WHAT IS THIS ABOUT LADS AS THE HORSEMEN?!?
– Michael, obviously, with the great sword. All rage and
righteousness, vicious bloodshed and needless chaos.
Pestilence – Gavin. The most ambiguously translated horseman, who’s been good and bad and desperately rotten, who wears a crown, uses a bow, and ruins from the inside out.
Famine – Jeremy. Devastating need and calculated misery, slow and unseen and terrifyingly unavoidable.
Death – Ray. Cold and quiet and always waiting. Not quite corporeal, the closest to Hades, to the Reaper, unarmed yet still inherently lethal.