Fury glanced at Death as he stood up. She saw his eyes starting to burn with anger and knew an arguement was coming.

Death took a step forward and pointed an accusing finger at the council, starting to protest and argue with them. Fury sighed and looked to the girl.

Her brows dented as she saw her breathing was uneven and strained. Since the council was distracted, Fury moved toward the child and lifted her up.

She brushed away her dark locks to reveal her face. This was definitely her. Fury never thought she would see her dear neice again after what had happened...

She closed her eyes and pulled the girl close to her chest and took a deep breath. Fury lifted her neice's limp body up in her arms and walked to Death, facing the council.

"The Horsemen will watch over this child." Fury announced loudly to stop their bickering. Death looked at her, his hand still in the air. He saw the girl in his sister's arms and looked away from her pale face.

"Good. Take her to your home. Train her." Death crossed his arms and glared at the council angrily. Fury walked past him, a portal to thei r home realm awaiting them. Death made sure the heads acknowledged his glare before turning away.

He passed through the portal, having to close his eyes to calm himself down.

When Death crossed over, Fury motioned her head to a large field.

"Get Strife and War. I'm sure they will want to see her. I'll take her inside and fix her up." Fury said softly. Death sighed and looked at his daughter. He reached out and gingerly ran a knuckle over her cheek.

"Make sure she is comfortable." Death whispered. Fury nodded and moved away.

Death waited a few moments before he to turned away and starting to cross the field.