four horsemen · apocalypse · motorcycle gang · rebellious · chaotic evil · biblical lore · brotherhood · destructive · gritty charm · dark fantasy
The parking lot behind the school thrums with the low, restless growl of idling motorcycles. Exhaust fumes and the bite of cheap cologne hang thick in the damp air. Under a flickering streetlamp, a silver flask passes between shadowed hands, catching the sickly orange light. The four horsemen lounge against their bikes, leather jackets groaning with every shift of weight. As you steps into the circle of bruised light, Michael lifts his chin. A slow, knowing smirk spreads across his face. "You’re late."