A/N: I got this concept based off of a fic by remarkables but this story is going to be pretty different from theirs, but I would recommend going and reading it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! This first chapter is just going to be an intro so yeah. I'll try to update at least once a month, but I'm a lazy piece of shit so no promises.

A man stood alone among the stars, his clothing and his eyes reflecting the cosmos around him. As he walked through space, his clothes rippled to match the infinite universe around him. He closed his star filled eyes and expanded his mind past the very concept of time and space, searching for his greatest achievement, the Earth.

As he reached, he searched throughout its history, for those worthy of his blessing, and for those in need of it. As he watched, he found four people, both worthy and in need of him. The four who would carry out his will on Earth

The four who would become his Horsemen.

The first came from America, a girl, far too young to know the troubles she did, with skin as dark as the forest she ran through, pursued by her "owner." As she ran, she clutched one hand to a hastily bandaged gunshot wound where her kidney should be, and the other hand to a dagger that glowed a steady bronze, it's twin strapped safely to her pants with a makeshift belt, barely clinging to her thin frame. The only thing lighting her way was the light of her dagger, and the torches of those pursuing her

As he watched, the torches, and the eternal struggle of being enslaved, and, in every sense, the threat of death grew closer. The girl grimaced, before disappearing entirely. Even the man observing ceased to see her, only seeing her by the indents her feet made in the grass as she slowed to a stop, allowing her pursuers to pass her by, one passing within a foot of her place beside a tree. As the man watched she reappeared, and let out a relieved sigh, before sliding her back down the tree and, for the first time in days, allowing herself to rest.

The man appeared to her, and offered her a place with him. At first the girl was startled, andincredibly confused by the mans appearance, but as he explained himself, the girl once again began to relax, and she accepted his offer.

And so the first Horseman came to be, the one that would be called Famine.

The second, also a girl, came from a place called London, on an island called England. At the hour of noon, on a sunny day, when a child such as her, one born into a life of luxury, should have been enjoying time with her parents, or with her siblings, or even alone, doing something simple, like coloring a picture, or running around the house, this girl was doing none of the above.

At not even ten years of age, this child had been accused of murder, and the worst part was, she was guilty. But the circumstances were all wrong. A family servant, for an unknown reason, had decided that he had had enough of the girls father, and decided to kill him. The girl, watching the assassination play out, had unintentionally unlocked a previously dormant power within her. As her father died, her eyes shifted from brown to a startling blue, as her hair changed from black to white, and she screamed.

Her scream sent shards of ice flying throughout the room, one landing in the heart of the servant turned assassin. And so the man died, along with the girl's father.

The girl's mother fled from the room, terrified of her own child, and screamed for the guards. She blamed the death of both her husband and the servant on the girl, claiming she was a demon. The girl, meanwhile, cried over the body of her father.

And so the girl is now shackled hand and foot to a wall, deep underground, abandoned by all. And so she was left, for a long, long time, and while she was there, she learned about her new power, all the while mourning the loss of her father, mother, friends, and all the others she had known in her short life above ground.

After years in this cell, she is approached by a man in a suit of stars, aman who offers her a deal, a deal she cannot refuse.

And so the second Horseman came to be, the one that would be called Sorrow.

The third, a boy, came from a place called Ireland, but his family had moved to America when he was young. The boy was always strange. He never quite fit in, even within his family. But the peak of his strangeness occurred when he was no more than six. He was a child, and children make stupid decisions. His stupid decision just so happened to be sticking a fork in an electrical outlet. The strange thing about this was, it didn't seem to hurt him. In fact, it served only to strengthen him, and kickstart a hidden talent.

That night, the boy was left to sleep, only to be stolen from his home by a man who lit his house ablaze. The boy's family made it out of the fire, but they would never see the boy again, for while they assumed he died in the fire, he was in fact carried out into the night and given to a group of "scientists" running covert experiments on unique individuals. The boy happened to be one of those individuals.

The scientists locked him in a cell, one he would not leave for thirty long years. The experiments that ran on him tested everything that one could ever want to know about a person. His strength, speed, agility, stamina, reflexes, reactions to allergens, chemicals, and even some poisons, but above all, they tested the limits of his ability.

They spent countless hours shocking him with massive amounts of electricity, and what they found astonished them. He was able to absorb it, to an extent. However, they were always pushing his limits, so the boy spent years in unimaginable pain as they pushed the limits of his ability, eventually discovering that his ability extended to fire, which led to even more years of burning, intermixed with electricity. The boy spent years of his life in complete agony, unable to count the nights he lay awake, unable to make the pain that wracked his body go away for even a second. Eventually, during one of his hated tests, he completely lost control of himself, and brought down the entire complex and everyone in it with a massive explosion.

As he lay, unconscious, in the smoking ruins of the room that had taken so much of his life, he was woken by a man whose eyes appeared to contain the universe.

And so the third Horseman came to be, the one that would be called Pain.

The fourth, a boy with black hair and eyes the color of seawater, ran through the streets of New York, the city he once called home, running as if his life depended on it. He ran, but arrived at his home too late. A fire with an unknown cause had completely destroyed the building where his family had lived. His mother, and his stepfather, and, unbeknownst to him, his girlfriend, the woman he loved more than he did himself, had died in the fire. She had been there to surprise him, and surprise him she did.

When he ran away from the ashes of that building looking for her, he ran to Long Island, to their camp, only to find she left to see him. And he ran, he ran far, and he didn't look back. He ran alone, away from the people he once called friends, even family.

And he threw himself at every monster, every enemy he could find, trying to fight away the pain of losing those closest to him. For years he continued like this, until he finally broke down, and mourned for what he had lost. And when he finally faced the pain, something inside him broke, something he would have to work for many long years to repair.

But he never went back, because he was confronted by the same man as the others, and given the same proposition. "Hello," the man said "I am Chaos, oldest of the Primordials, creator of all, and I have an offer for you.

And so the fourth Horseman came to be, the one that would be called War.