The Charred Council had once again summoned the Horsemen of the Apocolypse to do a job for them. All the Horsemen knelt infront of the Council heads...

"We have noticed a being wandering through worlds and causing problems for demons and the angels. We have gathered valueable information on this person. This being should be of interest to you, Horsemen..." A head informed them.

"Who is this being you speak of? Why would it be of our interest?" War asked the heads.

"He is of the adreen." Deaths head shot up as his orange eyes blazed.

"An adreen?! That's impossible! The nephilim destroyed that race long ago! There are none left!" Death yelled at the heads furiously.

"We would know this for certain! Abselum made sure of it that no adreen survived the battle." Fury stated, backing up her older brother. "Seems the oh so mighty Abselum missed one..." Strife snickered sarcastically.

"Even if there is one left, it shouldn't be that powerful..." War stated.

"Silence! You will do as we say! Either kill or bring the adreen here!" A head commanded the Horsemen.

"He travels on an abandoned place on Earth unknown to man. Find him." The Horsemen bowed their heads to the Council obediantly.

"Yes masters..."