Then I saw when the Lamb broke one of the seven seals, and I heard one of the four living creatures saying as with a voice of thunder, “Come.” I looked, and behold, a white horse, and he who sat on it had a bow; and a crown was given to him, and he went out conquering and to conquer.
Pestilence: Obviously has power over disease. Whomever this horseman touches will immediately become ill or it will take effect over time. Anyone can become ill by this horseman, even demons and angels including Lucifer.
When He broke the second seal, I heard the second living creature saying, “Come.” And another, a red horse, went out; and to him who sat on it, it was granted to take peace from the earth, and that men would slay one another; and a great sword was given to him.
War: This horseman’s strength is almost unbeatable. This horseman can cause a battle between even the best of friends. If decided to, War can turn any emotions to anger and is the second hardest horseman to battle.
When He broke the third seal, I heard the third living creature saying, “Come.” I looked, and behold, a black horse; and he who sat on it had a pair of scales in his hand. And I heard something like a voice in the center of the four living creatures saying, “A quart of wheat for a denarius, and three quarts of barley for a denarius; but do not damage the oil and the wine.”
Famine: Will cause starvation and drought. In any area where Famine is present, no crops will grow and any lake or pond will dry up within a time. You will notice the people in the area have suddenly become thinner and weaker, and this horseman has the power to consume any living creature, sucking them dry until they are weak with Famine.
When the Lamb broke the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature saying, “Come.” I looked, and behold, an ashen horse; and he who sat on it had the name Death; and Hades was following with him. Authority was given to them over a fourth of the earth, to kill with sword and with famine and with pestilence and by the wild beasts of the earth.
Death: The final horseman, Death is the deadly combination of all the horseman and holds the fate of everything living in its hands. This is the one horseman that you cannot escape, for Death is everywhere and will always catch you. The single touch of Death is enough to stop the heart, and if Death were to touch an angel or demon then they would not die necessarily, but they will be wounded. This is the strongest horseman, and will ultimately decide if the end is fated to come or not.
As predicted, the Apocalypse is upon us at last. A traitor has broken the seven seals and the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse have been released and now walk this Earth among us. Only the forces of the pure and mighty are able to fight this new threat. God has sent his angels to protect his children from the wicked intentions of his once beloved son Lucifer, to keep him from causing the deaths and extinctions of the humans race.
Which side shall you be on? Will you protect God’s creatures, and fight the demons who dare interfere with life and change Fate, or will you be on the side of Lucifer, and fight for the death of every human being who walks this Earth. The fight has begun…
“Hush my child…it’ll be over soon…”
The calm voice swept over the dying woman, wrapping her in a blanket of icy air as she lay there, dying in the street. Her blood was soaking the ground, her side nearly ripped open and glass shards inside the wound and on the ground beside her. She had been in an awful car wreck, thrown from her vehicle through the windshield and now she lay in a puddle of her own blood, grasping for life and gasping for every breath she could possibly take. But the icy voice that had sounded…was that just her imagination, or a hallucination? It had not been, it hadn’t been either.
Soon a petite figure hovered over the dying woman, a pale icy hand reached out and smoothed a stray hair from the woman’s face, and she understood now that she lay there, staring into the face of Death. The woman who stood above her with that calming voice and soft touch had such a gentle expression on her pale face. Her eyes glowed a beautiful bright silver, her pure white hair whipped around her as the icy wind continued to blow, not that the woman felt it. This woman…she looked so calm and peaceful, when would she feel that way again. The hand that pushed the hair out of her face now hovered just above her cheek, and Death spoke again.
“You will be at peace now Sarah, just close your eyes and let me embrace you.”
The woman did as she was told, and a peaceful smile graced her blue lips as she finally closed her eyes, and the moment she did, Death placed her icy hand to her cheek, and Sarah Humphrey’s suffering had ended. The corpse now lay there, a frozen calm smile on its face, and Death reached out and caressed her features once more before standing and walking away from the body. Sarah had been fated to die that day, as had many others. Morana, as she would be called in this human state, would be visiting many more that night as their fates caught up to them. Many would fight it, much like Sarah had, but no one can ever run from Death.
She left the scene, hearing sirens and ambulances rushing to the scene, but it was far too late. Sarah had been claimed already, and so would many others. She knew that the end was near…and she would reap every soul that was fated to die on that fateful day. Being the bringer of demise, Death had no choice but to end the lives of the many…but she too feared that the end would bring so much more. Fate was such a gentle and delicate timeline, and those who tried cheating their destiny would meet death sooner than they ever expected.
The pale horseman looked back, those glowing silver eyes surveying the area, before she turned, another icy wind roared through, and she vanished without a trace, moving on to reap the next poor soul doomed to be touched by her icy hand..
“What is even the point of this young one? The ones before you have failed and so shall you.” The young, sickly thin man spoke coolly as he watch the challenger before him grow weaker and weaker. The ground they stood on had already withered and dried completely. Nothing but dust in the wind was left.
“Ever since you set foot in this town it has been nothing but misery! Our crops are gone and the cattle have been dropping like flies! It must end!” The poor soul glared at him, but Famine remained completely glacial and unmoving. Which only seemed to cause more anger and frustration to rise within them.
Why were they always like this? He could not help what he was or what he did nor could he control it even if he wished to do so. “I suggest you turn away and forget this now, leave if you wish. While there is still some bit of life left in you.” He was trying so hard to be reasonable, but to no avail. The challenger lunged forward, pure determination in their eyes. Until their blade passed straight through his cloak and the void rib cage below. All that remained then was utter horror as they realized what he was and as they watched their body quickly begin to shrivel up to the appearance of a mummified corpse. They looked to him as if he would know how to reverse this, but nothing.
“P…please…just leave us…I…I will give you anything at all if you want, but please just leave.” They croaked out as their body shriveled up further. Regret and fear filling their eyes.
Famine stared down at them expressionless. “Alright.” Without another word he turned on his heel and walked away. If only they had headed his warnings they would not have to suffer in this sorry state. Drained of energy and dying, they could have escaped and at least found another place to live until they met another fate. The were such a foolish kind.
Ipios flew in the city outskirts, somewhere he knew he would be out of sight of humans. He always enjoyed flying, few angels knew the gift it was to be able to fly and appreciate it thinking it as a right and taking it for granted. He remembered how he once tried to pass on that philosophy while teaching them to fly and wondered if they truly grasped that lesson, he sighed he would never find out from either of them now,, or see them for that matter.
He groaned the flight was meant to calm him, trying to get his mind out of what he had done but it was failing. Maybe it was what he deserved, he was expecting too much to think that he deserved any peace. He sighed as he flew back into town, finding a quite corner to change into his human form without being seen. Once done he walked the streets of the city aimlessly. Once a proud soldier of Heaven’s army, now a vagrant among humans who didn’t care about him and unaware of what was to come. He still had to protect them though, soldier or no, if not for what he believed in to spite the powers that be in hell and thin the horde. The deserved it of what they made him do.
In the midst of a hospital emergency ward, few people ever really stood out. All that were waiting to be seen had some affliction, or a wound that needed treating. Some of the people waiting to be seen had been there for hours. Staffing cuts and changes in budget allowances meant that this once proud establishment, to heal the sick – was running on a shoe string and barely able to hold it altogether. The solitary nurse that was behind a laminated screen looked at though she had been working a double shift. There were noticeable bags under her eyes. She could keep drinking coffee in order to stay awake, but it would do her little good. The steady drone of the waiting room television and the cry of a sick baby in the arms of impatient mother melded together to create a sick lullaby. Some patients were actually asleep sitting up, having been there so long. Few people from this end of town had the money for private health cover, and so they had to resort to being treated like dying cattle awaiting to be herded onto a ship. The walls of the waiting room were a sad grey color – in some parts flaking off. A door to one of the consultation room finally opened, and a tired looking doctor with disheveled hair, sung out the next number in turn.
The woman who had been holding the crying infant lifted her head and you could see the wave of relief on her face as she struggled to get up. Holding her baby with one arm, and trying to pick up her nappy bag with the other. All the other patients were either happy to see the back of the crying bub, or disappointed that it was not their turn. As she shuffled past the row of the sick, the doors to the emergency waiting room opened, and a shabbily dressed man ambled in. On his finger was a strange looking ring that bore an emerald colored stone. The jewel stood out, because it almost shone in the dull UV light of the waiting room. The man came to a stop, and looked over the hundred or so patients that were all waiting for their turn to see the Doctor. To some this scene might be terribly depressing. From the color of the room, to the sad re run on the antiquated television set on the wall. The stack of magazines on a side table looked like they were from the seventies. At some point in the Hospital’s history, this would have been a state of the art facility. Now, it was like the waiting room to Hell itself.
Pestilence couldn’t be happier.
Making his way over to the nurse’s station, he leaned on the counter with a droplet of saliva hanging from his bottom lip. The nurse looked up at him as though to look through him. She slapped down a clipboard, that had a pen attached. “Fill this out…and then bring it back. Waiting time is about two hours minimum.” She wasn’t about to offer excuses, or apologies for the long wait. Anyone with a brain could see why. Understaffed and underfunded. “Welcome to America” Pestilence’s head drooped as he reached for the clipboard, but not before two droplets of his saliva dripped onto the counter. Walking away to take a seat with the other sickly beings, he didn’t bother to look back to see if the nurse had cleaned the bench. He already knew by the look of her, she was beyond caring about hygiene. All she wanted was to go home to her one bedroom apartment and sleep.
Sitting down next to a young man that was nursing what looked to be a dislocated elbow, Pestilence took up the pen, and then licked the end of it – kind of like you would a pencil. Some people had such strange habits. The young man happened to look at Pestilence before uttering. “You’ll die here of boredom before anyone is going to look at you, Man” He had already been there for well over three hours. Instead of acting annoyed by this man’s statement, he actually smiled. “Oh, I don’t think so…in fact I am going to enjoy my time here.” Pestilence dropped the pen on the floor, only for another lady to pick it up and hand it to him. “You dropped this, Sir.”
Coughing, without covering his mouth: Pestilence took back the saliva covered pen and then twirled it between his fingers, sending a small spray of droplets through the air. It was all so easy. The old air conditioning system, along with the antiquated fans pushing around the air would soon spread his vile bacteria unseen to the many that were waiting to get medical help. You could say that Pestilence was doing them all a service, both staff and patients alike…….for soon there would be no more waiting. Death would become them all.
Smoke rose high in the air above what was left of a two-story farmhouse. A small distance away, one could see several out-buildings and barns burning as well. A lone rooster could be heard crowing somewhere not far away. Horses, cattle, sheep and chickens were scattered around the fields, laying down like they were sleeping. Of course, everyone knows that horses don’t sleep laying down and there was something off about the position the sheep were in. If you went closer, you would see a gaping hole burned into all of the livestocks’ sides. No one alive seemed to be nearby. The only movement to be seen was the rooster and the flames that were beginning to devour the dried grass. Suddenly, a figure in white flew down towards the house and landed softly near a man who was laying on the ground.
Alora sighed heavily as she went over and knelt by the farmer. He had a hole in his side that looked the same as the animals’ and he seemed to be gasping his last few breaths. She placed her hand on his forehead and closed her eyes, trying to see if there was anything she could to do save him. However, the only thing she could do for him was to reduce his pain slightly. Realizing there was nothing more she could do, she moved on to the farmer’s wife. She was laying not far from the house with the same wound as basically everyone and everything else on the farm. Alora tried to save the woman, but she was inches from death, like her husband. Alora ground her teeth in frustration as she moved away from the woman.
The thing that made her the most angry was that she had failed to avenge these people. She had tracked the demons that had done this for a long time, but something had covered their trail. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the strong smell of smoke and death. She couldn’t believe any angel could do this, no matter how far they may have fallen. The fact that her father was now among them was unbearable. Who would kill animals just because they were there? And, she knew that there were three children in the burned and destroyed farmhouse. The only thing she could hope for was that the family would all go to Heaven together. She would have to ask Michael if he knew, the next time she saw him. She spread her wings and flew up to the clouds, needing a little time to forget what she had just seen. Those demons would pay for what they did and she would make sure of that.
It was just as Pestilence had predicted, for when disease manages to spread it’s filthy way across the world, it isn’t too long before Death makes an appearance nearby. In fact, the entire waiting room which had to have already been chilly in the first place became so cold so suddenly. If anyone in that room could be bothered, all they would have to do is blow out a strong breath and no doubt it would’ve formed a small cloud thanks to the new chill in the air. Not long after the chill took place, the door opened and a figure made it’s way casually towards the desk, hair whipping around her body slowly and her stride never faltered even once as she seemed to glide to the nurse’s station. Though no one looked up at the strange newcomer, perhaps because no one could see her, except of course her brother if he so wished.
Death had come on official business, and there was no reason to allow the humans to see their fate right at that moment, some of the anyway.It was rare that the horsemen ever allowed herself to be seen by the humans, except in certain instances much like with the young woman who had passed earlier that night. It was to put them at ease, it always seemed to calm them much more, perhaps gave them more of a sense of acceptance with their death with they looked into the face of their fate.
Her visit to the hospital however, would seem as though it’d take much longer that originally planned. You see, originally Death had only a few souls to reap that night from this dingy hole of a hospital, but now that Pestilence had been spreading his diseases around the place, it wouldn’t be too long before she would be back and claiming more lives at the expense. In fact, Death paused in her stride, and those bright silver eyes lowered to her brother and spoke quietly, the area around her growing much colder as she spoke to the other horsemen.
“Continue spreading such as this Pestilence, and their demise will come too soon.”
A man passed him by, giving the boy an odd look. In the passing he mumbled about ‘damn disrespecting youths’. The boy looked back, not particularly afraid, more out of curiosity. In the end the man walked on, to the end of the street where a few people seemed to wait for him. Quietly Ina closed his eyes and put his hands in his pocket, then started half singing half talking to the tune of the old folk song Scarborough fair.
Are you going to scarborough fair?
The men talked for a bit, thinking he couldn’t hear them. “Do you think he has some of those fancy electronics on him?” of course he had, he had never been one to stray away from human innovation, as the devil he had to be open to new ways of torture of course. “I think so, those clothes look expensive too.” That was a half truth, they were no where near true expensive, but they weren’t on the cheap side either. He had to watch his appearance after all. “He’ll be an easy target boys, just go for it.”
Parsley, sage rosemary and thyme
The song had little to do with his situation, and he could’ve chosen any. That was how little he cared about those men, he wouldn’t even try to find a fitting song. Footsteps moving his way, of course they didn’t think he’d notice. But that was why he was here wasn’t it? And they took it, hook line and sinker.
Remember me to one who lives there
He continued his song, and now the thugs heard too. Why is he singing? Is he insane? Doesn’t matter, we just beat and rob him anyway. They would’ve… like they did to all those before, Paul, Jasmine, Hashim, Gerrit… and many more names had passed him by. Why he picked this one up, he didn’t really know, it just interested him. Hell got boring so quick, but the glance on the face of people who stared into the eyes of the devil and showed that kind of guilty fear only the sinners knew… now that got him worked up. They were worked up too though, three men, and soon they’d be dead. He wouldn’t mind seeing Death again though, she had this way of handling things that he could appreciate.
She once was a true love of mine
“What are you singing boy, how about you give me some money instead?” Two men grabbed his arms and forced him on his knees. The third one took out a gun and held it to his head. It was a real one too, with several people on it’s name. The iron against his forehead felt cold and nearly sad that he had been used for such atrocities.
“Don’t worry now… it’ll be fine.”
“You talking to yourself now boy? You really nuts aren’t ya? Going to ask it friendly one more time. Give us your money.” The man seemed finicky, like he didn’t want to kill another. The man had never wanted to kill, it was just situational, but that plea was reduced by the fact that all those situations had been created by him himself. All those murders were on his name, and his buddies there.
“Are you scared Mr. Porter? I am not going to give you money, but I will give you a little thing to think about… little Tracy never was a true love of yours.” A grin crept up on his face, showing his now pointy canines, and the last thing the man would ever see in life were those blood red eyes telling him the only truth he ever cared about. All his life was pointless, in fact, the world would’ve been better off without him there in the first place.Ina stared at the men, laying bloody on the wet ground. He had returned to his normal form, he didn’t like being in the other one too often. As much as he liked the face of sinners seeing his true intentions in their last moments, all the innocent and good people getting afraid of him only made him uncomfortable, as odd as that sounded. They were out of his league, out of reach, they belonged to an entirely different realm altogether, where there was light and warmth and kindness of heart. If his ‘work’ helped that realm exist then he would gladly bear it, that didn’t make him good or bad or anything inbetween, simply a necessary evil.
And tell her to make me a cambric shirt…
Now what punishments would he bestow those three?
Pestilence’s eyes were rimmed with a redness that spread to his nose. Like the skin was aflame beneath the surface. You’d easily think that he was suffering from a flu virus, or perhaps a very nasty cold, when in fact this was his happy face. Unlike others, his way of causing such destruction was by the most subtle and unseen gestures. Humans really were the easiest marks. And what better place to spread disease, than to do it in a hospital. This is where many had such low immunity that they were in fact sitting ducks all lined up in a row. The Horseman of Disease fitted into this setting with relative ease. And just as he had predicted….Death did arrive, though it was earlier than she had anticipated. Oh yes, he saw her when no one else could. That was the beauty of her nature. Only exposing herself at just the right moment. For now, it would appear that Pestilence was speaking to himself. Hallucinating from his illness.
“Continue spreading such as this Pestilence, and their demise will come too soon.” Was Death upset that Pestilence had just given her a larger work load? Taking out his dirty linen kerchief, he sneezed into it so loudly that it startled the man he was sitting next too. “Bless you.” Ugh, the Horseman shot the man a look of disgust. What was with people saying “bless you”…? Oh yes, those that remembered the Great plague. Now that…was a work of art. The Black Death. A third of Europe’s population was wiped out and Death was kept busy for the seven years between 1346 and 1353. Pestilence was capable of great acts of destruction against the living. He had truly been in his element back then..
Instead of being thankful, Pestilence pocketed his kerchief and then used placed his hand on the man’s shoulder to help himself rise to standing – only spreading more of his germs. Think of it as a parting gift. Turning away from the cursed waiting room, he went back to the nurse’s station, where the night shift nurse was looking a little…green. Pestilence tossed back the clip board with the slime covered pen.
“I never was one for waiting around.” The board clattered onto the counter, whilst the nurse picked up the pen and shook her head at the Horseman.
Now he was ready to face Death with a smirk. “Oh Sister…I saved time. Why, the morgue is just down stairs.” Meaning that those that died in the hospital were probably going to end up here anyways. Slowly he ambled out of the waiting room, not caring to see his effectiveness. It was more the fact that he knew that all that had been in that small room with him, were on borrowed time.
“Feel free to try and keep tabs on me, Sis.” Was that a challenge?
“Hrmm…” Famine looked at the devastation all around as his horse trotted forward. Beasts of burden all around with holes burned into their sides. It was nothing but death and choking smoke from a farmhouse engulfed in flames. Truly a tragic sight, but nothing that could be helped. It was not like they could control the demons. “Well this is no fun…it appears as though some demons have gotten to this area already.” He spoke calmly to his steed. Patting it as he hopped down to get a better look.
Closer to the farmhouse a man and woman lie dying slowly and painfully. The must have been the owners of this place. What a pity, the weak creatures stood no chance at all. He grimaced as one reached out to him and swiftly moved his foot out of the way. They groaned and looked up at him in despair, as if he could do something. “I would not do that if I were you unless you wish to suffer more before you die…just lie there and enjoy whatever moments you have left..Death will be here soon enough.” He narrowed his eyes as they reached out for him again.
“Fools..” He scoffed. Taking a spear from the back of his steed and using it to drag the sorry human over to his wife. A more peaceful look appeared on their faces. “Do not look at me like that. This is not an act of mercy. It is only a small payment for whatever life you have left on this farm. I intend to take what’s left, until it becomes as desolate as the great deserts.” He flipped his cloak up as he turned sharply towards the barn.
Alora flew in circles over the farm for a while, watching the smoke billow up into the air. She didn’t know why she was staying here, in this depressing place. After all, there was nothing else she could do for the farmer or his wife. Maybe part of her hoped someone would come along that could save them. Then again, the other part of her imagined that her presence was soothing to the couple in their last moments. Neither of these fantasies were likely to be true, but it made her feel a tiny bit better.
Suddenly her thoughts were disrupted by the presence of something rather dark and disturbing. She made a quick dive towards the ground as she saw a figure moving the farmer’s body. She landed quickly, lacking her usually elegance as she hurried over to where the figure was.
“What do you think you are doing? Stop touching them, you foul beast!”
She cried, moving between the figure and the bodies with her wings flared. She didn’t know who the young man was or why he felt so different from a normal human, but she didn’t want anyone near the dying couple. She glanced back at the humans, wondering what he had done to them. To her surprise, they both looked more peaceful as they held each other’s hands. She turned back to the young man, trying to hide her surprise and slight embarrassment. She slowly tucked her wings against her back again, attempting a more calm appearance.
“Who are you?”
War walked down a street, a rather unsavory street at that. There were several humans dressed in what War understood was gang attire. All of the people seemed to be clad in the same color, which, as War had been told, meant that they all affiliated with one another. That meant they weren’t keen on fighting, which meant War was unhappy. War let his presence seep into the minds of the thugs on their porches. The gangsters began getting up, drawing their weapons, shouting at each other.
A smile tugged at War’s lips as a shot rang out. The two sides of the street erupted into gang warfare, bathing the street in the blood of the disgusting humans that lived there. War went on his merry way, enjoying the chaos he had caused. He was sure his sister would enjoy his handiwork. Still, something felt slightly wrong. War felt like he wasn’t quite doing his job. He wasn’t fighting, he wasn’t in the thick of the fighting. War wasn’t waging his namesake, he was merely causing skirmishes between small time factions.
War needed to cause something major, or he needed to get the war between Angels and Demons into full swing. Either worked for the Second Horseman. Until he could enact his plan, War walked down a now lonely road.
Lilith was in a dank little motel room in the middle of a gang ridden town with two humans, boyfriend and his beat up girlfriend. She had heard fighting in it as she walked past it from her last meal and decided to see what the matter was. Breaking the pathetic excuse for a door down she walked in only to see a shocked young man holding a bloodied motel lamp with a younger female on the ground crying, the blood coming from her head wound matching the dark dirty red carpeting.
“How dare you?!” Lilith exploded immediately her eyes turning black in the blink of an eye. She didn’t even for another of the ridiculous excuse for a man’s heart to beat once more before she was on top of him. He dropped the lamp as she attacked him her nails pierce the soft flesh of his abdomen like a hot knife through butter.
“You men are so stupid, thinking you are just god’s gift to women?!” She demanded but the poor man was too busy screaming in utter pain as she was gutting him, to even notice her speaking. How rude.
“Well guess what?” She smiled evilly showing him his insides.
“Now you’re the Devil’s gift for me!” She laughed manically as she emptied his abdominal cavity onto the cheap cockroach invested bed. Laughing with dark satisfaction she licked her hands clean and turned around. To her disappointment the woman was gone.
“What, no thank you?” She muttered walking out of the room and looking for where she went when she suddenly heard guns shots, and lots of them. Yelling, screaming and crashes began coming from everywhere.
“Hey!” She yelled suddenly as an explosion suddenly blew through the hall way she was in. “Holy Hell!” She bark ducking away and wondering what on earth was going on. Did the apocalypse come early? She half joked to herself as she left the motel still covered in blood. Usually only this much chaos was scene during a war, even with all the gang members around this was ridiculous, then suddenly it hit her.
“WAR!! Where are you?!?” She yelled out irritated at how much chaos was happening she couldn’t tell who deserved what, and this had the twerp of a horseman’s name almost literally written on it.