The Four (On hold)

Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
Only even the most powerful Riders in Creation have problems.
Undying torment inside their heads.
Release from the pain? No, nothing can stop it.

Fury. Her name dragged through the mud and her body through thorns. Letting go made the thorns dig deeper.

Overwhelming memories, they pierce his mind with poison fangs. Death's mask cannot hide his searing pain.

Unending agony. His hood hides his face, and his strength is his only relief.

Riffles and pistols take his mind someplace else. Shooting a target helps him forget HE was once the target.