The end of days

War took up the Death card and threw it to the ground a final portal opened and a hooded creature rode out. Death was dressed in a black robe and carried a scythe which was giving off a feeling a dread to all in his presence. His Steed was little more than a pile of bones held together by some ungodly power. He hissed at the others and they seemed to understand him together they rode out to Tandy Park. With the arrival of the final shade and most powerful horseman the black cloud covered the whole of the earth blocking out all sunlight and spreading the evil plague across the globe. Everywhere plants where dying, people half dead and crazed where ripping each other apart, animals and people where dropping dead of their own accord birds fell out of the sky, fields where full of rotting meat and the worst was yet to come. With all four horsemen together in one place the very being of reality was weakened, they started chanting in a language unheard on any plane for millennia. The ground was cracking and lava bubbled up from deepest part of the Earth. The shades where close to the end of their chant and ended with "Witness mortals the rising of our master, he shall once again feast on your souls, GADRELHAN". A huge fissure rent the sky and an enormous monster a melding of his four loyal shades descended. As he landed the ground cracked away as if it could not bear the daemons touch and he was left walking on the magma as if it was a pleasant pool. Master we give ourselves to you shouted the shades and they were pulled inside daemon. With his servants absorbed Apocalypses power was increased infinitely and he spread the plague throughout the galaxy planet after planet was consumed until there was no life remaining so Apocalypse set of for the next and the next and the next after that. But in this universal destruction there was still one slim hope for the survival of life.