[ WP ] You are one of the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse . As the time approaches to wipe out all life on earth you have a change of heart and decide to lead a rebellion .

`` No,'' I said, standing from dark-black chair at a large round table existing in a plane beyond the reach of man, `` I wo n't do it.'' I continued as I watched the faces of the ones I called comrades drop. `` But it is our duty-'' Pestilence began, `` To hell with our duty!'' I interjected, `` Do you not see what the humans can achieve? They could be better than any God if we simply give them time.'' `` What you speak of is blasphemy and mutiny!'' bellowed Death as he rose from his chair, his long and tattered cloak flowing dramatically despite the lack of wind, `` You can not honestly be serious, War.'' He stared at me, his eyes glowing a deep red yet I stood my ground. `` The humans for centuries have done our jobs better than we have,'' I said, slamming my fist on the table with such force that it surprised me somewhat when it did n't move, `` They cause more death than you do, Death. More War than I could ever instigate. More disease than Pestilence could even fathom and more famine than Famine could ever create.'' `` Exactly why they should be destroyed!'' Death retored, his temper flaring as usual. `` You're afraid are n't you,'' I began, a certain smugness crept into my voice as a thought dawned on me, `` You're worried that modern medicene will eventually render you moot.'' Death paused before responding, and I knew I had dealt a deadly blow, `` Whether or not I am afraid does not matter! I did not give the order!'' he continued to yell. `` You did n't give the order, yes, therefore you need n't follow it.'' I said. `` That's not how orders work...'' said Famine, a bored tone to his voice. He was well used to Death and mine's bickering. I ignored him and continued, `` You could show compassion for once, Death. The humans gave you purpose, Death, you could at least offer them something in return.'' Death sat back down, `` You do n't understand, War. Either path I take renders my job useless. Like you said, if the humans live they'll eventually outdo me,'' I saw him smirk evily under his cowl and I felt then I would never convince him, `` So I may as well go out with a bang.'' I glanced at Pestilence, but he simply nodded towards Death. My glance to Famine was shrugged off disinterestedly. I pushed my chair out further from the table and made my way to the door of the mostly blank room. `` You'll never be able to stop it,'' called Death like a smug victor as I opened the door, `` The humans will perish and should you side with them so too shall you.'' I refused to give him the satisifaction of a rebutal and simply stepped through the door way and slammed the door behind me. 
 
 The rest of the building was constructed in the style of an old castle. Dark, damp and cold with torches adorning the walls. Other than three now surely deep in conversation in the blank plotting room the castle was empty. I made my way down one of the many spiral staircases to the courtyard and crossed it unchallenged. The sky was permanently overcast and the wind never blew here. I did n't even glance back as I waved my hand to open the keep gates. The only other building in this desolate expanse was the stables with a design matching the time period of the keep. I marched down the gentle incline to where my horse was kept: a black mare with fiery eyes. As I saddled him I contemplated injuring the others' horses, but felt that was an insult too great. Instead I simply mounted the horse and took off at a gallop to the human lands. If they were going to survive they would need my aid; perhaps the manifestation of war could thwart the apocolypse.
