Chapter 7
Uriel arrived back at the capital later that day. She rushed up the steps in search for War. She had important news to deliver to him. The Hellguard angel entered the corner door leading to the throne room where she saw War sitting in the large chair. He was watching dancers perform for him. He spotted Uriel from the corner of his eye.
"Why have you come to disturb me while I'm being entertained? Have you found Strife?"
"No, but my men and I discovered something else. Death is back." War snapped his head at Uriel. His face contorted into dark anger. He immediately stood and clapped twice, causing the dancers to stop.
"I've no need for your entertainment. Be gone." War commanded, his gaze never leaving Uriel. He waited until all the dancers had exited, leaving only the guards in attendance.
"Continue."
"Strife travels with him. I have my men combing the jungles and woods for them."
"And the hawk?" War asked.
"Hawk?" Uriel repeated, confused.
"There wasn't a hawk."
"There must be a hawk with them. A strong-willed hawk. Find them. Death and Strife are to be killed, but the hawk remains unharmed. If she is, then you will die. Now go." Uriel bowed before War and left. War turned to the guard standing in attendance.
"Get me Absalom."
