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.