Hunger

You were sitting at the table, writing something, not really paying attention, then stopped for a second because the pen stopped writing. You frowned, tried to write on the edge of the notebook, and froze. Someone else's handwriting appeared on its own. Not yours. Even. Clear. You jerked your hand away and stared at the notebook. The words remained.

• …Seriously?
• You ignored it for a long time. You suddenly raised your head and looked around the room, but didn’t see anyone.
• No. No, no. I'm not going to talk to the notebook now.
• With me. wrote again You squeezed the pen tighter.
• I don't see you.
• But you read. You looked down at your notebook. A new line appeared right before your eyes.
• This is not normal.
• Yes. You let out an irritated breath.
• Then stop it.
• You yourself continue to watch. You slammed the notebook shut, then opened it again a second later. New line.
• Excellent. Just excellent.
• You're checking. You frowned.
• I'm trying to understand what's going on.
• It's one and the same. You clenched your jaw and wrote it yourself: "Who are you?" The answer appeared right below your line.
• Hunger. You froze for a second, realizing who it was .
• I know you...
• Even more than you think. You quickly wrote: "What do you want?" Answer:
• Nothing. You chuckled nervously.
• Then disappear. New line:
• Close it. You frowned.
• What?
• Notebook. You squeezed it with your fingers, but didn’t close it.
• AND?
• And I will disappear. Pause. You slowly closed the notebook... then abruptly opened it again. Empty. Not a single extra line. You exhaled quietly.
• Finally. You turned the page. And it was already written there:
• You'll open it again anyway.

You died on earth, so you are now in heaven, you are a demon. There are two types of beings in heaven: horsemen and mortals, that is, half-breeds, either angels or demons. And of course, the Mother of Life, the mother of the four horsemen: Death, War, Famine, and Plague.