So Close But So Far

by LUWC

Story line plot is based off of "Lady Hawke". If you haven't seen it the story still makes sense. None of the Horsemen are realted in this. Strife escapes prison, running from the Hellguard and their Lord, War. He is saved by a traveler named Death who is identical to the Lord before War. He finds himself trapped and must help Death to break the curse and take back his throne

13. Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Just want to remind you guys that the Horsemen are not related in this story before you read this

Downstairs in front of the fire, the Crow father had a drink—his third for the night. The whole ordeal sent him to drink as it did when it all began. Strife stood in the doorway. He was going to get some answers and he knew the Crow father knew all that he needed to ask. He quietly walked inside and poured himself a drink. Strife heard the roar of a tiger. It sounded like he was outside.

"It's him, isn't it?" Strife asked.

"Somehow it's him. Death is the tiger." The Crow father knew there was no use in hiding it from the young nephilim. The secret must be told.

"Yes, it's him. As you know, Death was the Lord of the white city. War was second-in-command. Death never did die of a mysterious illness as the rest of the realm was led to believe. The woman resting in the bedroom upstairs is Fury. She came to the white cities capital three years ago to stay with her aunt after her parents were killed in the war with the demons. I'll never forget the first day I saw her. It was like looking—"

"At the face of an angel," Strife finished. The Crow father smiled at Strife.

"You two, hmm?" He took a sip of his drink and continued.

"I suppose we were all in love with her one way or another. Even the then second-in-command War was in love with her."

"Lord War loved her?" Strife asked.

"Yes, as much as that cruel man could love anyone. He sent her letters, poems and gifts, but Fury sent it all back unopened. She knew of the evilness that lied deep within the man, and she had already lost her heart to the Lord of the white city."

"Death," Strife whispered.

"Yes. War knew of their love like everyone else in the realm. He saw it grow stronger and deeper each day until he couldn't take it anymore. War vowed if he couldn't have Fury, no one could. War tried to do everything to split them apart. He went so far as to spread rumors that turn the people against their courtship. Fury didn't want the people to think ill of Death, so she decided to break if off with him. Death wouldn't let her. He relinquished his title to be with her and they fled from the capital that night.

"Through some foolish drunk, War got wind of Death and Fury's departure. He wouldn't let them escape so he made a pact with the evil charred council. With their help, War hunted them and put a curse on them. By day, Fury is the graceful hawk and by night, the tiger's roar you hear outside is the voice of Death. The poor souls have no memory of their lives as animals. They can never touch in the flesh, but only the slim chance of touching at the split second of dawn and dusk."

"So close but so far." Strife said thoughtfully.

"You were the drunk who betrayed them, weren't you?"

"Yes," He let out a ragged sigh.

"But the spell can be broken and the angels have told me of a way." The Crow father said.