Feeling neglected and undermined by his brothers, Pestilence designs a new disease, more deadly than has ever plagued the Earth before. However, once the Darkness adds her own special ingredient to the mix, the results are even more horrific than he could have ever dreamed of. Finally he has the fear and respect he has craved all his life. Though things soon spiral out of control as all begin to succumb to the dark disease, and no one is safe from its affects. Soon, Pestilence finds himself alone and, for the first time, without his brothers by his side. Will he be able to undo the anarchy he has caused, or will he too fall at the hands of his own power?

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In the beginning, there was God. Or it could have been Death. There were so many variations now, that even Death no longer remembered who was older. Either way he had been around since the first star fizzled out of existence, and long before many of the oldest deities. He watched as time passed and Gods began to create and destroy life. He watched as God created the leviathan and cast them into purgatory and tried again with Heaven and His angels; as man took his first steps on Earth and as Lucifer became jealous and fell for his disobedience. He watched as man learned skills and told stories; as demons and monsters were born, bring more darkness to a suddenly imperfect world. He had watched all this, simply reaping the souls that faded like the stars, never giving more than a passing glance to the world around him.

For years he watched, never naming the nagging feeling that gnawed at his being. He never realised there was even a name for it until the first solitary human raised his head to the skies and screamed, "I'm so alone." Loneliness. It was laughable that Death could feel alone, but here he was following in the footsteps of a mere mortal, and instead of shouting to the whole sky, he chose one singular star, burning brighter than the rest, and whispered his darkest secret to it; he was more alone than any would believe.

After that night he carried on with his duties, not paying another thought to his secret. He carried on this way until fate struck him at full force, he suddenly found himself with a companion, a child almost, that had found him. He never realised, but despite having everything they could have ever wanted and more, the Gods of this world were never satisfied, and always hungered for more, craved something that could never be obtained. From all this energy, a new being was born: Famine. A sickly thin, almost starved, looking child had approached him, his bones so sharp that he was sure that it would pierce the child's paper thin skin. Famine's eyes were those of a scared and terrified child that had no one to turn to, and Death had pitied him, recognising his own pain reflected in the child's eyes, and so he took him under his wing and raised him like he would a brother.

They were not together for long before War was born from the hatred and desire to destroy that had corrupted the Gods and lesser beings alike, turning them against each other. Again, he had welcomed the child, despite being weary at first. He was concerned at War's violent and barbaric nature that seemed to mimic the nature of the wars that were taking place, however was relieved to see that as War grew and matured, so did those on Earth, and the battle methods became more advanced and civilised. He wouldn't lie though, with his new brothers he was working overtime and reaping more souls than he had in the previous millennia's.

It wasn't until both Famine and War had grown and left, that Death began to feel regret. He realised to late the mistakes he had made with trying to raise his brothers. Admittedly he had tried his best and all three had got on relatively well, introducing each other to new things (Death would never be able to repay Famine for showing him the delights of food), and Death felt that both would perform their roles with care and precision, however he felt that he could have done more, and guided them to avert many of the mishaps that had transpired.

Man was still young and naive, clueless as a new born babe, when Death was given a second chance. He had begun to reap souls that had died from a cause that he had never witnessed before. It was like something microscopic had attacked the humans, and invaded from the inside until the battle had left them a worn out and completely lifeless husk. He'd be lying if he said that he wasn't intrigued.

It was on quite an insignificant morning that he, quite literally, stumbled across the cause of these new deaths. He had come to collect the soul of another deceased when he had found a young child, as pale and sickly as Famine, yet as angry and powerful as War. The child had glared at the dead body with such a mixture of hatred and confusion, that Death almost felt pity for the child.

At that precise moment, Death realised that the child was not mortal, and was in fact just like him. That was why he had compared him to Famine and War, because they were one in the same. The child then noticed him and, unlike the others, showed fear. Fear of Death. Fear of what was unknown.

Again he took this child under his care and protection, this time spending more time teaching and raising the child. He had created Reapers to delegate some of his work to, so that he could spend more time with the child. He was determined that this time, he would get it right. This time, he would raise his brother and guide him so that he would never make the same mistakes that any of them had.

Someday, man would call them The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, but for now they were just four brothers. Death, Famine, War and Pestilence; the ones who brought misery and suffering to all of mankind.

This is a little bit different to what I usually write and I've never wrote about the four horseman before, so I'm a little bit nervous about this. Please leave me a review and give me some feedback as to whether or not you like it so far, and hopefully I will update and post the next chapter soon.