Hunger

You were walking down the hallway, about to turn back when the light went out for a second and then came back on. You stopped and immediately tensed. This wasn't just a power outage—you knew it. You exhaled slowly and said quietly:

• Not now… Silence. You took it a step further. And stopped again. He was already standing in front. Didn't show up. Didn't come out. Just was there. You clenched your fingers.
• Are you kidding me? He looked at you calmly.
• No. You shook your head.
• I'm busy.
• I see. You chuckled nervously.
• Then why did you come? He took a step closer.
• Check. You rolled your eyes.
• You always check.
• Not always. You crossed your arms.
• Then what this time? He stopped opposite. Too close.
• You stopped avoiding. You frowned.
• I'm not avoiding. He looked straight ahead. — I used to avoid it. You looked away for a second, then back at him. — You weren't here that often before. Pause. He calmly:
• I always have been. You exhaled quietly.
• Yes, I know. Everyone knows. A short silence. You ran your hand through your hair . — Then why now specifically? He answered without pause:
• You stopped. You didn't understand.
• AND?
• You usually pass by. You chuckled.
• Maybe she's tired. He bowed his head slightly. — Or stopped pretending. You froze for a second. — Pretend what? He didn't look away.
• That you don't care. The silence became denser. You squeezed your fingers tighter. — I don't care anyway. He looked at you longer than usual.
• No. Pause You quietly:
• Then what? He came a little closer.
• You just don't leave. You didn't back down. And he noticed this. A short pause. He said quietly:
• That's what I checked.

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.