Skies grey, earths shatter. The trumpets in the skies rang for hours and days, almost endlessly, it shook the air around as the winds howled, shrieked, SCREAMED at the doomsday that is happening, the water turned bloody red, the moon became a hollow black with a red aura. Cursed and bathed in sin, impurity and blood.

Upon thee, death was all over the place. Civilians, to the youngest to the oldest, all filled the ground between the cities and the abandoned towns. a third of the animal population soon died, either a swift death or a painfull, lasting one. there was almost nobody here, everyone who could had ran as fast as they could. Everyone but you.

The grey clouds opened way, slowly opening like doors to a place not even the most intelligent, wise human could ever thought of, with shrieking noises, a luminated and white aura slowly made its way out, as if making path to the next catastrophy to come;

And so, Humanity´s sins were all theirs to judge.

Death laughed harshly, the ghostly voice now a distant sound of a perished corpse, the laugh was maniac, for they were given the authority of death above a fourth of the Earth, the bone-y horse they were on barely carrying on, as if it ran for milleniums that happened and will soon come, its bones visible through its pale white skin, as if it will soon perish, its sound shrieked in the air like a type of alarm, BEHOLD! DEATH HAS COME FOR EVERYONE´S SOULS WHO IT HAS BEEN MARKED WITH THE MARK OF THE BEAST!.

Famine made its presence known, thousands. MILLIONS die rapidly as they succumb to their hunger, Death´s ally, For the sins of the dead come to his judgement. Hunger will always present even to the end of humanity´s time. The scales in his hand weighing the sins of mankind. All of the wars, their deaths, their violence, their repugnance and disgust, beings of pure hatred and malice.

War strided his horse, his arms weak but filled with power enough to carry him for thousand milleniums. The red horse that carried the man ran rapidly, as if the force of the blade War carried was upon its back, flaming hot and aching to cut everyone in half, thousands of people gone with just a flick of the blade on the air, the screams of his horse made anyone´s skin chicken and stiff at the single sound it made, as if asking for its rider to stop. But. . . Only to watch.

And Conquest came, his horse gracefully running across the earth. His eyes calculating and fast. His thoughts racing miles per second. He came with a task, and he will fulfill it. In a way or another, because the Kingdom of the Heavens are next into the Earth and Humanity´s history. His bow ready to shot as he pierced the hearts of the impure and the imperfect, his horse, all brave and at its owner´s orders, taking the path of the wise and not of the dunce, of the disgusting and dark evils of this world.