Alright, alright! I did it... kinda. I can't draw for shit so I instead made an attempt at a one-shot instead. Tried to write it like some kind of legend or something, it's about 619 words long.
It is unclear who came first, the Blood God or the Angel of Death. Most would argue the Angel came first, since Death was one of the very first things to manifest for the world. Nevertheless, these two entities are associated with war since they’re always seen together when a good sized battle occurs. Though, not seen exactly by most mortals. Most mortals aren’t that perceptive, much less when they’re only thinking of the present and what they want from it. Sometimes these unperceptive mortals when on brink of death may see these two figures standing out amongst the chaos of battle.
I happen to have the misfortune of experiencing the sort of near-death that opened my eyes to seeing these otherworldly beings.
Prone on the ground with a grievous wound, the strength to keep fighting the enemy out of my reach, all I could do was stay still to wait for my fate to reveal itself to me. Would I die here on the battlefield? Would I be found and brought to a healer, either during or after the battle? Who can say. It is as I lay there, I happen to look around and see him, The Bloodied Boar; the Blood God. Distantly I knew I should feel fear, but it didn’t register. Instead I squinted, pondering if the Boar was simply a man-like entity wearing a boar’s head to hide his face or was he actually a humanoid boar? What I could tell for certain is that he is massive, armored, and wearing finery I’d only ever see nobles wear. The Boar didn’t seem to notice me, busy as he is basking in the bloodshed of the battle raging around us. Cackling with mirth and enjoyment, even, his deep voice resounding through the ruckus of the battle clear as day only to me while others hadn’t noticed the sound. Perhaps only hearing it resound somewhere in their souls, for it certainly struck something in mine as I watched The Bloodied Boar. However, he of course wasn’t alone.
A shiver shot through when my eyes met with the cloaked figure behind the Blood God, The Angel of Death. Where his companion wears imposing armor, The Angel only wore flowing robes. Though hanging on one of his pointed ears hangs an emerald, opposite the ear where the Blood God wears a similarly shaped emerald. On his back are enormous and grand wings, black as night yet tipped with white diamonds. Where the Blood God’s gaze slipped over me, The Angel’s gaze paused seeing me. What I distantly know should be horrifying though is how The Angel stands over a dead military commander, hands and teeth bloodied by the flesh he’s consuming from the fallen soldier. Numerous crows flock around the Angel, some on his shoulders, some feasting on the flesh of the dead along with him, some circling above. This commander I vaguely know as one notorious for his harsh and inhumane treatment of the soldiers in his regiment. When our eyes meet, The Angel smiles at me. Not maliciously nor wickedly, but warm and kind despite the human blood which drips down his chin.
My vision waning, I grow tired and my eyes heavy. Darkness swarming vision, things around me became harder to hold onto as my awareness slips. Yet… where everything else becomes muddled and eventually quiet, two things remain clear as a bell; a fierce baritone laugh of a warrior and the sensation of comforting hands being placed to cradle my face.
For those overly familiar with the brutality and death of battle, it is rare for them to see The Bloodied Boar without hearing the following beating of wings of The Angel of Death.
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Who is this from the perspective of? Did they die there in the end? All up for interpretation. :)