And now onto the tales of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
Lucifer sat, legs crossed, fingers steeped together, and wondering what to do. He couldn’t touch the world directly. That would be breaking the rules and no fun at all. Usually he was all for breaking the rules, but the punishment for breaking these rules was much more severe then a slap on the wrist. The Riders have been released, and the End Times were coming. Soon he would lay claim to Earth and walk it, harvesting souls and one step closer to assaulting the Heavens where he would rightfully rule.
And all was going as he wanted it to. Hell Gates were opening up on Earth and spawn were toeing their way out, most unsure how to react to the world they have only heard about. Pestilence, War, and Famine were doing what they did best, and ripening humans for harvest which Death collected. But she was the only flaw in that plan. She had a sense of morals, a thing he tried to remove tirelessly. She sent a majority of the Souls towards Heaven, a few she kept for herself, and fewer still back towards Hell to be used. And there was very little he could do about it. She was the perfect weapon with impenetrable armor. Those she wanted dead she would claim and she could just as easily refuse to take her own life, even with her stone destroyed. With that and the fact that Fate controlled her and not him made her for a very potent but awkward tool to use.
Hopefully that could change with Bah’ram being on that plane. Perhaps he could reign her back into line. But what was more likely would be that he would have to go there himself and remind her who controlled who. Fate, bah, he practically had that hold hag under his thumb as it was. He had been planning this for eons, and he’d be damned a second time if it wasn’t going to work.
“If that angel knew, my plan would be ruined fool.” Sure, Death could be kind at times, but was rather easily frustrated with the other horsemen, even more so when Pestilence pooed his runny nose into her business. Turning from Famine to the horsemen of Disease, Death had an eerie irritation about her as she spoke to him, “You’ve given me plenty to do Pestilence, but you know my laws. I cannot claim the ill until their fate has been sealed. Now listen to me.”
Replacing the tainted souls back into her collection, Death sealed the bag and gave an icy look to her brothers. She knew very well that War was already having the time of his millennia somewhere else, she could feel the anger even from where she stood, and soon she’d have to be at the place of battle to claim the wounded, but for now…something more serious was at hand. “Lucifer is running about, and he will be trying his best to sway you away from Fate. He has claimed a fallen angel, another traitor, to do his bidding and they both will do whatever it takes to convince to go against the command of fate, and you must not let them. The angel Michael will be trying to do the same, trying to sway you towards the light but against fate as well. Protect yourselves and do not let their influence capture you. Being amoung the humans is going to be difficult enough, so try to control yourselves.”
It was all the warning that Death could give to her brothers. Even she could possibly be swayed so they would all have to be on lookout…it would take all of their strength to stay on their own paths, and even Death would have trouble if Lucifer found a way to hinder their powers
Turning off the engine, the dilapidated car clunked and hissed like it was having a fit. One last blast of black smoke from the back and it finally shuddered to its own little death. The noise and smell it made being very hard to ignore. Pestilence fiddled with the interior handle which then broke off in his hand. He stared at it for a moment, before tossing it over his seat into the back to only land on a rotting pile. Well, if the door wasn’t going to open, he’d have to crawl out the window, which was not only comical, it caused Pestilence to cough and splutter from the exertion he was having to put in. Grimy hands smearing the roof of the car as he pulled himself free, only to land rather awkwardly on the ground. Kind of like…he fell, but then managed to pick himself up again as though nothing happened. Slicking back his hair, as though to try and improve his grotty appearance – which was like that of an old hobo, he ambled up to the pathway, where Death was having a rather serious looking conversation.
“My…timing…sucks..” He then paused, cause he was about to be really foul mouthed. He had just missed Michael, and wrinkled up his nose. Blood shot eyes peering…skywards before then noticing his brother Famine near his sister, Death. Pest knew full well that Fame (as he liked to call him), didn’t find the Pest an enjoyable conversationalist. “Missed the Big M, huh? Damn, was going to ask for an autograph.” Pestilence wiped a grimy hand under his nose, before then nudging Death for confirmation. “Guess the trip to Hospital brought out the big guns.” He was still rather chuffed about that. He then waited for someone to say something. Pestilence then sneezed loudly, spraying the ground with a foul green goo.
Death was giving her usual icy cold stare. Putting away some has been souls, though Pest didn’t give a shit. She then assumed a more business like stance, declaring that Lucifer was running about and doing his best to lead the brothers astray. Either to the light with Michael, or to the merry pits of Hell with Lucifer. Choices choices. Pest was too busy having fun in making the humans sick to be bothered in getting social with the winged or horned freaks. Pest leaned against his jalopy, which had the wheel guard tremble before falling off onto the roadside with a clatter. The sickly horseman casually glanced down at the mess he was making with the rusting pieces of metal that were finally dropping off the wreck.
Blinking away gunk that rested on the inside edge of his eyes, he then smirked with yellow stained teeth at Famine and had a rather mischievous idea. “Why don’t we continue this…meeting over some bur…bur…burgers? I am sure that Famine must be…starving.”
Famine’s face contorted the instant he heard Pestilence voice. He was by far his least favorite to be around…War may be violent and destructive, but Pestilence? He was, for a lack of any better words, absolutely revolting. Before even thinking of speaking again he pulled his long cloak up and around his shoulders like a large scarf to cover his mouth and nose. Exposing more of his skeletal frame to the world.
His expression only soured at the the jokes. “ha. ha….you are absolutely hilarious brother. I could almost die of laughter.” There wasn’t a single hint of amusement in his voice. He could only focus on every nasty feature of the sickly being, if he had a stomach it would surely make it churl right now. Ugh….if only fate would allow Death to kill him now rather than suffer around this any longer”I suggest you stick to your day job of gleefuly causing misery to the humans.”
Rolling his eyes he turned his attention back to Death. His gaunt face lightening slightly once more. “You do not have to worry dear sibling. I have much curiosity and what you could almost call adoration towards the humans…I may have been the cause of two lives slipping away recently, but I was only responding to their generosity of a warm place to stay and meal. I cannot help what I do.”