Not Your The Horsemen You'd Expect

My Life As Famine

As my seemingly infinite life continues on. I had the strangest thought come to mind. Why not wright about my life from the past and during the preset!  And why not! I got my brother Pollution on board and Retriever, AKA Death, already likes to wright. So why not! War's not that interested but I'm sure I can get her on bored! 

So... I gonna start this by describing what we all look like, starting with War. War is a seven foot four, about average for a female Arch Angle, she's albino so she has long white hair and crimson red eyes. She's got pale white skin.  She's relatively thin yet curvy, and usually sports a white tank top and ripped jean shorts. Retriever has black brown hair that falls to her mid back. She's 7 foot eight and has light brown eyes and lightly tanned skin. Usually she wears a flowy black dress. Says it pays respect to the soon to be dead.... ya, any way. Pollution died his hair from orange to Wight, so... He's got tints of yellow in his other wise Wight hair. He doesn't have eyes but oil in the shape of eyes that go into his head that also comes out of his mouth, nose, and ears. He's got very pail skin with yellow, orange, and lime green patches on his skin. Usually he wears solid black clothing with random splats of color all over them. And I, finally, have blueish black hair, I'm pale, And have pitch black eyes (no pupils or irises or eye whites) My mouth, teeth, and lips are black. And I usually wear red, blue, and purple shirts with cartoon skulls on them. My pants are usually just black.  

To explain what I am real quick. I am an Arch Angle! But not the good king. See there are three types of Arch Angels in the high court. Black wings (the Arch Angels that have killed, done something that should have killed that person, or represents something that can kill you) Shifts (arch angels that are violent but are usually calm) And Wight Wings ( who "aren't violent" or don't represent something violent or something that can kill you) I personally am a black wing obviously, as I cause a lot of death.

Now to start my side of the story.... 

When I was alive I'm pretty sure my name was Willison Edron. And as I kid, I was weird lets say that. I still am weird but it was worse then. I was always hungry, and always needed more. Part of me still wonders why I didn't end up as the glutton arch, but ya know. I think I was around in the eighteen hundreds. So everything seemed to be worth a grand, that's how my family made it seem anyway, and I wanted it all. Not just a want as in keeping it, but I wanted to taste everything. So I did. Everything that I could get my hands on anyway. After a while my family tried to get me away from anything that I hadn't bit before. So growing up I was always really bored, even started biting my self and my cloths. But they seemed fine that me hurting my self and hurting my cloths. Those were replicable. But not their reputation. When I turned sixteen I became a suitor. And who wouldn't want their daughter to marry me? I was handsome, came from a good family, was fairly wealthy, and I was a polite young man. But I was bored and wanted something of interest. I wanted someone of interest. The women that were eligible around me all were trying their best to impress me. It was almost funny, the would dress up, trip in front of me, hug me when the saw me, the list goes on. But I never even said anything. If they tripped I would help them up, look away, and finally walk away and try to look preoccupied. I wouldn't even say anything. Not at parties, not to women, to men, not even my own family. The reason behind this, was because the desire to bite something was so great opening my mouth would triger me having to bite something. And if I did it in front of anyone else other than my family, EVEN my family it would ruin our name. So I didn't. Whenever I got home I would eat in privet, and after which I would rip apart a blanket or pillow with my teeth. Get ready for bed and go to sleep. But one day, after about three weeks of not talking to any of the women one of them were invited to our home and I had forgotten. So the girl comes into my room to see me, just to try one last time to impress me. She saw me ripping apart a blanket. And this women was smart, she saw an opportunity. If the most wealthy and handsome suitor was known for ripping things apart and with his teeth more other. We'll my family would be ruined. So she walked out of my room as if nothing had happened. Then when I was getting ready to change for bed she walked in. She told me about how she had seen me and after is still wouldn't replay, she pulled me down and opened my month... I almost bit her but thankfully she had an apple on her and put it in the way of her check. I ripped it apart in front of her. She was scared but not enough to back down. She told me that if I wanted to keep my good name I would marry her. And I agreed. Her name was Eliza Triator. Pretty close to traitor, so I never really trusted her that much. Not until we got married at least. When we did we had to finally be in the same room together, sleep together, and generally try to get along. I don't know what I was expecting or what she was expecting, but nether of us expected to get along. Or to even like one another, but surprisingly we did. And we grew together. Never the less of how highly I might thought of her, she almost always saw me as a monster. But not always a bad one. I saw her as a light, and she saw me as a might that was muffled by parchment. Until we had our daughter. And when we had her Eliza always thought I would teach her to be obedent and polite and pretty. But I didn't. Instead I taught her to read and wright, to draw and paint. She realized I was a bit more than what she always had thought of the men around her. I think that's what I always liked about her. She always treated me and other men in general as if we were destined to be the same. And yet what made me scary and horrific was what allowed her to relate to me. And I'm grateful for that. But as a black wing... I had to do something to prove that I was capable of being the arch angle of famine... I had to prove that I was hungry enough, desperate enough to... ya. I'm pretty sure that you can tell that I'm not happy with what I did. Not that I had a choses. Still don't when it happens, but... Ya, know when people can be so hungry that they turn to cannibalism. I stopped eating, sleeping, and basically everything. until this woman showed up... I don't even know what happened I just saw her body, faceless, and me covered in blood. The only reason I know what happened in the first place was because of what happens when you mess with War to much. She... Doesn't care about many people. And she certainly doesn't care about humans, even when she was one. She enjoys breaking things and people, and that's how you get a black wing. But Eliza saw this and was scared. But she was determined to not hide, to not believe the worst in me. But I still wouldn't talk. Not until I was shot in the head by the woman's father. He killed all three of us. Me, Willison Edron, her, Eliza Edron, And our daughter Bailey Edron. 

I then woke up as an arch angel with pitch black wings behind me, and a thick glass between me and War. She just stood there taping the glass, and I just stood there staring at my new face in the glass. I finally asked her where I was, and she realized that I was not asleep. "finally," she said "your up!" She said this as if I was wasting her time. And she seemed a little sad but without the emotion. I don't know what that means, but that's the only way I can describe what she looked like at that moment. Then the glass disappeared and she told me to open my mouth. of course afraid to hurt her I nodded no. She then walked forward and pulled my face closer to hers and repeated herself, "open, your mouth" again I nodded no again. Then she slamed my head against the wall and opened my mouth. She summoned something about small and invisible in her hand and put it in my mouth. Too big for me to swallow but just small enough for me to speak without me needing to bite anything. She explained from there, what was in my mouth that is. The long and short of it is something to keep me hungry take my energy away from me but also something that keeps me from biting anyone or anything. And so she gave me a choice on whether or not I wanted to be more of a monster than I already was, or just be what I am right now. I took the latter. I was then Introduce to Cintheuss, our golden wing. The one that had designed our world. He told me what I was going to be and what I already was at that point in time, and still am. He didn't give me a choice on that. Then he shewed War and I away. War gave him the finger, he glared at her, and then she pulled me away. Then I met the first twelve arch angles to ever exist. War of course, Depresso, Black Wing of depression and suicide. Love, Black wing of obsession over love and Stockholmer syndrome. Calculus, Black Wing of math and literature. Justice, White Wing of fair trial, court, and laws. Truth, White Wing of truth and truth swearing on the truth. Insanist, Black Wings of insanity and Gluttony. Nightmare, Black Wing of nightmares and night terroirs. Nature, shift of fire, water, air, earth, animals, suffocation, burning, drowning, falling, natural disasters, and hunting. Forget-me-not, shift of forgetfulness and amnesia.  Hopeful, White Wing of hopefulness, new starts and new life. And Life, of birth and life itself. All of them were so strange but only the black wings seemed to not look at me as though I was broken. Nightmare in particular seemed the most excepting, which makes since. His body is constantly changing from monster form to monster form. He is a monster, but he's a kind one. He's someone that you would look at and be scared and hate almost imminently, but he's almost the complete opposite. He's kind and quiet and usually sits in the corner and draws his own monsters. But how I can relate to him is how he draws the people around him as monsters. But the monster's he draws as humans and relates to them. And honestly, I completely agree with him. In truth only the monsters that don't hide aren't monster's. But we all are in truth. And finally I was told that I could pick which position in the court I wanted and I suggested some thing completely new. Four Arch's that would represent the thing that would be the end of our world and other worlds. And they agreed. After which I began working for the court and preparing for when the world itself would be ready to get pass the pre-set. But then War needed to mess with my head even further. Because after I asked for someone to help me get the world ready, someone that would help me and stay determined throughout it all. So she assigned Arch angle, Black wing, Determined. Or as I had known her as when we were alive, Eliza. And I was so happy it was overwhelming. But when I looked at her she said, "what are looking at? Just because we've never met it doesn't mean you can boss me around. And just because I'm a women doesn't mean that I'm gonna fall for you. Now lets get to work." ...She didn't rember me. Nor the pre-set... I think you can understand why I'm not the happiest to be an arch angel, even less so one that can remember something that hardly no one can even recall... And that's my side of the story. Pollution will be next...