Credit to the wonderful PrawnNetwork for this absolutely brilliant prompt. I hope you and many others will enjoy what I have made of it. Sadly, I own no rights to anything to do with Supernatural.

Being the youngest was never easy. Pestilence was constantly looked down on by the others. Maybe it was because he was tied so completely to humanity. Or maybe it was because no matter what he did, the humans almost always seemed to find a way to overcome him. But that was hardly his fault! No matter what new things he produced, the humans would eventually find a way to at least slow its effects down, if not eradicate it completely. This made him weak according to his brothers. Famine always teased him about his lack of control and whenever they're even near each other, War laughs at his inexperience. Which angered Pestilence to no end because that was entirely out of his hands. Yes, he was the youngest so he had spent less time in existence than the other three but that didn't mean he had no experience. At almost every chance he had, he would constantly question his eldest brother Death about anything he could; from humanity to God and everything in between. He knew it probably irritated his brother but he just couldn't seem to stop. He was so curious about Creation and he wanted to learn everything he possibly could. Of course, War and Famine teased him about this too but Pestilence had come to the realisation that maybe he would never convince them he was just as worthy as them, so he soon gave in. Death, on the other hand, was an entirely different case. His eldest brother was the wisest and most powerful of them all, even War agreed to that. Pestilence wanted to prove to him that he was capable too because, beyond Death, there was no one. His only company were the flies and bacteria that clung themselves to him.


Pestilence was sat alone, studying the humans' reaction to one of his latest diseases. They flew around him, their strange technology flying past as they tried to treat one patient after another. At least, he thought he was alone. The sound of a scuffing shoe that sounded different to human footfalls alerted him to someone else's presence. He quickly turned around to see two demons standing only a few meters away from him. They didn't seem to notice him, but Pestilence became curious. Carefully, he blocked out all noise of the humans until he could focus fully on the voices of the demons.

"-could be dangerous"

"Oh come on! We both know it's just a myth. Plus, if it was real then not even the 'almighty' God could trap it away. I mean, nothing could contain so much power"

"But it has the potential to be true..."

"And what do you propose we do? 'Oh hey, Boss! The Darkness, yeah the all-powerful myth that God fought away before creating anything, we think it's real' I'm sure that would go down real well"

"You know that's not what I meant. But, just think about it for a moment. If we could capture it, we would become the most powerful creatures in the universe. We could do anything; destroy everything with a click of our fingers"

Pestilence slowly drifted out of their conversation and into his own thoughts. He had heard of the Darkness, of course. It had always been a story, nothing more. But if it really was real, maybe it could help him. Its power with his ideas; together they could create the most deadly disease in all of Creation. The humans would never be able to find a way around it. Finally, he would get the respect he deserved! Pestilence curled his fingers and grinned to himself as he hurriedly stood and left the hospital, being careful to not twist his ring out of habit. No one had ever seen the Darkness and there was no real proof that it really did exist. But if anyone would find it, Pestilence was now determined it would be him.

He had nothing left to lose.