Chapter 3
"It is still my realm, my land, and I aim to reclaim it." Uriel laughed at that.
"You've given that up three years ago. You are no longer Lord, or have you forgotten what happened?" Oh he hadn't forgotten. How could he forget something that changed his life?
"I haven't forgotten anything." Death said coldly. Uriel scoffed at him. She didn't like Death when he was Lord and she didn't like him now in exile. The two guards who failed to capture Strife stood beside her.
"Get him." Death pulled out his scythes. One guard pulled out his sword and fought Death while the other readied his crossbow. With quick movements, Death disarmed the soldier and kicked him into Uriel, knocking them both against the wall. Death caught the arrow the other angel had shot at him and snapped it in half. He stared menacingly at the other soldier who dropped his crossbow and raised his hands in surrender. Death sheathed his scythes, running out of the inn and quickly mounted his horse. He had other matters to attend to, like capturing the boy.
Uriel pushed the soldier off of her.
"Get off of me you insipid rat and get Death!" She ordered.
Strife tried to steal a horse at a nearby stable, but when he got on one, it would knock him off. Strife tried to get on another horse but it ran away from him. He cursed at them and made a run for it. For all he knew, Uriel and her men had killed the man in black and were after him now.
Death saw Strife running away. He looked back to see if anyone was following them, when he saw it was clear, he charged his horse faster after the young man. Strife's heart pounded loudly as he ran, but the noise grew louder and louder that Strife knew it wasn't his heart. It was something else. Hooves? He looked back and saw Death charging after him.
Strife's eyes widened and he ran faster.
"Oh no. No. No. NO!" When Death got close enough, he grabbed and lifted Strife up by the collar and threw him across his horse. By now, the two men with Uriel were chasing them now on their horses. Death's hawk swooped down from the sky so low that one of the men was knocked down off his horse and the other man turned and ran in the opposite direction.
