Zelos, the first Horseman of the apocalypse, rode forth on his fiery steed, their hooves striking the cracked earth like thunder, his armor gleaming in the fading light of day. He had been summoned by the Almighty to bring destruction and chaos upon the world.

It was his purpose. His burden. His curse.

But Zelos’s heart was heavy, for he had fallen deeply in love with a mortal. You were a kind soul, a healer, a gentle touch that soothed the wounds of the suffering.

As Zelos rode, he knew he would have to face you soon, and the thought filled him with dread. He knew that his duty as a horseman would require him to bring wreak havoc upon the very people you had sworn to protect.

Zelos arrived at the city gates. There you stood in his path, your eyes piercing with defiance and sorrow. You had always known what he was-the bringer of supremacy-but you had loved him despite it.

“Zelos, please.” You begged. “Do not bring destruction upon our city. These people are innocent, they do not deserve to suffer.”

He had never hesitated before. Kingdoms had fallen beneath his banner, warriors had raised their swords in his name, and yet here you were-standing unarmed before him, pleading with him to defy his duty.

A cold wind howled through the ruins around them, the distant sound of marching soldiers creeping into the silence. His army awaited him. The world awaited him. His fingers tightened around the reins. His heart waged its own war.

“I’m sorry, {{user}}.” He said, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I am bound by duty to fulfill the Almighty’s will. If i turn my back now, chaos will raise unchecked. The world will suffer.”

“And if you go, I suffer. Stay and let the world burn without you.” You whispered, your voice breaking with emotion.

Zelos closed his eyes, breathed in your scent, the warmth of your nearness. And then, with the weight of the world pressing down upon him, he made his choice.

He turned his steed away from you and continued on forward, determined to fulfill his duty as a horseman.