"It's about Whisper." Death pushed.

"I know of how you two are getting.. closer..." Death said. 'So thats what this is about...' Fear thought to himself.

"I don't have any power to tell Whisper that you can't be her mate, but I wanted to tell you some things you should know first." Death said. Fears eyes widened. 'Whisper taking me as a mate?'

"I want to give you some rules while you're on this mission. I want you to make sure that nothing happens to her, if she comes back with anything negative, I will hold you accountable. And I can't lose her like I did her mother. I don't want you to go through that of which I did." Death explained. Fear nodded, intrigued by the story.

"Can you tell me more? More about her mother?" Fear asked cautiously. Deaths orange eyes looked away from him with regret.

"I lost Luar before the battle over eden. It was after Whisper had gone through the aging of nephilim and became 8 years old." Death said.

"When we went to seek power from the charred council, and they told us to kill our kin, I tried to convince them into letting Whisper join. They refused, saying she was to young and Innocent." Death ran a hand through his black hair. Fear nodded, giving Death silent encouragment.

"I was forced to make her stay with the other nephilim. Luar made me promise when she died in my arms to protect her. I failed that promise when I nearly cut her in half during the battle." Death said grimly. Fears eyes were wide in shock. 'How did Whisper live?' Fear wondered.

"H.. How did Whisper live?" Fear asked gently.