I got an idea for you, friend! After humanity is restored, news that their human S/O was the last human on Earth spreads like crazy. With that, either people kiss the ground they walk or throw rocks and attempt to kill them. They are constantly persecuted by crazy fans and assassins, and Earth is definitely not a safe place for them any longer. How would the horsemen react? What would they do?
~Think I made them a bit too OOC, bah.
Here’s Part 2 for Strife and Fury (link)
The moment he saw your face plastered on the big screens in the many cities throughout Earth, War was struck by an extreme Déjà vu moment. But unlike you, the horseman had not been jarred by the intense scrutiny during the premature Apocalypse. And unlike him, you were human. Breakable. Diminutive. Traumatised.
And this was most certainly not helping.
Although the screens displayed seemingly positive messages about you, War was sufficiently informed that the overwhelming attention would be detrimental to your mental state.
He was not surprised when he saw your house surrounded by a horde of noisy humans, waving placards and yelling how they were dying to meet their ‘saviour’; the one who influenced ‘God’ to resurrect them, and even reverting the End War.
He recognised the trucks and cars that were parked in your yard; paparazzi and news reporters. There were about twenty of them and more were still arriving. Some of them were banging on your door and a couple even had the gall to attempt to climb up to your windows. Glowering, War strode through the mass, ignoring the way some of them either tripped to scramble out of his way or those that attempted to fire questions at him.
He roughly shoved the humans away from your door and unsheathed Chaoseater from his back. Upon sighting this tremendous, deadly blade, the remainder humans scampered off your territory, and the ones at your windows all but plummeted into undignified heaps before hobbling off to join the others.
The door was locked, as it should be, but he easily crushed it as he barged his way through. Impeding the colossal sword into the space to act as a blockade, the horseman made his way up to your bedroom.
“Y/N?” he called softly as he stepped in. Teal eyes sweeping the room, he remarked that everything was in place; your chest of drawers, desk, wardrobe, bed.
His panic mounting, War made to exit, were it not for the tiny, almost inaudible noise that came from under your bed.
“Y/N,” he tried again. When you still didn’t respond, he grasped the edge of the bed and singlehandedly lifted it easily as though it was just a cardboard shoebox. You were huddled on your side with your palms against your ears. Instantly, you staggered back due to the sudden brightness until your back hit the wall.
“Go away,” you mumbled, eyes scrunched shut, “Just leave me alone.”
You sounded so weak, exhausted and defeated that War clenched his fist tightly, outrage bubbling deep in his guts and he momentarily wished that he hasn’t been so merciful in letting the humans escape. Instead, he placed the bed on to one side and reduced the space between you, allowing his unnatural warmth that radiated from his body to reach you.
At once, your eyes snapped open and you took in the mighty bulk of your Horseman guardian friend. There was a brief pause before you stammered, “W-War?”
The Rider crouched before you, gaze never faltering from yours, “You’re coming with me,” he declared simply, his voice leaving no room for debate.
Although you didn’t reply, he must’ve caught the confusion that flashed in your eyes. “This is no longer your home, little one.”
“But I’ve nowhere to go,” you moaned.
His eyebrows furrowed. “Our realm is open to you, Y/N. It has always been and will remain so.”
“I know, War,” you hunched your shoulders, “but it’s not right.”
You raked your fingers through your hair. “They’re after me. This shouldn’t concern you. Protecting me during the premature Apocalypse made sense but these,” you pointed to your window,“ are my people. My Earth. My problem,” you gritted your teeth, “I shouldn’t be dragging you into this.”
He didn’t reply instantly when he hauled you onto his broad shoulder and made his way downstairs to your broken entrance. “You devalue your worth,” he commented quietly, dislodging Chaoseater from the stone slated step. You can only watch the ground move with each of his strides.
You stiffened when you heard the returning group, no doubt commenting on your ‘kidnap’. But no one touched you. Their previous cries for attention were replaced with hushed murmurs of confusion and some of them were blatantly jabbing their fingers in your direction.
“Your 'problem’,” War proceeded. Blade in hand, he breezed through the crowd with your face now buried into the crimson cape on his shoulder. “is my problem.”
You moaned wretchedly, “That’s just making me more of a burden to you.”
“My home,” he carried on, ignoring you. The green glow of the Serpent hole emanating from the other side of the street “is your home.”
Contrary to furthering your guilt, you were surprised at the budding warmth blooming throughout your entire body. You chanced a peek from the crumpled fabric, observing the crowd gawking at your retreating forms, seemingly given up on their pursuit of you.
You can only shake your head, the warmness of the cloth, coupled with the smell of leather and metal, triggering a defeated sigh from you. Of course, you were happy, elated more accurately. But given the circumstances… you shook your head. No, it was a dream come true to live with War. Besides, he was right, Earth was no longer a safe place for you.
“And it isn’t complete without you,” he finished, snorting softly when he felt you nuzzle your head against the side of his hood.
It didn’t take long to track you down in the run down library. Gliding past a window, Death instantly identified your slumped form against one of the book aisles, with your back to him. Even from outside, he could see your body shaking with unconcealed terror. A little ahead, he spotted the mob fast approaching the area, fire torches in one hand, rocks and knives balancing in the other. His own eyes were blazing like smoldering embers under the night sky, burning with rage and contempt but he stilled his hand from marking their demise.
'Not yet,’ he thought, eyeing the moving figures as they scattered around, no doubt to accelerate their search for you.
Tapping on the window, his frown deepened when you visibly flinched and made to dive under the desk, if not for the familiar cold mist that circulated around you. You whipped your body upright and caught sight of the intimidating dark brother that you’ve come to love so dearly.
“Death,” you breathed as soon as you slid the window open, allowing him entrance and shutting it behind.
“Y/N,” he said it with such calmness that surprised even him. “They’re within close proximity. We must make haste.”
“We?” you couldn’t help but blurt out.
His eyes shot down on you. “Yes, 'we’, as in 'us’, Y/N,” his irritation seeped through his calmness. You winced at the abruptness but held your tongue, averting your eyes to the floor.
Your psyche was already too damaged to formulate a defense.
He placed a heavy hand on your shoulder. “Come. We cannot linger here.”
You only nodded, choosing not to respond. The wrath of your people was already too much to bear. Gripping the cuff of your jacket tightly, you waited to follow your guardian. But he didn’t move.
“Y/N,” he paused, seemingly debating with something. “Are you afraid of me?”
Perhaps it was the soft gentleness that prompted you to comply. “I-I just don’t see the point of you being here. The idea was to resurrect humanity to redeem your brother. End of,” the hand on your shoulder didn’t move. “Everything else is irrelevant. You’ve done what you had to do. Earth and its people should mean nothing to you.”
Whatever he was about to say was lost to the sound of the approaching mob, the cacophony of their cries and jeers, stomping boots and clanging of sharp weaponry evoked a terrified wail of your own. The hand on your shoulder moved to your back, firmly pressing you to him.
“You needn’t be afraid,” he muttered under his breath. “Not while I’m here.”
’But why?’ you wanted to ask but instead replaced it with a shaky, “Do they know I’m here?”
“Not yet,” was the curt reply. You looked up to see his face turned to the side, eyeing the fragile window as though daring them to come through.
You pressed your palm onto the bottom of his cold sternum. He tilted his head downwards to the right, still not meeting your eyes. “You have doubts, young one,” he rumbled lowly but his tone was not accusing.
Before you could respond, something crashed through the window and you screamed, but Death easily deflected the rock with the back of his hand, leaving you untouched. Without another word, he lifted you into his brawny arms and at once, you felt a magnitude of your fear dissolving under his touch.
“You needn’t doubt,” he continued, surprising you. “Humanity’s resurrection served to erase my brother’s crime, yes, but…,” he faltered then. The jeers and taunts grew louder and so so close.
“You brought this upon us!”
Death slowly approached the shattered window, arms tightening around you. “…but not at this cost,” he was still not looking at you. “At this point, Y/N, Earth and its people indeed mean nothing to me,” he muttered darkly.
Another rock pelted through and Death let it bounce off his shoulder, as though it was just a bead or marble. He was now standing on the ledge, regarding the baying mob below him. The only barrier was the glass window.
“They are irrelevant,” he jerked his head to the crowd. “As to why I am here…” once again, he halted when sudden poundings reverberated through the inner walls, causing pieces of the ceiling to crumble down.
A small whimper escaped your throat and Death felt you grip his cowl tightly. Eyes softening, he finally looked down at you, taking in your tear streaked face. Tears caused by fear. Fear instilled by your people. The very people who should be grateful to you.
“As to why I am here,” he repeated softly, Harvester was already in one hand and he was slowly sliding the window open.
“Death?” you whispered when he didn’t carry on, shivering when the sudden gust of icy breeze enveloped you, but no longer were you panicking even though the clamour of the angry mass was deafening.
Death’s eyes creased. At your confused stare, he merely tapped your nose with a long finger. You giggled then, albeit a strangled one when it dawned on you what he meant.
Later, the shouts of jeers and taunts will be replaced with yowls of agony, pleas for mercy and the sounds of ripping flesh. No mercy will be shown. No human will be spared tonight.
It will take little convincing for you to agree to live him in his home realm. Earth was no longer your home.
