then.. why did the human look so.. happy while doing a dangerous thing? Were they NOT supposed to know danger from no danger? Death had said humans were smart beings, they couldn't do nothing wrong.

This human had broken that lie immediately by riding something on the rails.

Conquest had to see what that person was doing, what made it so fun?

Conquest trudged over to the person skating, almost getting ran on by the said human.

"Hey dude! Watch where your going," the person luckily had stopped the thing in time to not hit Conquest.

".. Me?" God, his own voice sounded so dirty, Conquest wanted to die.

"YES YOU! You can't be walking around in the Skateboard Rink with no mind!" The person stomped their foot.

Oh, so it has a name. Skateboard Rink. Interesting.. Conquest looked around, now everything placed here made sense from the given name. People could ride on them with.. whatever the hell a skateboard was. Probably some human invention someone made.

"Do you.. wanna ride a skateboard or something..? I ain't liking you looking around and not saying anything," the human put their skateboard on some sort of metal holder, purple and black coloring swirled on the board.

"Sure, never saw 'em before," Conquest was immediately forcibly pulled in by a close shop by the human.

"There, look and don't come back out or I'll bash you in the skull!" The human left hurriedly.

Conquest stared at all the colors, colorful boards and padding were everywhere. He trudged along and found more boards of colors, and Conquest actually enjoyed it, the colors and overall atmosphere felt welcoming. Especially when paired to how the Harbingers treated eachother. It was harsh, brutal while these humans obviously cared about eachother despite not knowing eachother. But Conquest quickly knocked himself out of thinking about the Horsemen, he was obviously still sore about being kicked out. Maybe.. those skateboards could help him out.

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Conquest groaned, none of these skateboards really stood out. I mean, some boards did, but for the wrong reasons. Most of the darker red boards reminded him of War and brought on a weird feeling, brown boards or some unique bug themed ones reminded Conquest of Famine, and finally, skeleton designs on boards reminded him of Death. It was like a punch to the gut. Well, until he found one that stood out.

The board was mainly red and cyan, with some being white. A dragon with cyan scales, a red underbelly, and black outlines and spikes trailed on the bottom of the skateboard. Not only that, the wheels were cyan too. Conquest loved it at first glance, and now he cherished it. This was the one he wanted, well.. until he noticed the price tag..

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Judas walked through the basement, Cain trailing far behind him. While Judas wanted to go to the next floor, Cain wanted to search for secret rooms. After all, Cain did have Lucky Foot, it could increase a chance in finding an over-powered secret room item! As Cain placed another bomb and backed up, Judas stared at him darkly.

"If you waste ALL of our bombs just to find a secret room, I will personally let you die to Hush," Judas glanced darkly at Cain's excited impression.

"Come on, trust me a bit! I have more luck, after all!" Cain jokingly jabbed Judas in the shoulder, staring as the bomb exploded.

What was left as the smoke cleared was a hidden room, Cain had finally found the Ultra Secret Room he had desperately clinged to.

"SEE!? I TOLD YOU!" Cain immediately ran in the hole, regardless and mindless of the potential enemies and bosses within the room.

Judas sighed, putting his arms behind his back and walking gracefully towards the room.

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Inside the room, the item pedestal showed Glitched Crown at the top, floating as if to mock Cain and Judas.

"SCORE! I keep it!" Cain walk smugly towards Glitched Crown before getting shoved back by Judas, "Hey- what gives?"

Judas thought for a moment, "I believe I should have it, it would give me more item opportunities."

Cain immediately shook his head, "Nuh-uh! You wanted to go to the next floor, I deserve it!"

Judas shoved Cain more back, "No, I do. Gloating people should never get what they desire for."

What was simple shoving and pushing soon turned into wrestling and biting each other to get Glitched Crown. There was no room for compromising between them, it was flat-out war. Well, until the both of them got tuckered out and decided to rest.

"Okay so, I get the Crown and you do not suffer the consequences of Satan," Judas glared at Cain from bruised eyes.

"It's mine, fair and square," Cain got up shakingly, and zoomed to get the Glitched Crown.

Judas pushed Cain out of the way as Cain got Glitched Crown, leaving Judas with.. Echo Chamber? What was this luck?

"Oh cool, works out for the both of us. I hope your ready for surprise Health Down pills!" Cain walked out of the room cheerfully while Judas grabbed Echo Chamber.

While yes, they had both gotten good secret room items, Judas was going to plan revenge. Not soon, but Cain would pay for not giving Judas Glitched Crown, one way or the other.

Things were about to get messy.

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Rainmaker ran into an alleyway, breathing heavily as he heard multiple police cars whosh right past his path. He looked down with disgust as he saw his blooded shirt, he needed this off. He needed it off before the cops found him. If they did find him, it wouldn't be pretty, at all. He would probably get electrocuted or hanged from the amount he had already killed within this world. But, Rainmaker accepted he would go to purgatory with full arms. Purgatory wouldn't stop him from killing people, it endorsed killing.

Once when Rainmaker thought it was clear, he exited out of the alleyway with clear caution. He had discarded his shirt in the big trash bin he hid behind, leaving him shirtless. He didn't mind, it was just a small piece of what serial killers had to do when they didn't want to be caught. Either way, he had hated that pale blue shirt, it was a.. unpleasant color towards him. He didn't know what striked him out about pale blue, but it brought on paranoia. Rainmaker didn't personally believe in recreation, but if that pale blue had anything to do with his death, he would fully believe it. Paranoia was used only when your body preserves something, or someone, as a threat towards your body, and pale blue was apparently that.

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Rainmaker's house wasn't that important, or stuck out that much. A pale gray lining and some growing bushes and such, a perfect house for a serial killer. Nobody would suspect him if he had normal looking things surrounding himself, the police usually just looked for odd behaviors.

Rainmaker enjoyed that aspect, no one could figure out that he had rituals in place, that he killed, or that him killing wasn't due to a disorder, he did it for personal sport. What were the rituals for, someone may ask? The rituals were simply how Rainmaker could see his dear purgatory spiritual lover, Scourge. Rainmaker couldn't remember how the two had met, but it was an extremely rapid connection between the both of them. Both murdered, both liked murder, and both vouched for some sort of love, whether it be toxic or not. Scourge was perfect for Rainmaker; Rainmaker was perfect for Scourge.

As much as Rainmaker wanted to communicate with dear Scourge, he was far too tired from running from the police. So instead, Rainmaker went up to his room within the pale gray house and slept deeply for hours.

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The next few weeks went as smoothly as Rainmaker could think. He ran away from the police, didn't get caught, rinse and repeat. Though, he started to get greedy with killing, sometimes going for two or three people instead of just one. It proved successful, then Rainmaker adapted into this new killing habit. It was wonderful for Rainmaker and Scourge. Hell, Scourge had given Rainmaker a few cheek pecks for killing four people one day. Each time the two talked, Rainmaker went further and further down the rabbit hole of murder. The adrenaline, the chase, the excitement. It was all too much to bear for Rainmaker's human body.

Rainmaker didn't do murder for the sport anymore.

He did it for passion and love, out of Scourge's pleas.

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The rain was heavy, downpour. Rainmaker enjoyed it, the rain had a calming feeling to him, as if to lure him somewhere else. He had just deposited a body in a river, not like anyone was going to see it; the river was privately owned afterall. Not only that, Rainmaker had been keen on removing every piece of evidence that pointed towards him. It was simply in his nature to depose of anything that had his DNA on it.

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Yet.

Yet, they still found him.

How? He was distressed as police cars swarmed him, he couldn't run, at all. It didn't make sense. He was- he was so delicate with removing the evidence! How could they have POSSIBLY found him?! Someone had to be LYING to Rainmaker; they LIED TO HIM for the money over his head! Rainmaker wanted to scream; to shout everything that was in his broken murdered mind.

Yet, he never had the chance to. Three bullets aimed at his chest were enough for him, he crumpled down and saw Purgatory. He saw his final destination, what his life had led up towards.

He enjoyed every second of the pain.

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It had took Rainmaker a while to get used to his new body, it was.. weird for him. The pain from his bullet wounds ached, but he didn't mind. He needed to find Scourge, maybe proclaim they could be together forever now. What could separate them apart?

Though, Scourge found Rainmaker first, hugging the now-ghost of what remained of his lover. It wasn't much, but Rainmaker still held Scourge's expectations up high.

As Rainmaker got escorted by Scourge, Scourge made a side comment, "Dear, you're gonna love it here, believe me."

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frazzled

/ˈfrazəld/

adjective

INFORMAL

1.

showing the effects of exhaustion or strain.

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Sloth could be deemed as frazzled, it was always laying around with nothing to do but rot away. Once the current host had fully decayed, Sloth simply went to steal another life. Humans were pitiful, really. Some decomposed so quick that it made Sloth wonder whether it WAS a human.

Currently, Sloth was hosting another human. It's name was.. Bob something, not like Sloth cared that much. All Sloth wanted was a body to fight those kids with.

Speaking of fighting..

Wrath. Wrath could also be deemed as frazzled. Exhausted and strained from life, but they somehow still fought with one another. It was a nice competition, really, and they both got something out of it; they protected each other from harm that wasn't themselves. Sloth mostly liked to fight with Wrath for one reason: spite. Everytime Sloth won, they wouldn't kill Wrath, no-no, they would simply stay on top of Wrath so they could be together.

A ending suited for a.. potential lover.

Nono, Wrath should not be regarded as such-

Yet, Sloth wanted Wrath to be regarded as such.

.. Sloth really needed to get a grip on themself.

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Wrath stumbled across the basement rooms, sometimes tripping on rocks, or blowing up enemies. The basement was like a second-home, next to Hell, where they truly belonged. They sometimes stumbled across Greed, maybe Pride if they was lucky.

This time was different.

When Wrath entered the next room, they saw Sloth.

Revenge.

Wrath had multiple options, they could go in for the kill and not think, do what Sloth does and lay on top of them. The possibilities were endless, and Wrath LOVED that.

Wrath decided the old fashion way would be best, leave Sloth to die while it bled out.

Small footsteps could be heard by Sloth, but they decided to go easier on Wrath this time.

Well, until Wrath stabbed them and kicked them off in a far corner.

Sloth coughed up blood, Wrath must have slashed an internal organ. No big deal, Sloth could always find more hosts, internal organs meant nothing to a parasite unless it wanted to spread further. Which Sloth did not want, in fact.

Sloth laid limp, letting themselves succumb to death for Wrath's pleasure, only to break that pleasure once more as Sloth came back again.

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Wrath sat on a rock, staring at the corpse of Sloth. They didn't know how time passed by in the basement, but it was at least.. maybe a hour? Maybe Sloth was trying to trick them, make them unaware of what was expected to come from a parasite that took alive hosts and mangled their bodies. Though, while Wrath was staring at the body, he was not paying full attention to the moving body.

Suddenly, Sloth was behind Wrath, sitting, simply asking one question.

"What are we?"

It didn't make Wrath startled, that question did. What exactly were they? Enemies? Rivals?

"I don't know, don't ask," Wrath responded blankly, staring at Sloth's bleeding body.

Some organs fell out of the slash wound Wrath made, but the two sins simply stared at each other. It wasn't studying, more so a game of cat and mouse. Make one succumb, so you're on top.

Sloth wobbled and got up, "Think about it. We both kill for each other."

Off that parasite went, probably to succumb to their wounds, alone. This left Wrath wondering what they were.

Maybe potential lovers could be a thing, simply fighting for their survival together was enough.