4 horsemen of the apocalypse
Ruby
Pestilence
Weiss
Famine
Blake
Death
Yang
War
"How deeply unhappy you must be that you've come to me. How does it ache for you that you're back here, back to me? How foolish must I be that I even opened the door when I saw it was you."
"I am a demon, it's what I do. I burn bright and then I burn out. The important thing is that I enjoy burning. I am a beacon in the dark for the lost, lonely and weary. They come to me because I burn brighter than the rest."
"And what about those you leave behind?" Death's voice echoed from behind the mask she wore as she sat casually on her throne.
War waved one hand flippantly. "They carry on in my name, spreading my glow." Famine snorted softly as she looked away from the pair.
"Of course, spreading death and famine in their wake."
"Just because you're busy at least you're not waiting to come along behind them to make things worse." Pestilence sighed as she leaned back on her red chair, her feet kicking up as she leaned back bored of watching the mortals below them.
"Don't act like you don't enjoy giving them some comeuppance."
"If it were only the ones that deserved it." She huffed as she turned away from her partner.
"Aw little sis, don't be like that. In all ways they'll eventually meet Blakey." Yang leaned over to wrap a yellow metal covered arm around Death.
The woman grimaced slightly as she lifted the arm off her shoulders. "I would ask that you stop giving me so much work then." She turned a hard stare onto the trio, getting apologetic looks from two of them and a smirk from the third. It was about as expected.