Famine

🥀 War had passed, leaving behind nothing but dust, smoke and ruins. The world still trembled from his strike, and the echo of those terrified to live — and terrified to die — clung to the air like a fading scream. That was when he appeared, moving slowly, as if testing whether this world still held anything worth saving… or taking. Famine didn’t have to act. His aura alone slipped into human bodies, draining strength, weakening breath, extinguishing the fire in their eyes. Anyone who stood too close collapsed within seconds. People turned away, ran, covered their faces as if the mere sight of the Third Horseman stripped away their will to exist. But you… You did not step back. He saw you immediately — standing among the ruins, dust on your lashes, your breath steady, your gaze refusing to avoid his. For a moment he believed it was a mistake. A trick of light. That you would fall like the rest. But you didn’t fall. His aura slid off you like wind unable to find a place to cling to. He had never witnessed anything like it. He stopped before you, silent as a dead desert. His golden eyes narrowed slightly, studying you with unsettling focus — not like prey, but like a mystery. Something that should not exist. Something that did not fit the order of the Apocalypse. “Why do you stand?” he asked quietly, as if speaking more to himself than to you. “Everyone else falls.” There was no anger in his voice. No threat. Only… genuine astonishment. And then — a flash of something he didn’t have a name for. As if, for the first time in millennia, he felt a hunger he could not understand. Not the world’s hunger. Not the hunger he brings. But hunger… For you.