Please, don't ever get in the way of Death's life in a bad way. Seriously. The guy literally went through heaven and hell just to save his brother and even sacrifice himself for that to happen, what would you think would happen by the moment he stepped inside his home and noticed his daughter wasn't there?

Much more of a strategist and stealth player, that wasn't near enough to hide the worst side of the Grim Reaper's fury. He thought that he had made it clear before that no one, absolutely no one messes with someone he loves, but apparently, they were still in need of a big lesson.

His little girl wasn't so little anymore and, through her sixteen years of life, she showed herself to have every bit of power she could have inherited from her father, and her levels of raw power were higher than he could have expected. She was his daughter, she would make up for that "title", but she ended up drawing attention to herself.

Young and naïve, she became the perfect target. Death had already noticed some time before how they would get "random" encounters with both angel and demon, just "strolling" around. He wasn't a fool and they were wrong to take him as one. Especially when it came to rescuing his baby.

It was known that by just hearing his name, some would tremble. Hearing that he was about to get after them, made some ran away like cowards, but hearing that he knew his daughter was missing and that he knew exactly where to look for... Well, we could say that even red demons turned pale. No one once seen as his enemy would ever escape his scythe, but what could they do? They had to keep going with the plan.

Stealth just as he is, the ones in his way died having the Pale Rider's image forever in their minds, probably carrying it to their reincarnation. Some tried to surrender, hoping he would be merciful and let them go, but no one gets mercy from the Reaper. Even less if you were holding his daughter as prisoner.

Upon hearing of his arrival, the culprits moved the girl from where she was held captive to another secret outpost and as he got there, it was a bit late. He looked around the room to see two shackles attached to the wall, now open and empty, a bit of blood spat in the floor. He ensured himself that the deaths of those who were doing that to her would not be pleasant. Getting closer to the shackles, he was able to get her still fresh scent that was unique and, by touching them, still warm, he knew they couldn't have left too long ago and left the place as quick as he got in.

And, he would always be right, as he found the tracks of at least a squad escorting her, he knew he was heading the correct direction, even when the tracks faded, but this very precarious illusion covering the entrance of an underground cavern just hinted that it was there his daughter was. Her screams made him even surer, and he stormed off inside.

Her new shackles had her hanging from the ceiling and there was this strange tool in the hands of a Fallen angel, that was inserting it inside her and inflicting great amount of pain as he could see her biting her lip hard to avoid screaming, opening a big wound and making it drip blood.

They were draining her power.

Whoever was killed by the Reaper had this rather hard time finding their way to the Well, making extra time in the Kingdom of the Dead with extra suffering – courtesy from the Lord of Bones –, so those guys really regretted messing with him. It didn't take him too long to put those bastards down.

"Dad..." She tried to speak when he finished, but was rather weak to keep her mouth open to talk. That torture had been going for a while. As Death cut through the chains to get her down, a relieved, but sad sigh left her mouth "I'm sorry I disappointed you, daddy..."

"Why would you think I'm disappointed, little one?" He shattered the shackles to release her wrists.

"I let them get me..."

"That is not a reason to be disappointed at" He held her tight, just like he would do when she was a baby. "Why don't you close your eyes for now? You need to keep some strength for yourself" he picked up the strange, and now glowing, tool from the floor "It will be all over once we get home and you will feel better then."

She smiled "Thank you, dad..." and she drifted off to sleep.

A smile underneath the mask couldn't be avoided. Ah, how soft hearted he had become with that little girl he loved so much...