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A/N: My friend begged for me to continue the childhood one-shot and make it into a story about the horsemen's childhood, so I am and I'm going to add it onto the one-shot so you know what I'm talking about. Hope you enjoy I guess.
Childhood
Need to know- In my story, Death starts as a two year old because the nephilim age so fast, so he is mentally and physically, lets say, a 4 year old. I know its weird way to do their ages, but I have a plan for why I did this.
Prologue
"Death, come here! We have news!" Alocer, Death's father called. Death, a 2 year old nephilim boy walked out of his room and down the hall.
"What is it?" Death asked when he stepped out into the living room. He saw his father, a man whose features he had gotten most of except for his white hair. His mother, Agony, was sitting on the couch next to his father, her face bright and excited, her black hair in a ponytail.
"You're going to have a brother or a sister." She announced happily. Death blinked.
"I could have a brother? Or a sister?" He asked.
"Yes Death!" His mother cheered and hugged him, her name not matching her personality.
"I'm going to have a sibling?" Death asked, a smile starting on his face. Alocer pulled his wife off of him and had her sit back down.
"Yes, it will be your responsibility to help us take care of them. Protect them is a better word to use." Alocer said.