She could feel the rumbling coming deep underground. It was coming. War was almost at the doorway and the wicked ran at him. He didn't even blink as he swung his sword in a great arc and returned it to its place before the wicked had time to fall to the ground in pieces. She couldn't help but to be impressed, and she didn't impressed easily, but that thought quickly went away as War continued walking towards the warehouse in search of more enemies. 'C'mon, c'mon where are you?!' she screamed in her head as War approached, and then suddenly he stopped and looked around. Nevaeh knew why as the ashen ground started to shake. A giant shape rose from the sands and snaked its way towards War.
The horseman turned away to face the creature, this was her chance. Then the creature dived underground only to come out underneath War. An ashworm blasts from the ground sending the horseman flying, as soon as he was airborne she ran from her hiding place. The ashworm was far from its home and must be hungry to come out this far. As she ran across the road she peeked at the horseman already running back to the ashworm. This time he didn't hold back, the worm rose up and slammed its body down on the horseman hard enough to shake the buildings around them. She couldn't help herself but to stop and stare, her brain and body telling her to keep running but her curiosity got the better of her. He had to be crushed and she heard the giant worm roar in victory to confirm it, but it was short lived, through the cloud of dust she could make out a figure clinging to the underside of the creature.
The horseman was still alive! Quickly she hid under a fallen bridge as the worm shook violently trying to get him off, but War's grip held fast as he swung his sword, plunging it deep into the worm's body. The ashworm screamed in pain and dived back underground shaking off the horseman. War landed with a hard thump, and quickly recovered, sword raised, eyes scanning the ground for any movement to signal another attack, but instead of finding the worm he saw the half bloood and locked eyes with her.
Another string of curses ran through her mind for not finding a better hiding place and for not leaving when she had the chance to. War, forgetting about the worm for a moment, studied the cloaked figure in front of him. The humans were long gone and no demon was that small, yet he sensed a faint but familiar demonic presence. It could be another trap but he sensed no hostility. War started to move towards the figure when the ground started to shake bringing him back to reality as the ashworm came back to attack. War jumped out of the way in time and his sword gracefully arced over his head splitting the worm in two. As the beast lay dying and Chaoseater almost humming wanting more he turned back to the spot where the figure was standing only to see that it was gone. For some strange reason War felt as if he encountered this being before even though it's his first time back on earth for a century. "What are you waiting for?!" A noisy high-pitched voiced yelled at him. "We still have a long way to go to reach to ash lands so you can retrieve the heart for Samael" A dark blue-black humanoid figure suddenly appears from War's gauntlet. Its six green eyes glare at him as it legless body hovers to and fro and small wings twitch in anticipation. "Unless you want to get your revenge I suggest you keep moving" it hissed pointing a long boney finger at him. War anger started to boil but refrained from killing the creature. The watcher was bounded to him by the Charred Council and he must follow the council's orders…for now. As he continued his trek he couldn't help but to think back at the figure he saw, it felt too familiar in the back of his mind he knew what it was but his current mission was more important. So he let the feeling pass as he focused at his task.
As the giant steel doors locked behind her, she sank to the ground trying to catch her breath. She ran all the way and never looked back, she didn't check to see if the horseman was following her but for now it seems that she was safe. 'What were you thinking standing around like an idiot?!' She yelled at herself. Of all of the demons and monsters she faced there was a select few that can make her freeze like that, and now the horseman was one of them. As she walked down a dusty, long and dark hallway her mind drifted back to that moment. His striking blue-white eyes and long white hair was features you would see on an angel but that hard face and armored body was far from angelic. A Nephilim, Cerviel told her about them, the cursed union of angel and demon dust, created by the mad queen Lilith. Cerviel told her of the war the Nephilim raged across many worlds, killing many races before four of them decided that they needed to stop, and they became the enforcers of the Charred Council's law. And she just saw one of them. Shaking off a chill that crept up her spine she entered a dark room lighted by a few candles. The shadows flickered and danced across a body sitting in the middle of the room. Large bat like wings folded closed to his back, a long tail that ended in a spade laid curled to his side as he sat crossed legged outside of a glowing circle. A thin but muscular body sat straight with long white hair hanged down his face, eyes closed tight in concentration and lips muttering an incantation in a foreign language.
She sat on across from him kneeling down and bowed her head in respect. Finally taking off the dark hood and sighing a breath of relief. "You're back early" Cerviel finally said ending his meditation. "There was a change in plans and I had to reschedule." She replied closing her eyes. "You saw him didn't you?" Cerviel asked. Her silence confirmed his answer. "He will not hunt you down unless you give him a reason to, but if the others come before him then…" He didn't finish his sentence; he did not need to, as she already knew the answer. "You said that it was the Charred Council's order that half-bloods were a threat to the balance...but with the humans gone and the council's authority no longer has the same strength do you think there might be a chance they that will let us live?" There was a hint of hope in her voice. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he stood. "I do not know, the horsemen aren't known for their compassion, but they might be swayed if you can convince them that the half-bloods aren't a threat of any kind." "Wait me?!" She exclaimed jumping up. "Why me you know I can't do that." "Calm" Cerviel raised a hand quieting the young girl, "I know you are concerned and I would do this myself but he must see first-hand how they really are, and you are the only one who can do that." Cerviel turned to look at her knowing she wouldn't argue back. "…..You better be right about this" She finally said while walking away, shoulders tense as the thoughts swirled in her head. She knows he's right but won't give him the satisfaction of her leaving him in peace. "But if I die I swear I will haunt you until I've driven you mad." She exited the room slamming the large door behind her blowing out the candles, leaving the room in darkness.