♛ THE FOUR HORSEMEN OF THE APOCALYPSE ♛
Monsters are crafted from shadow and bone. They give life to terror and consume all that surrounds them. As Hell reigns on Earth, and the wizarding community finds itself in the midst of destruction like their kind has never seen, the superstitious and religious pay their final blessings and respects before their final days have expired. The world is exploding into a flurry of chaos and blood, and Lord Voldemort’s Inner Circle are wielding the destruction.
She does not search for her prey; they come to her, once her comrades have finished playing with them. She does not submit to hunting after her enemy, but rather ensnares them like a spider in a web; like a predatory feline waiting leisurely for a mouse to scurry out of its hole. She waits inside a manor built like a castle, with old, weathered stone for walls and slick black marble to glide across. She has crafted her own chair out of bone and metal; a tribute to those who have fallen and submitted themselves (willingly or otherwise) to her Master’s command. To her wand. So it is she sits and waits, one leg delicately crossed over the other, revealing a flash of ivory skin through the slits in her black gown. She is a Queen in her own right, and this shrine of submission and defeat her unofficial Throne. The Dark Lord is not a King among peasants in her eyes; he is a deity, and she among his most devout followers. A woman born with the divine right to rule and lead. Conquest is her daughter; a caress of submission and weakness in the aftermath of a battle. War is her brother; a fierce defender and surveyor of the world as it rips itself to tatters before his very eyes. Famine, she saves for last. He is her lover; her pet to do her bidding and suck and mutilate the souls of the weakened while she waits for them to collapse in front of her, defeated and desperate for the sweet embrace of death.
all it takes from her is one small kiss;
to undo, to unravel, to unmake
She grows cold as she waits for opportunity to strike; for her prey to be presented to her, weary and broken from the time they have spent with the rest of her family. Her fingernails, stained a ghastly shade of red from the paint she has applied to them, thrum impatiently against the arm of her throne. Her claws dig into the polished bone and metal beneath her fingertips; she grits her teeth in irritation, and anger hot and pulsating boils over and seeps through the room. She is a cloud of black mist; of turbulence and anger and uncertainty. Her eyes remain ever cool and transfixed on the door opposite her, even as the low-ranking followers in the room titter nervously with one another. They do not care as much for accidentally upsetting the others, but she is a woman who has no match. She is unrivaled among her field, with the exception of her master and his greatest lieutenant.
He enters then, Famine, in that hollow, starving way of his. He slinks through the shadows, the husk of a wizard being dragged across the marble floor beneath him. As the filthy prisoner is deposited at her feet, the Queen crinkles her nose in blatant disgust and shifts the lace hem of her dress away from the creature’s grubby fingers. Oddly, she thinks of having the floors clean once his body has been deposited in the burial hole with the others. She toys with her wand contemplatively, wandering if the prisoner will make a break for it, knowing he won’t. War captured him, Conquest captured his spirit, and Famine ate his soul. So it comes to be that she is the remainder; the last of her kind. The conclusion to a peaked climax. And so she lifts her wand, arm steady, eyes focused, and hisses the words that caress her tongue lovingly; as warm and familiar as a child’s embrace.
She is all that is left. She is sweet release. She is death.
&&. CONQUEST, WAR, AND FAMINE.
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