<strong>Name: Famine (http://image.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/122689/122689,1234861828,3/stock-photo-attractive-purple-haired-girl-in-glasses-25105390.jpg)</strong><br/><strong>Location: Krum Farms</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Open</strong><br/><br/>Night allowed Famine to work her magic in the fields. Disguised as a farm hand, she walked happily down the lines of potatoes, lettuce and various other vegetables and fruits with a watering can, happily singing as she sprinkled water upon the rows. However, to the casual observer, this simply looked like a farm hand doing some late-night tending, which really wasn't all that strange. Someone was always watching the crops, so this looked natural. Refilling the water can at a nearby stream, she waved her hand over the can and smiled. "Okay, pretty little plants... I want you to all grow up wilted and decayed for boss man's march on the city!" With a childish chuckle, she continued to water, happily spreading her taint.<br/><br/>Famine was a unique 'demon'. While technically a demon, Famine was what was referred to as a member of the Four. The Four was a group of what Heaven believed to be 'necessary evils' in the human realm. They were War, Famine, Pestilence and Death. Without War, Man's faith cannot be tested. Without Famine, Man's perseverance cannot be tested. Without Pestilence, Man's ingenuity cannot be tested; and without Death, Man's soul cannot be reclaimed. They cannot be killed, nor is it legal for angels to do so. They can be driven off, yes... but never killed.<br/><br/>---<br/><strong>Pestilence (http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkjbc9RXW81qbqb3yo1_500.jpg)</strong><br/><strong>Location: Barn</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Open</strong><br/><br/>As her sister worked her own magic with the fields, Pestilence dressed herself up as another farm hand and slipped into the barns to see to the cows and other animals. Through her long-sleeved linen shirt, she went down the line of cows and pigs, petting them gently. "Aw... such beautiful creatures... it really is a pity I have to kill you all." She smiled and planted a kiss on the hindquarter of a cow. "Oh, but don't be sad! It's for the advancement of Master's plan! Don't worry... I'll make it fast." Reaching into her linen shirt, she pulled out a most grotseque spider (http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/217/7/0/black_yellow_poison_spider_by_Eureka747.jpg), and held it to her face, petting it like it was her pet. "There, there, Annabelle... you'll get to have some fun after all..." She placed the spider on the cow's head and patted it's back end. "Go on. Go on, girl. Do your thing." The spider took a few steps forward on the cow's nose before it paused. As the cow happily chewed it's cud, the spider slipped into it's mouth, and down it's throat.<br/><br/>She went down the line to each cow and repeated the process, each with a different kind of spider, each with it's own name. Before long, cows and pigs were falling over dead from poison and other reasons. When the farm hands would come and check on them in the morning... they would get a most gruesome surprise. For not only were the animals dead... they were also egg sacks... ones that would break open by morning tomorrow.