After walking for a while Death started to pick up pace. Soon he was running. He leaped up into the air and Despair grew from the ground underneath him. Death fell to mount his horse and charged towards the woods ahead. He slowed his horse to a steady trot and looked around the trees for his brother.

"Strife, I know you're watching." Death called into the expanse of trees. He heard something land behind him with a soft thud, he turned his steed to face it. Strife stood looking up at Death through the holes of his helmet.

"What has the council said?" Strife asked in a bored tone. Death hesitated for a moment. He sighed.

"They have assigned us to watch over a nephilim child." Death answered. A spark of surprise appeared in Strife's eyes.

"Why would they assign us to care of a nephilim child, rather than killing it like the others?" Death sighed deeply.

"Because this child... is my daughter." Death replied, his voice very grim. It took Dtrife a few seconds to digest what Death just said. He was thinking to say something witty, but the look on his brother's face made him think twice.

"Well... Atleast you can... be with her again..." Strife said awkwardly, not sure what to say. After a few moments silence, Strife's voice sounded once again,

"I'll tell War. Uh... go back to her..." He volunteered, moving his hands to rest on his guns. Death nodded his thanks and made his way out of the forest.