"Violence~." Famine whistled and raised an eyebrow. That hardly ever happened because usually the starving were too weak to fight, or they had fought, but he'd missed it because he hadn't been paying attention to them. Another explanation for the quick decline of standard human social rules was sitting at his table.
Nyx was nothing like the other Greek god he'd met recently - the one who made his lab implode - but she seemed to be having the same effect on him. Sans the nervous jitters, of course.
"It can't be helped. They are the most favoured among the creatures of the old man's creation, after all, and they know it." A shadow ghosted across the Horseman's face. These mindless beings? Really?
There was a loud crash coming from the kitchen. The sounds of chaos unfolded from behind the doors. Finally, it affected them as well. The anorexic blonde had abandoned her attempts at lady-like eating and was gnawing at the piece of chicken in her hand. If she kept going like that, she'd bite off her own fingers.
"How far do you think they'll go if their supply stops?" he purred, dragging his finger through the puddle surrounding his glass, and smirked at the Goddess of Night. "I've always wondered..."