Conquest has been alive for a very long time, and in that time he's seen and thought many things. But he was pretty sure this was the first time he really questioned what the hell Death was going at.

Letting out yet another frustrated sigh he cracked a golden eye open, looking out to where War was trying to teach the mortals proper battle worthy moves, "I think being locked away has messed something up with Death." He said this to Famine, who was watching everything with a blasé look on her face as she read a book, "And are you guys sure these are the only people we have?"

The gaunt woman snorted, eyes crinkling up with contained laughter, "As sure as I am thin brother dear, this is the army you have to work with."

"Barely four of them know how to use a sword properly!" Conquest moaned in despair, dragging his hands down his face with a groan, "By the Universe you guys really want me dead."

He let out a yelp when a rock was thrown into his lap, looking up he saw Pestilence with a smirk, "What was that for Len?"

"A warning!" Called the other blonde, eyes shining with amusement as he cackled.

The younger brother straightened up, glaring at the shorter, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're making fun of fetuses you fool!" Cried Pestilence, pointedly ignoring the offended sounds coming from the group behind him, "And I'm warning you not to do it again! Or I'm telling Death!"

"From the cabin said horseman yelled out, "There's a thing known as windows you know! And, fun fact, you can open them!" Conquest's eyes widened at the implications, "Yes that means I heard what you said Con!" A second later Death was standing in front of Conquest, glowing orb-eyes glowering down at the armored man, "And who ever said they all needed to be master sword fighters to be able to win?" 

"They'll die," insisted the golden eyed blonde, "They aren't prepared for this! How can they kill Fallacy if they can't swing a sword?"

Death laughed, the sound airy and echoey, "Conquest, darling brother mine, whoever said the only way to kill was with a blade and a swing?" Not waiting for a reply they grabbed the man's chin and turned him to look out on the makeshift training field, or more specifically at Tango. Conquest was confused for all of five seconds before the group of dummies around the fire elemental caught on fire from the circle of flames that appeared under them on the ground. "See? Just as deadly, if not more so. And sure, the final blow will color your golden blade rosier, but that does not mean every other blow has to be like it." Happy with what they've said Death walked off, back to the house and to whatever they were working on before they came out. And just to show up Conquest just that little more they touched one of the trees at the clearing edge, and in a second it, and a lot of area around it, shriveled up and died. Leaving behind a withered area of vegetation, and there were even some particles floating around. Tyrathon trotted up to the dead area and settled down happily, comfortable in the withered area.

Back in the cabin Death once more settled down on the couch, enjoying being able to spread out on the entire thing. From the kitchen table Alastor regarded the horseman, breakfast mostly forgotten, "You're supposed to be a powerful being representing death, right?" Death hummed and affirmative, glancing over to where the blonde was sitting, "Then...can you tell me why I'm still alive?"

"I don't know." Alastor balked at the answer, magenta eyes wide as they regarded the dark clad being. What did they mean, how could they not know? It was in their name for fucks sake! "Don't give me that look child, remember that you're not in my good books."

"Then why not kill me?" The wolf asked despite himself, and cursed himself as soon as the last letter left his mouth. God you don't give people more powerful than you ideas like this!

Death let him play out his inner dilemma for a few seconds before talking again, "You're not worth the paperwork," their voice then turned serisu, "And because death isn't a good punishment for what you've done, it usually isn't a good punishment for most things. To kill you would be backwards, since if you were meant to die you already would be." They sat up and stood up, walking towards the wounded wolf. A few feet away they stopped and looked him in the eyes, Alastor returning the favor out of sheer stubbornness and unwillingness to lose, "Look I have no clue why Varity let you live, nor do I really care. As long as you keep in line and don't do anything bad you can do whatever you may wish."

Alastor narrowed his eyes, "And if I don't?"

"Well," Death leaned down, being careful to avoid touching anything with his bare hands, "you'll just have to wait and see then, won't you?"

"You don't expect me to do as warned?" Growled Alastor, ear flicking in irritation, "How dumb can you be."

It was only when the air grew chilly and an eerie laugh echoed out that he faltered in his words. Death leaned in close, close enough that he could see black skin with hints of white at certain points on it, and snapped out at him, "To be frank I don't expect you to live. Maybe you'll stay, maybe you'll run, but I care not for your cowardice. You can run from the Vex, from your sins, from Fallacy, but whatever happens your fate will not matter." Death made a phantom hand tilt Alastor's head up and hold it there for them to continue their tirad, "What matters to me is to get my kid back, your survival is not included in that list. But," the horseman took a deep breath, it having gone a bit heavy after his tyrad, "that doesn't mean you can't redeem yourself."

"I'll never be one of the good guys." Sniffed Alastor, suddenly very interested in his toast, "Not after the intentions I've had, and what I've done for them."

"You will not be a good guy, be it by title or nature." Agreed Death softly, letting go of Alastor's face gently. They went back to the couch and settled down comfortably again, "But that doesn't mean you have to be the bad guy. There is always gray, and I think it's where you'll fit right at home."

The wolf looked up at them with a hysterical chuckle, the sound slightly deadpanned, "Is this some weird way of saying 'I'm not going to kill you'? Am I being forgiven?"

"No." Death answered immediately, not even hesitating a second, "I can't forgive you, I wasn't affected, so it's not my place to redeem you in that regard. What I am doing is telling you that you can still live on and have a life. And all you have to do is to simply accept you've done wrong and face the consequences."

"The Vex will kill me!" Alastor hissed, hand finding its way to the broken necklace resting on his chest, "Me going there will be my end!"

"Not if I vouch for you." Alastor whirled around, much to the displeasure of his still healing wounds, and met the face of Scar. His dumbstruck expression must have been enough for the scarred man to continue talking, "You helped us get out, without you we'd still be asleep and stuck in a cell. And if you can help us with the attack then, and only then, will I help you avoid a harsh sentencing."

"You'd do that, for me?" He whispered, not really believing what he was hearing, "Wh-why? I nearly killed you."

The brunette shrugged, "You were scared, I can see that now, scared and under the belief that your actions were right. You've spent years building a life around that belief and now you're tearing your own walls down again, you're rebuilding your life, if I can help then I will."

"But Cub-?"

Scar let out a chuckle, walking over he placed a hand on the sitting ex-Vex's shoulder, "Cub will probably never forget what you did, nor will he be friendly with you, but this is not his decision to make. It's mine. And I'm deciding to help, will you accept that?" He held out a hand, palm open to Alastor. 

It took the hurt man to decide, but finally he took the hand and shook it, "If I survive this, then I will gladly accept your help." After a few seconds of silence he whispered out, barely so anyone could hear, "Thank you Scar, thank you so much."

"No worries, I'm just happy I can help." Smiled Scar, gently patting him on the back. Just as he was walking back out he suddenly turned around, "Oh! Right, Iagos said he wants you out in the lake, said it might help you to be out there."

"Tell him I'll be out in a few minutes, I need to finish a few things here first."

And with that Scar was gone. Alastor looked up and over at Death, studying the horsemen just as he had when they first started talking, "What will you need my help with?"

Death gave out a laugh, much lighter than the two from before, "At the moment? That you heal. We'll tell you what we need when you're better. Now go, I believe you've been called."

Alastor finished his toast before going up and heading out, taking a blanket with home. And so Death was alone, free to finally take a nap. A well deserved nap at that.

<Woo! Another chapter done and dusted! (naming chapters are still the hardest parts) Today we do a lot of Alastor, and Death too! And, as some may be able to tell, things are nearing their ends! Our hero's are getting ready and shit is getting done :3 Also, I did a little drawing I thought you guys might enjoy, so here!

Tada! A wolf boy! And yes, I gave him freckles. I feel like he'd like nice with them and he did!

And that's all! So stay safe, have a wonderful time, and feel free to comment!>