Dr Raven Sable better known as FAMINE (rev_66) wrote in parabolical,
Famine had left his limousine parked not far from the book store. He liked walking as he liked slim black things, it made him lose pounds and be thinner. He was dressed in black as usual, suit, shoes, ties and shirt. The sleek line of his clothes was broken by a small bulge in his left jacket pocket, his hand closed security in the precious content that lord Death had given to him: a pair of brass scales.
As the day went, it was sunny; no sign of disasters coming on the way in spite of the increasing cases of poisoning, rioting and malnutrition were increasing. He smiled to himself, very briefly, the smile of pure satisfaction about a job well done. The next step was soon to come.
His attention drifted at window of the book shop the while he was walking pass it. There was a woman reading the New Testament. She didn’t look like a member of any religious order or a Christian institution to need to do that type of research. Halting his steps, the Horseman turned to enter to the store. There was a ding as the silver bell tolled announcing a new customer making their way inside.
“Excuse me,” he asked to the old man behind the counter. “I was looking for the New Testament, in Greek language.”