"The boy is good," The one who personified Death spoke. Bathe in a river of long black hair that stretched to his broad shoulders. His deep, ancient red eyes shone over his pale face, which some would dare to call handsome. Tall with a lean build, he stood in a black fur coat that masked the tailcoat and suit.
"He's gotten a lot better," Blood Rider Zagreus laughed upon his grey stallion. Of similar height and build, he passed his hands through his ashen black hair. "His swordsmanship reminds me of Megaera. Fiercely cruel." He glimpsed the young girl. "But that girl… Are you sure we can trust a Nephilim?"
Thanatos stared. "If she is to be the Prince's Wife, who are we to question his decision?" He turned, mounting his black stallion, and looked south to where the comet vanished. "Let's head back to Lady Iliana. I'm sure she's bored."
"Already!" Zag moaned. "It'll be boring merely to watch." he glanced at the siege underway. "How can we just—
