HUNGER, PESTILENCE AND JUSTICE

Third to re-enter earth was Famine. The skinny black man had nothing human in his eyes. Cold they were and hard. He lifted his scales and suddenly there was light. Lured by the light, his black stallion followed from the book. Famine calmed the horse and spoke to it gently. He led it to the doors.

Kimberlyn ducked behind a pillar when he heard the doors open. Yelling at himself for being chicken for doors that opened out of themselves. Shortly after however he was glad he had had that reflex. Seated on a black stallion, Famine rode out. Well, that is, it could only be Famine seeing
Painfully Kimberlyn searched his memory for what number Famine had. He couldn't even remember if he had ever read the story about the apocalypse. He could only do one thing all things considered.
Kimberlyn sighed and entered the gloomy asylum.

Famine looked around the empty streets. People had barricaded the doors and windows. They thought they were safe. An amused smile played around the lips of the pale man. He always admired the naivety of the humans. Did they really think they could escape winged demons and an army of skeletons or what else his partners had already tried?
While Famine walked through the streets he could feel he was being watched. But when he looked around he saw no-one. One time a mad dog ran toward him growling, only to fall dead on the ground the next. Famine left the dog and walked on. A trap suddenly formed in his head to lure the humans out of their houses. Not only something to lure. Also something to judge. He was here to judge after all.
Famine put a mirage-spell on himself. Anyone know watching would see a rich stranger going mad and throwing around all his money. The truly greedy would not be able to resist it. Famine watched. At first there was no reaction, but then slowly he could hear whispering and foot steps. Out came an old man. Eager he grabbed a hold of one of the bills and watched it.
Satisfied by the bill the man started to leave. Famine however approached him and asked:
"Sir, why did you take the money? We're all going to die."
"Never say that my boy, " the old man answered, "This might be my last chance to be rich and I'm grabbing it."
Famine smiled sadly. It had been his last chance. Famine wiped his hand over the bill and it reverted to the piece of litter it had been. The look on the man's face was priceless. Stunned and incomprehensive. 
"You failed." Famine said and touched the man on his forehead, "It looks like you're still poor and now you'll be hungry too."
Famine left the old man to think of his actions and walked further. Mechanically he looked around and soon found another sinner. A young girl, barely dressed, revealing her profession. In times of need they always came out to die first. Famine called the girl over. She came, willingly. She might have seen weirder faces than his.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"What does it look like I'm doing! I'm earning money."
"Go home, you don't need money anymore." The girl, suddenly afraid ran off. 
Famine blew her a kiss. Something gentler than the hunger the old man would get. She still deserved to die for her sin though. Redemption didn't take away the guilt of a life of crime. Not in this new reign anyway.
Whistling, Famine continued his walking, waving his scales in his right hand. When he saw a beggar laying on the ground, his hand open for some money, Famine shrugged.
"The last will be the first." he shrugged, quoting from the biblebook Lucas, and broke the man's neck with a single move of his arms. Shrunken and twisted in a strange way Famine left the man and started to roam around more strategically. He also didn't corner single men and women anymore, no now he took on families, neighbourhoods and whole skyscrapers. Wherever he passed he left behind him a path of despair, poverty and anxiety. A knowing that food would get scarce and that honest people would soon find themselves on the other side of the fine line between alive and death. There was no more room for charity, just bitter survival...

Kimberlyn pondered which way he should go. The inside of the asylum was a maze of staircases, hallways and rooms. Kimberlyn was lost and he was desperately trying to find a way out. Carefully he went from room to room, hoping he'd find an exit sign, or even the book. Anything to tell him where he was. His wish was granted.
The next room before him suddenly lit up with a pale light. Kimberlyn froze. Silently he crept too the door and looked through the keyhole.

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STORY:  
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End of the Beginning and Beginning of the End

STATS: Victor  -  War  -  Famine  -  Death  -  Ghost
DRAGONS: Meremoth  -  Bladion  -  Embrassen  -  Mione & Pleoh  -  Savior


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