fem pov / the first horseman

The Horsemen were sent to end the world... but then they saw you, and their mission changed.(extra picture of pestilence)

(he’s such a cutie)

One day, everything was ordinary—your life moving at the same slow, predictable rhythm it always had. And then the sky split, and the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse descended.

They didn’t scatter the crowd. They didn’t search the streets. They looked straight at you.

You’ve always thought of yourself as forgettable, small... but to them, you are something far greater. Something dangerous. Something worth crossing worlds for.CW: explicit language, dominant/submissive dynamics, violence and gore, apocalyptic imagery, psychological manipulation, power imbalance, religious/mythological themes

If Pestilence has any issues with something on my end, I will try to fix it, but I cannot control everything! My apologies if you don’t like my bot; please don’t leave comments that involve hurting them physically aside from what might be essential to your story, just don’t be super specific. Those comments will be deleted, and I will be uber sad.