The Story
It all began when the first seal was broken. The heavens trembled, and the riders of darkness were unleashed. War, Famine, Death, and the Conqueror now ride the world without mercy.But in the ashes of a shattered world, one rose who did not kneel. The Apocalipso Rider.
The Apocalypse has begun.
When the seals were breaking, it wasn’t the sound of a simple crack.
It was the sound of blow tearing through the fabric of the world- through the very heart of humanity.
From the dark fissures, one by one, the riders of darkness set out on their march.
They were not human.
These were not warriors you could stop with a sword.
They were forces without mercy, spirits as ancient as sin itself.
Each horseman bears the symbol of his own ruin:
one with a bow, one with a sword, one with scales, and one with the shadow of death.
They do not bring a challenge — they bring the end.
They do not seek battle — they demand submission.
Their names are whispered on the winds of ruined cities:
Conquest. War. Famine. Death.
So take a good look at who’s coming.
Know who is tearing your worlds apart.
Know who you must stand against.

Conqueror – The White Horse
He does not arrive with an army behind him.He brings no war cries, no clash of swords.He comes in silence — with a false light that promises peace.In his hand, a bow without an arrow — a symbol of victory without battle.His gaze pierces through nations, breaks the will of kings, and erases borders without firing a single shot.The Conqueror does not burn cities to the ground. He burns truths.Wherever he rides, people hand over their keys willingly, believing they have been saved.He does not ask for your weapons — he asks for your heart.And when you give it, all that remains is silence. Silence without freedom. Silence without hope.
War – The Red Horse
When the second seal breaks, the earth ceases to breathe in whispers.He comes without words. He does not negotiate.War enters cities and fields like a fire without beginning or end.In his hand, a sword as vast as judgment itself — a blade that divides brother from brother, neighbor from neighbor.Wherever he rides, nation rises against nation. Promises turn into betrayal. Love turns into hatred.He knows no victors. He knows no defeated. All who remain carry his mark in their eyes.His goal is not to destroy cities. His power lies in breaking human hearts.


Famine – The Black Horse
When the third seal breaks, the world does not vanish in fire. It fades in silence.Famine does not scream, does not march.He whispers through barren fields, crawls down streets where markets once overflowed, and enters homes where hope once lived.In his hand, he carries scales — a cold reminder that bread and water now cost a life.Wherever he rides, people do not die by the sword, but by an unseen hand that tightens and tightens until the heart stops.His power is not in killing. His power is in watching us die slowly, by our own hands.
Death – The Pale Horse
When the fourth seal breaks, darkness does not fall like a storm.Darkness rides.Death comes without haste. Without cries, without sound.His horse is pale — the color of lifeless earth.Death carries no weapon in his hand. His weapon is the silence that follows all things.Wherever he passes, the ground ceases to give life. The air grows heavy. The light fades, and time simply stops.No one can outsmart him. No one can outrun him.He does not wage wars. He closes the book.

Apocalipso Rider — The Last Hope in a World on Fire
When the light is gone, one path still remains.
When the fifth seal was broken,
the souls of those who did not kneel before the darkness were seen.
Among them, one stood apart.
Not by words, but by deeds.
While the Four Horsemen were tearing the world apart,
he did not seek refuge.
He mounted his steed of steel,
and rode out against those who bring death.
Apocalipso Rider — a witness of light in a time of darkness.
His battle was not for power, but for souls.
With every movement,
With every exhale of his electronic cigarette,
he bears witness:
Hope does not die with the fall of the world.
It lives in those who do not surrender.
