Cloacked in black I watched. Perched high on a pale white steed I am death.
One of the Horsemen. They know me as they run. It is not me they fear though.
He'll follows right behind me to take back what was it's to begin with. I'm just watching.
They're pathetic lives end.
Can't say I'm not enjoying this. Oh the abundance of souls I will be collecting today.
My brother War rides next to me on my right side. My other brother Strife at my left.
War charges off to enjoy what he's waited for for centuries now. Strife and I watch.
Trying to start up conversation Strife asks "I wonder where Famine is" "I don't know" I reply.
Probably doing his part of today. I snicker. Strife says "I just wish this would be over already"
Looking at him questioningly he reads my mind and responds "I grow tired of chaos brother"
A long silence grows unable to respond. After what feels like an eternity I respond "as do I "
He looks at me shocked. Hours grow longer and longer to where days grow to years. War is the only one who still enjoys chaos. Famine has grown tired aswell. We look at each other with the same thought in mind. We should help the mortals. Let us rebel for once...
That's the first part. I don't know if I should do more. Let me know what you guys think. If you want me to continue I will ^~^
~Daidrik
