The Horsemen

He inhaled sharply as he came to life for the first time in eons. His brothers and sister awakening with him. Immediately he frowned, feeling an entire species connected to him in a way that was almost intimate, as if-

He snarled, eyes flashing in fury. As if someone had used his power to create them. He was angry, livid, enraged, and he knew what was expected of him. Lucifer was free, so he was expected to begin the apocalypse. Except...

He didn't want to. He wanted to find the bastard servant of nature, who thought she could control his power, and pummel her into the ground. He wanted to find his new children, and didn't that thought sting, children. When God had created the archangels, he'd been jealous, envious of what Death could never do, create life. Looks like he got his wish, he had given life. He could feel the tendrils connecting him to thousands of creatures across the planet, and he couldn't help the way his face split into a peaceful smile. He chuckled lowly, feeling shocked as their abilities got a boost. He frowned as he felt his first children's bodies. They were in a deep sleep, almost like death. His frown deepened as he felt the powerful curse on one of his children. He would break it, he decided, after all he loved his new children, he wasn't God, the Light.

But first, the apocalypse.