It was nothing, then something. The black, but not black space around him filled with life like He was promised by no one, yet someone. He started roaming, and got giddy. Thats when he tried it out. He got into a castle and got others to fight against their will. It felt amazing, He could literally kill anyone he wanted. He loved to fiddle around with what He could do. As He was the firstborn Nephylim. With His tool, one that may change to whatever it may need, Harvester was something special. It glowed a sickly pale green aura. It towered over him, yet was stupidly light. And something about Him was different as well. He was a Horseman, but not any Horseman, He was Death...and Death rode.
YOU ARE READING
The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse
General FictionThe Horsemen. Beings you can't see or begin to imagine. They've kept the balance since the beginning of time. What happens when the time has come for fresh Horsemen. Who will they be, and how will they react. And what happens when the battle between...
