Finally, Death

The final horseman sat on his horse, over looking the continent that his brothers and sister had started their journeys upon. Each had been tasked with setting upon the Earth and bringing about its end in their own, unique ways, and each had done so. But this horseman, dressed all in black upon a pale horse which barely looked strong enough to stand, found their ways childish and slow. They toyed with their victims, making them feel and experience things before their rather timely demise. But he would not wait for that.

With a click of his heels, his horse descended the steep cliffside, its legs scorching the earth as they rode, and from his back he drew his scythe. It reached far and low, its tip piercing the ground as he held it to his side, and he could hear the sounds of the local wildlife taking their last breaths and falling to the wayside. As he cut into the ground, he cut at the very life force of the planet - his family caused chaos, but he brought the final punishment. If they were to make the people want to kill each other, he would kill them before they got the chance.

It was not long before he entered the first town he had set his gaze upon. The people did not have time to rally together or cry out. The horse and rider were hardly even a part of the world - they phased through their homes and cut the peoples' very souls from their bodies, leaving emptied corpses behind in beds, at dinner tables, in the fields, and in one another's arms. It took less than an hour for the entire town to be annihilated, though looking in from the outside, one would hardly have been able to tell. But the smell as they entered would be inescapable.

His horse rode faster than any earthly horse could, and they left nothing but death in their wake. Even without directly attacking, their very presence was like a poison to the environment. Greenery simply ceased to exist as they rode past. It was as though they had burned everything they passed, though a fire never appeared - one moment the life was bright and thriving, and the next it had been snuffed relentlessly.

He gained no joy or pleasure from the action. He was merely determined, set to accomplish what he had been tasked with doing. He would see to it that the entire planet had been extinguished - that there was nothing left to fight back when the father had come to make anew.