Chapter 10
Just after dawn, Death sat on his horse waiting. A bird's screech erupted the calm morning as it flew to its master and landed on his left hand.
"Good morning." He said cheerfully, a new mood for him after these three long years.
"Shall we find Strife?"
Strife spotted a handful of Hellguard angels at the bottom of a hill. Their tents were still up and fire from last night was being put out. It would be foolish to go in that direction so he decided to head back, but if he did that, he'll risk running into Death. Well, running into Death now was better than Lord War's soldiers.
He crawled backwards and bumped into something. It wasn't hard enough to be a boulder or anything natural. It was a person. He only glanced back before he was yanked off the ground and dragged to the camp below to the group leader, Abaddon.
"Abaddon, we've captured the nephilim, Strife."
"Good," Abaddon replied and looked Strife over with his good eye.
"Where's Death?"
"Death? Big man in all black and equally black hair? Haven't seen him." He lied. The soldier who had grabbed him pulled his head back and held a sword to his throat.
"Seen him now?" Strife gulped. He was grateful Death helped him, but his life was at stake now. Besides, Death could handle his own, but something tugged inside him that it wouldn't be right if he rat Death out.
"I don't know." The soldier pulled his hair rougher.
"Liar, we know you travel with him. Tell us or your head will be on the ground!" Abaddon smiled wickedly. He knew Strife was a compulsive liar.
"Then he's heading north. He should be coming in this direction then. Set up a trap for Death."