Fury was walking out of the manor, with a mix of positive emotion over the news Death has just told her. The fact he would admit to such a thing for any standard is a shock, but the fact Sam had accepted the emotion towards her? In the horsewomans mind, this was indeed a big deal.

Walking up to the tree, she noticed Sam was indeed in her branch. But she wasn't in her normal bundled up attire. SHe had on a tight fitting tank top, tight above mid-thigh dark denim shorts, and her normal boots. Normally, Samantha had a habit of covering herself to avoid exposure and weak points.

Fury hopped up to the branch Sam was on, startling her. After a moment of fidgeting, the demon pulled another branch over her, as if to cover her exposed skin. "So. Samantha."

The smaller girl whined, trying to cover her skin as much as possible. "The hell do you want? You don't need to be up here."

Fury laughed, smiling brightly. "Oooh, come now. You're acting like a little school girl. Where's your normal outfit?"

"The hell's that supposed to mean? I just don't like being exposed so much. Why do you think I'm always piled with clothes? There drying, I washed them."

"Oh please, you're embarrassed."

"Embarassed? Yeah, you're looking at me when I'm like this."

"I was referring to something else. Really, I think you look fine just like that." Well, considering her mother is the mother of succubus, its no surprise.

"What. Do you need. So you can leave me alone."

Fury giggled, and hopped down. "Oh, nothing. I'll come talk to you later then." She then walked off, but a bit more pep in her step than normal.

"The hell's wrong with you all of a sudden?"

"Nothing darling~!"

Sam was now laying against the tree trunk, on the ground, but now with her normal outfit on. Fresh, clean, comfortable, enjoying her peace, until Fury stepped out to say hello yet again.

She stood in front of Sam, who groaned, and leaned towards her. "So. I heard about you and Death."

"And?"

She smiled, and threw her arms into the air. "I just NEVER thought DEATH of all people would confess such a thing!"

"I agree. Nobody would have thought so. I don't know why he did either, I've told him I don't like emotional ties."

"OH, THIS, is PERFECT! Good thing to, at least this happened now and just before the End Times."

"Um. What?"

"I mean, can you imagine if he had confessed his true feelings when it was just happening?" She laughed, using her hands to exclaim her words. "That'd have been terrible! Thankfully, the Celestial Council will send a messenger to our manor two months human hime in advance."

"Is that all? You wanted to tell me he's told you?"

Fury giggled, though the demon remained unamused. "Calm down! I'm just gossiping. You know we don't get much in the way of entertainment out here. You know, if the angels really valued us, and they should. I mean come on, we agreed to be there harbingers of destruction and judgment upon the human plane."

The demon remained silent, thinking about a certain horsemen rather than listening to her.

"Whats your deal Sammy?"

"Oh. Nothing. I just don't have much to say, not really in a good mood. Ever."

"Oh fine. If you say so."

"Sorry, you know I'm not always like this. Just.. caught me at a bad time."

Fury stood there, observing Sam. Her hood was up, hands in her pockets, and spacing out every few seconds. The horsewoman looked up at the sky through the leaves of the marvelous tree. "First time in a very long time the skies have opened up to us."

"Yeah. I noticed. I wonder why."

Both of the women kept to their thoughts and stared at the sky aimlessly. There was no denial that it was peaceful to look at, more so than the world of Man's sky. Eventually Fury wandered off, when? Sam didn't know. She kept her head against the tree, staring through the leaves for hours upon hours.

Eventually she decided to go and see what the others were doing. So she did just that, walking into the manor to find Chaos annoying Strife out of his mind, with questions about Aliens and God. His brown spiked hair seemed even messier than usual.

"Well, isn't he?" Chaos was bouncing slightly on the couch.

"Ugh, I don't FUCKING KNOW!" Strife on the other hand was trying to watch the television.

"Oh, well SOMEONE must know! No One even bothers to ask where he came from!"

"You ask to many questions, Chaos."

Sam was obviously amused by the conversation. She pulled her hood back slightly, exposing a majority of her face that held a firm smile and bright blue eyes.

"You know what the humans call things they dont understand?"

He sighed, looking at his sibling. "What do they call em, Chaos?"

"UFO's! That would mean God is a UFO!"

Sam couldn't supress her quiet chuckle, and Strife looked like he was about to break the coffee table over his sister's head.

"God is not a fucking UNIDENTIFIED FLYING OBJECT! DUMBASS!"

"What IS he then?" She was giggling at the older horsemens reaction, amusing to her as well. This is when Sam decided to intervene.

"Chaos, sometimes not knowing something is better than finding out."

Strife flung up his hands as a thank you gesture to the demon. "Thank you, Sam! Jeez." Chaos on the other hand, crossed her arms and pouted.

The smaller demon chuckled at Chaos'' reaction. "Might not like it, but it's true. I had a friend, knew bout my issues, and he somehow temporarily died. Alchemy's amazing like that I guess.I asked him what it was like. He told me. And I really wish he'd never have told me. I would have been so much better not knowing."

Chaos looked down, thinking about what she was told. "Curiosity has limits, they shouldn't be met."

Strife looked at Sam, then Chaos. "Words from the wise. Live up to that."

There was silence, except from the tv that was playing Global News Broadcasting statement. It was currently showing the Vatican Forces, the people Sam was with for a few months, were being pushed back by another team. They were being lead by a figure in black, whom Sam couldn't easily advert her eyes from. Sanageyama's Samurai Mech was the only other thing she really noticed, fighting helicopters and ships with a snake logo embedded on them. The news was showing cities burning and huge gunfights between the Vatican army and the Resistance Forces. The camera panned back to the Anchors face. "While this bloody war has been raging for quite some time now, the Leader of the Snakes tells us the Crusader Army will be pushed back and Religion will be abolished along with the pope's execution. This is Kate, signing off. All audio ended, leaving the GNB logo to accompany the screen*

"For your info, Sam, the Antichrist's taking over." Strife leaned back on the couch, stretching his arms out. "This one's the guy who's supposed to fight Conquest."

"The glowy man?" Chaos questioned.

"Jesus, in other words."

Sam shrugged, rolling her shoulders. "I don't know much about this stuff. Never really bothered me to think on it, except the fact I'd want it to happen as soon as possible. But that's selfish."

"It means the end times for us all."

"Exactly. I, personally, have always been a depressed, psychotic, suicidal bitch. If you didn't notice."

The television went back to the news, an interviewer talking to Commander Hook, the butch who had a fondness over Sam as she had her stay with them. "General hook, how long do you think until the Snakes break through Italy's walls and destroy the Vacation? " The reporter held the microphone to Hook. "Lemme tell ya somethin' sweetie. Those walls? They ain't failin' for shit." Hook pointed to the walls a great distance away that were encompassing Italy. She continued to brag about the wall, just as the artillery's guns fire on the Snake Ships closing in on the place. "Interview over." Hook walked to the walls, as the camera crew raced for cover, with the GNB logo returning.

Sam was beginning to growl at the sight of it all. "Don't like the news much?" Strife was staring down the demon, multiple reasons behind it.

"No, those are the humans I was with for awhile. And the ones who tried to execute Lucifer."

"Hah! They came closer than anybody else! Maybe you or Michael being the exceptions. Just saying."

"I could have, a long ass time ago. But I had reasons not to. Conflict being the main one."

The news kicked on once again. Random occurrences, from a vampire rampaging through Europe, killing Snake forces, and a man in a plague doctor outfit seen walking through Africa, doing the same. It ended with chat about the Generals deciding on one last defence ditch while the Snake forces circle Italy.

Sam couldn't watch more, so she turned and left back to her tree quietly, Strife's eyes glued to her. "The hells wrong with her?"

"Maybe she needs to be alone? Shes watching her friends get hurt."

"She's always alone."