The Bone Angel backhands the Blood Angel. Blood sprays in an unholy mist. A wet sloshing sound follows, and then laughter. All four angels laugh at the violent act. Each enjoys the sound and the force of the slap.
"Do not eat the rib cages or spines," Ostentus says between grating, malevolent chuckles.
Sanguintus bows. He allows his fellow general to claim his favorite parts of the picked-cleaned skeletons. "Take what you wish, brother."
Ostentus grabs the rib cages of the shepherds and places one over each bone-built thigh. The stolen bones fuse to his legs, adding to his massive frame. He repeats the act with the four spines and animal ribs. He builds upon different areas of his skeletal body. The others watch and chant a blasphemous medley of misery.
The Angel of Brimstone chimes in. "I will head to the south. The hotter, the better." He laughs upward to the sky as if laughing in God's face at some awful, evil quip.
"I will scout the north," Pestilenius says. It sounds more like a hiss than actual words.
Once the Bone Angel finishes adding the bones to his body, he looks over to Sanguintus. He waits for him to claim the direction he will go. "I choose east," the Blood Angel proclaims.
Ostentus flaps his bone wings in approval. "Excellent choices, brothers. I will head to the Americas. New races and new lands to conquer. Seven days of carnal pleasures. My mouth is already watering."
The Angel of Rot hisses a comical retort. "You have no mouth, bone one."
All four angels roar with evil laughter.
After a few chants in the tongue of brimstone, the four angels fly off to the four corners of the earth. They will scout. They will hunt. They will torture and map out the areas they have selected. Then they will summon the two hundred million.