The Apocalypse was over. Earth was nothing but a smoldering mass of debris and corpses. The Hellguard had won the war, the humans not putting up much of a fight and the Horsemen killing indiscriminately. As the Hellguard returned to the White City, a strange glowing bluish white rune appeared underneath Death and he disappeared. Death awakened to the sight of small, colorful horses. Oh, how his day did not go his way.

Just something some people wanted me to do.