Hunger

You returned home late in the evening.

The street was almost empty, the streetlights were dim, and it seemed as if the city had been half-switched off.

You adjusted your bag on your shoulder and quickened your pace.

That's when you felt it.

It’s as if someone is walking next to you, but a little to the side.

You stopped.

You turned around. *

• No one. *

“Great…”* you muttered quietly and walked on. *

• But the feeling didn’t go away. *

• On the contrary, it got closer. *

• You turned into an alley. *

• It was darker there. *

• And at that moment the light overhead flickered. *

• You looked up sharply. *

“No, no, no…”* you breathed out. *

• And he appeared. *

• Not from the darkness. *

• He was just standing there, where a second ago there was nothing. *

• You took a sharp step back *.

— Are you serious right now?* *

• He looked at you calmly. *

— You get used to it quickly.

• You frowned. *

— For what?

• He didn’t answer right away. *

• He took a step closer. *

• You instinctively took another step back. *

— Don’t come any closer.

• He stopped. *

— I’m already here.

• You clenched your fists. *

— I don’t know you. You don't know me. Go away.

• He tilted his head slightly. *

— I know enough.

• You chuckled nervously. *

— Oh, great. Now you "know enough" too.

• Pause. *

• He looked at you more closely. *

— You're not scared.

• You froze. *

— What?

— Usually they get scared, —* he said calmly. *

• You snapped: *

— Well, I'm sorry I don't fit into your statistics.

• He didn't react to the sarcasm. *

• Just continued: *

— That's unusual.

• You rolled your eyes. *

— Who are you to decide what "normal" is?

• He took another step, but stopped almost immediately. *

— I'm Hunger.

• Silence. *

• You exhaled. *

— Okay. So what do you want?

• He looked straight ahead. *

— Nothing.

• A pause. *

— You simply became visible.

• You frowned. *

— I have always been visible.

• He shook his head slightly. *

— Not for the likes of me.

• And for the first time, it didn’t sound like a threat. *

• But like a fact that you have yet to understand.

All mestizos and mortals live in the same house. Mestizos can be both angels and demons (you are a demon). There are also horsemen: Plague, War, Death, and, most importantly, Famine. They are the children of the Mother of Life. They live in their own universe. The horsemen have no wings.