The darkness faded, and I found myself in a fiery place. I wore the same armour I had when I was killed, only now it wasn't scuffed up with battle damage, and it was shiny. My black bladed sword still hung from my side, and I grew worried at the sights around me. "What is this place?" I demanded, shouting into the area around me. "Welcome to hell." I heard a voice say from behind me. I spun around, and a man wearing a black suit walked through the fire without being harmed towards me. "Why am I here?" I asked. "Because of all your sins. Formost is wrath." the man answered. "Where is everyone?" I asked. "Elsewhere. You are here because of the actions in your past, however, I am giving you a chance to redeem yourself." the man said. "What? Who are you? What is this place?" I questioned, but the man shook his head and clasped his hands behind his back. "The answers will be revealed to you in time. Untill then, I'd like you to meet some associates of mine." the man said, waving his arm towards the flames. I heard hoofbeats that roared like thunder, and four horsemen charged through the fire and stopped before me. One of the horsemen wore a golden suit of armour and rode upon a white horse. He carried a longbow, with a quiver of arrows strapped to his back. "This is Pestilence." the man said, motioning towards the man on the white horse. The second horsemen wore a suit of chain mail, with a black surcoat over it. He wore a steel helmet and had a claymore strapped to his back. The horse he rode upon was red, and was also clad in some armour. "This is War." the man said, waving towards the man on the red horse. The third horsemen was a shriveled old man riding upon a black horse. In his wrinkled hand he held a set of scales, and his eyes were brimmed with redness. "This is Famine." the man said, waving his arm towards the old man on the black horse. The last horseman rode upon a pale horse. He wore a hooded black cloak, and through the hood I could barely make out his skull face. In his hand he held a scythe, which was clenched in a bony fist. "This is Death, and together, they are the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse." the man said, and the Four Horsemen nodded at their names being spoken. "What am I to do?" I asked. "If you truly beleive you do not belong here in my fiery wasteland, then you are to join my horsemen and complete several tasks with them to prove yourself." the man said, and then pointed his finger at me. A bright light surrounded me, and it flashed momentarily, but when it was finished, I felt odd. My vampiric fangs were gone, as was the paleness of my skin. My black suit of armour had been turned into a suit of gleaming white armour, and my black bladed sword had been turned into a regular steel bladed sword. Another white horse trotted out to meet me, which I climbed onto the back of. "Go, my horsemen. Prove your worth Marius." the man said before he walked into a wall of flame and was gone. The Four Horsemen galloped off across the fiery wasteland, and I kicked up my horse, struggling to keep up, wondering what awaited me now.