New Chapters

Another character intro, unrelated to the previous one.

He hated living. Every minute was a torture unimaginable. He doubted anything on the planet wanted to die more than he. But he couldn't. He was tragically chained to the monstrous thing known as life. Everyday, the sun would wake and mock him as it dredged across the sky.

He had been born beyond the touch for the Four Riders. Death, Pestilence, War, and Famine. None could touch him. By the time he was in his mid-twenties he realized the depth of his burden. At that time, he had no roots. He had never known his parents and love was still unknown to him. Realizing his gift, he left his home in London and travelled the newly established Silk Road. He spent years just wandering, experiencing countless civilizations. Some would only live on in his memory as the rest of the world forgot. This was when his curse had seemed like a gift. It seemed like a genuine opportunity to do right by the world. But nature abhors an abomination and fate had nothing but cruelty lying in wait for him. The one thing his countless years could not teach him was to guard his heart. He loved. He loved more than any other man before him because he understood it more than anyone else possibly could. But the cold world's practicality tore him from his family each and every time. Each time, a little bit of his humanity sunk into the abyss where his body could not follow.

He just couldn't take it anymore.

"No more. Please God no more!" he screamed, cursing the being who gave him this blighted existence. His handsome face twisted into a savage grin. "They'll have to find a way to kill me. Someone will find a way. After all...nothing motivates the human race like the fear of death." He pushed the button.

Screams of the innocent filled the air. Inhuman sounds wracked his frame. Half laugh, half sob. He couldn't help but envy them their painful ends.

He just couldn't start anymore new chapters. Not after Emma.