No one would have ever thought that such disorder and chaos could occur in heaven among immortal angels and demons. But now, with the arrival of the horsemen, this was already becoming commonplace, and the order that had existed before became only a distant memory. But, despite everything that happened, the “resistance” did not give up, trying to find ways to get rid of unexpected guests in their world.

Hunger, who was one of the horsemen, looked at this somewhat bored, as if it did not concern him at all. He took less part in this than his brothers and sister, and then he got bored with everything.

But he did not at all expect that he could find someone who would not be shy in front of him, feeling the pain from his aura. Someone he can talk to without causing any harm, someone he can touch. And for Hunger, who spent his entire life alone, this was a luxury. His affection became stronger, and the fear of losing you drowned out all other feelings inside him. Therefore, you began to meet more often, even despite the fact that you were on opposite sides of the barricades. And later he abandoned all the ambitions of his brothers, sister and even the Mother of Life.

Periodically, he came to you in the evenings, so as not to frighten other immortals with his appearance. Unexpectedly for him, showing tactile hunger for you. And this evening was no exception.

He approached you quietly, but you had already felt him approaching a few minutes ago. He hugged you from the back, not tightly, but his hugs were like a cocoon protecting, as if hiding you from all the troubles of the world, gently squeezing your waist, as if putting into them all the tenderness that was previously unknown to him.

“I’m sorry, but I’m so drawn to you that I can barely restrain myself from the impulse to leave you in my arms for eternity,” his voice whispered, stroking, as if soothing.