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  • Lord Plague

    Plague is an extension of Famine, when Famine is away exploring or hunting, Plague is in his stead. Plague doesn’t exactly have a conscience, instead, he responds to commands and instructions given to him. Creating extensions of Decay’s creations is another method used frequently by him, and the other higher ranking officials.
    Lord Conquest

    Lord Conquest was the 3rd born of Decays Magnificent creations, and the twin brother of Holocaust. Conquest was created for the purpose of being a commander in his new army, like Holocaust, Conquest was in the Royal Guard, except he was able to make it to the very top of rankings rather quickly, due to his loyalty to rules, discipline and authority. Conquest is always searching for new weapons, or new ways to improve his current one. Holocaust is never far from conquest, being as they are twins, the armor they both wear is identical which displays their close ties together as a group.

    Conquest taught Decay the value of taking risks and chances, for the opportunity to have, or to create something better.
    Lord Holocaust

    the 2nd born of the great, dark lords... Holocaust is something of a different animal than the rest, before he became one of Decay's great creations he was warrior of the royal guard, he had an unnatural affliction to flame, some called him a Pyromaniac, others called him Hades himself! he was known in the royal guard for lighting his foes on fire, and watching as they burned alive. after the transition from mortal to immortal was complete, Holocaust was not like the rest, he did not possess the spectral eyes and soulless body like his wither brotherhood. his eyes glow red like embers that never die out, they mirror his constant emotion of rage and hatred, which now makes him especially dangerous.

    Holocaust was now the embodiment of flame, his very essence burns through steal and other metals alike.

    Decay shortly after, comes to realize slight fluctuation's like these are ones that will occur, quite often.
    Lord Famine

    the first of the great lords, decay had created famine for the sole purpose of creating, and caring for the great war beasts he used for destroying cities.

    Famine is an expert archer, and the grandest thief to have ever lived, and died. Famine taught Decay the art of stealth, and mockery. despite his devotion to the necrotic beasts the living referred to as "withers" famine has a bad habit of not doing his duty when he is needed most, he often ventures to far away lands hunting or searching for ancient secrets, hence his light-weight leather hood and cloak.
    the new me is in a battle with the old me... who will win?
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    Emperor Lord Pez Man
    Assuming they are still the same person with the same set of skills and with the same character, it will be a perpetual battle. Otherwise, the new you would win.
    Corvus™
    Corvus™
    the old me relies more on strength and stamina for his battles, while i look for the weak spots, and exploit them.
    these are the sacred burial grounds....
    K
    kai
    Its so sad that no one ever likes any of ur posts. I will always like them. <3 <3
    Corvus™
    Corvus™
    'tis indeed :3
    Lord Void

    decays attempts to transform void remains in constant flux, hence his name, and menacing, black, formless physique... void sucks all light from around him, keeping his armor gold and surroundings pitch black. there is more to his armor, however... voids gold armor gives him the ability to manipulate the physical world, without it... he is nothing but a black specter, a wraith if you will...

    in order to fit within better, void wears a golden gladiator facemask to hide his deadliest power, only to reveal his dreadful, black grin right before he is about to kill his enemy, it insights inescapable fear to those who meet his face and escape, leaving his victims permanently terrified.. and it traps the souls of those who where lucky enough to perish to the fiend.

    Lord Void /w Facemask

    Lord Void without Facemask
    while you were crying because someone called you fat, children are starving in Africa and still managing to live a happy life.... fuckin' spoiled lil' shit.
    i'm not the bad guy

    i'm just a bit surprising

    its not worth losing sleep, its not worth analyzing

    this world, this page, this wall... it is mine without a doubt

    a whirlwind comes 'tis time for a swarm without a doubt

    so i think its time for you and i to count

    1 little monster

    2 little monsters

    3 little monsters

    4 little monsters

    5 little monsters

    6 little monsters

    all 6 of us forms a pact

    a pact forged in blood n' steel

    we are pain and torment, we are mechanized

    so its best for you to just recognize

    we do not hate, we do not love

    we do not fear, what we do not care of.

    we are pain

    we are mercy

    we are swords

    we are shields

    we are jesters

    we are kings

    we are knights

    we are might

    encore, now the ringmaster comes for you, this is our circus it'll all be over soon!

    we are life

    we are death

    we are alive

    we are dead

    we are alpha

    we are omega

    we are lions

    we are hoops

    we are flames

    we are snowflakes

    we see

    we hear

    we know

    we tell

    were told

    we are everywhere

    we are everything

    we are steel

    we are copper

    we are alive

    we are... mechanical instinct

    we hunt

    we are hunted

    we live

    we die

    there is always a constant in our existence

    that constant is that no matter what happens... if you are our target... you won't be laughing for much longer...
    i may be wicked in my ways but the rest of my fucking family are god damn snakes... i hate them.
    we are the flies drawn to the slow rot of hatred and ignorance

    we are warriors, warriors not of love, not of light, but of the cold, dark reality of the universe

    we are the evil that comes for the arrogant

    we. are. your. watchers.
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