No one wanted to waste any time in doing what they had gathered the Horsemen for, which is why everyone was gathered in front of the cabin with said people in a circle with a summoning circle drawn on the ground.

"All of you stand back!" Lady War ordered, lime green eyes narrowed at the group of people standing to close for comfort, "I will not have you mortals dying on my watch, especially not if it's not a battle full of glory."

Death cleared their throat, rather aggressively, wordlessly telling War to close her mouth and be quiet, "What my dear sister is trying to say, is that you all should stay back so as to not get hurt. The summoning will release a lot of powerful and ancient magic, it may be too much for mortal people like you all to handle, and we don't want anyone to get hurt." They ended it with what everyone assumed was a glare at War, honestly Death could be glaring any of them into the afterlife and no one would know, not their fault Death had the "your calm by just standing by me for no real reason" aura around him.

Lady War just rolled her eyes with a dismissive, "what he said" accompanied by a nonchalant wave of the hand. Pestilence and Famine were giggling to themselves, Pestilence near cackling.

Death huffs but doesn't comment on it, moving to instead start the summing, their siblings doing much the same after them. The previously gray circle (with a lot of symbols drawn within) started changing, bleeding new color from where each Horseman stood. Red for War, green for Pestilence, white for Famine, and black for Death. When the four colors met in the middle a yellow spot formed, which then grew and expanded out until all, now five, colors had equal mass.

Whilst they Horsemen did this everyone else was backing up, Death might have been more than correct when they said it might be too much for a mortal to handle. Cleo was feeling the most of this, due to her undead life being created by necromancy, magic, she was naturally more sensitive to it. Not physically, but she could feel it better than normal people. So with waves of such powerful magic being cast so close to her it was all so suffocating, a lot like being buried in sand and feeling it press down against your body and trapping you in it. But it was, you know, way worse and just horrible in every way. She tried to stagger away, but she just ended up falling down. Every attempt to move was stopped by another wave of magic washing over her.

Cleo thought she'd be stuck like this until the summoning was over, but a pair of rough hands grabbed her arms and dragged her away before that could happen. They were now by the porch of the cabin, far away for her to make the magic feel just like someone pressing down not too hard, "Thanks you! I don't think I could have gotten out of that by myself." When all that answered her was the sound of someone walking away she turned around, looking to see who it was, and was surprised to see Alastor staggering away. And feeling her eye on him the blond turned around, magenta eyes half glaring at her. She blinked up at him in surprise, this wasn't who she'd imagined her savior to be, "I'm still thankful you got me out of there, bad actions or not." He looked shocked at her words, and dipped his head in thanks, before walking over to the heavily pillowed chair he'd taken up when they'd all gone outside.

A short while later Joe came jogging up to her, Stress and False on his heels. She reassured the three that she was fine, just a bit tired from the constant pressure she'd felt, but feeling fine. Joe still insisted he give her a check, which she allowed, if only to put them at ease.

"I should have realized you'd be affected by the magic," False muttered, head leaned up against Cleo's shoulder, "I should have been there."

"Then so should everyone else have too." Cloe told her, frowning at the blond, "You're as much to blame as Grian, which is to say not at all. And I will not hear any more of your self-blame, or by god I'll replace you with an armor stand." False snorted, but did as informed.

Whilst Cleo might have been negatively affected by the magical presence, EX and Xisuma were basking in it. That had everything to do with Death being there, and with the other Horsemen having magic underlying similar to their magic. So with them being related to Death it was technically the family magics surrounding them, wrapping them in its familiar embraces. In short, it was like being magically surrounded by the Void family. Which is why they had both wandered so close, much to others' protest, to get closer to the welcoming feeling.

This in turn meant they had first, technically second, row seats to see Conquest being summoned.

At first he was nothing more than a golden shadow of a person, but slowly he started to form and solidify, skin shimmering to be a more normal color, and other features solidifying to do the very same. Hair turning a dark caramel color, clothes fading into shining gold armor over a white gambeson boots of the same gold forming over black pants, but one thing that remained the same color was his eyes, which snapped open once the last of the glow had faded.

Conquest took his time looking over everyone, taking on his elder siblings and their demeanors before looking over the awestruck, and unmistakably hopeful, eyes of the mortals there, "This is not a social call, is it?"

"We wish," Death said sadly with a shake of his head, "But I'm afraid this is something far more serious."

"How so?" Conquest asked, looking up at Death with questioning eyes.

"Death's kid has been taken my lies." Lady War snarked, gently bumping her shoulder against his, a soft smile on her face, which then turned into a grin as she looked for Death's reaction.

Conquest raised an eyebrow and looked at the tallest of the five of them. "He's not my kid, War." They growled, the glow of their eyes sharpening, "Just someone I have grown close to, and that I see fit to help."

"Sure, and my blade is clean and has never even been near blood." War said with a roll of her eyes, "Don't fool yourself Dea, you care for the boy."

Death bowed their head in acknowledgement, a sigh leaving their lips, "I do, far more than I ever thought I would."

Conquest smiled down at Death, placing a hand on the other's shoulder, "Well then, it seems like I have some family that needs saving." He turned to look at the Hermits, eyes catching the blazing one of Iskall, "You guys the army?"

Iskall, seeing that he was explicitly looked at, nodded, "You could say that."

"I see we're already on a good road then." Conquest smiled, "And that's just not a confidence booster, you guys have quite the chance here. Yet you see the need to summon me, why is that?"

"It's Fallacy, they are the one who we're fighting." EX admitted, eyes hard as he thought of them, "We need-" Conquest finished the last of the Void's sentence, "You need my sword, right."

The brunette pulled out a sword out of thin air, and held it out in front of himself. It was glowing with enchanted, and the runes carved into the fuller promised even more enchantments. The sword part was made out of white gold, and the guard was designed like a wolf. EX, being the closest, reached out with a hand to touch the blade, and he could feel the magic embedded in the blade dancing along his finger tips, "I can kill, like, one snake bitch with this."

"'I'?" Iskall asked with a frown, walking towards the red clad Void, "Back up, who said you were going to be the one to kill them?"

"Yeah!" Doc agreed, also stalking up, "Someone who's a much better fighter, like myself, should be the one to do it."

Now Iskall whirled around at him, "You? Last time I checked I was the one dating him!"

"So? Clearly that hasn't done anything for the situation so far, and unlike you I think I've earned the position." Doc growled, sneering down at the Swede, "So the sword should go to me!"

Conquest stepped in here, seeing a fight breaking out, "Or, maybe, you all swing your swords like normal and when you get the shot to kill you take it. And as you do, I will make sure your normal sword will be switched out for the Conqueror. This way, the first chance we get we kill." As realization dawned on everyone's faces in the 'ohhh, that's actually a good idea!' way, he rubbed the bridge of his nose, "By the universe, did none of you think of this?" He whispered the first part to himself, but he said the rest to the gathered people.

"The mortal mind is fickle." Death hummed, a layer of laughter hidden in the words, "Don't trust it to think of the smartest way first, you might be disappointed if you do."

"Are all mortals like this?" Conquest wondered.

He let out a relieved breath when Death shook their head, "No not all of them, but it's better not to expect wonders the first time you ask something or give them something to solve. They'll figure it out eventually, yes, but the time it takes differs greatly."

Conquest shook his head, "And you have grown attached to one of these people?"

"No." Death smiled, looking over the group of Hermits and Evolutionists, them intecting, EX, Doc, and Iskall all apologizing for fighting over a future kill. The girls and Joe talking with Cleo, Xisuma walking to join them, and the others mingling and excitedly talking about all they had to tell Grian once he's back, "I have grown attached to several of these people."

"Even with their fickle life?" Conquest wondered, "You'll soon welcome them to your domain, yet you have let yourself care?"

"I have. But is it really so wrong, to care even if we know it will never be forever?" They turned to walk away and towards EX, taking slow steps so that their brother could still hear them, "Mortals die, brother, but that doesn't mean I care, or love, them any less."

<Conquest is on the scene! And he's already questioning Death about his mortal friends lol. And man, I can't believe this book is so long already, it feels just like yesterday when I uploaded the first chapter, good times. Anyways, I have nothing more to add here.

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