Children of the Four: Book 1: Grim, a Child of Death

Chapter X

Grim opened his eyes, realizing he was back in the realm of fire and torture, Hell. He picked himself off the ground and glanced at his father.
Death shook his head in disappointment, "this is the second time I had to drag your soul down here," he said.
"I am sorry father," said Grim, bowing his head down.
"Sorry?" Said Death, "why sorry? This time your death wasn't your fault. In fact I do not even know how you died."
A projection appeared in front of both of them as a small, old man with markings tattooed all over him came into view. It was the Elder Grim met with at the human's safe haven fortress.
"I might be able to help answer your question," he said.
Grim looked confused, but Death smiled behind his shadowy hood.
"Hello old friend, long time no see," said Death.
The Elder smiled and said, "yes, it has been awhile, hasn't it."
Still confused, Grim looked at both of them and said, "so you two know each other?"
The Elder nodded, "oh yes. I summoned your father to deal with my son. We may be blood related, but I sure wasn't going to let him get away with break one of the major rules of mankind." He then looked over to Death.
"Speaking of my son, that curse you point on him grew with corruption and now, a small piece that was shattered, is now a part of Grim."
"How do you know all this?" Asked Grim.
"The wind speaks to me, it's my eyes and ears of the world around me," said the Elder.
Death pondered by putting his bony hand under his chin. "That explains the mysterious death, but why is it now corrupting my son?"
The Elder looked towards Grim and said, "it is becoming a sentient being it seems. No longer a curse anymore. It is still as young as a newborn however. It might be trying to latch itself onto an emotion to feed off of to become stronger. Be wary Dephamon, it may have a liking to your uncontrollable rage."
Grim got annoyed at him and talked a bit louder than before, "my anger is fine, old man!"
Flames began to burn out from his eyes. The Elder shook his head and grabbed his cane, whacking him over the head with it. For only being a projection, it still hurt.
"That's you got here to begin with. If you don't control that temper of yours, it will feed off it and soon will probably devour your soul next, killing you for good." The Elder scolded.
Grim crossed his arms. "So what, am I just suppose to be an emotionless zombie the entire since it feeds off 'my emotions'?" He asked.
"Not entirely," said the Elder, "It might keep you alive to feed on you more. Maybe it'll even move onto to a different emotion once you get your temper in check."
Grim sighed, "I'll do my best," he said.
The Elder's projection started to get staticky.
"I must be going now. Losing energy trying to keep this ritual active for long. We'll meet again soon Dephamon; I want to thank you in person for dealing with my son like I requested. Farewell to you both," the Elder said before cutting out and his projection disappeared.
"Well, now that thats taken care of, shall I return you to the mortal world to continue your quest?" Said Death, raising his massive scythe.
Grim held his hand out to stop his father, "not quite yet father, I have a soul that was collected. I was going to do the ritual but since I am already down here, might as well let you take it."
"Ah yes," said Death, "the nephilim soul. Quite a rare soul to obtain, especially if its the soul of the Demon Lord's son."
He gave an evil smile underneath his hood. "You can keep the soul, it contains an interesting ability that will assist you on your quest," he said.
Grim bowed his head. "Thank you," he said.
"Oh and one more thing, the other nephilim that died, Elizabeth. Would you by any chance have her soul? Because her soul wasn't suppose to be reaped this early and I would like to revive her back to the mortal world until her time has come," he added.
Death scratched his head trying to remember. "Sorry son. By the time I got there to claim her soul it was already taken. The soul did have an angelic power to it. Perhaps my brother Azrael, the Death Angel, must have taken it instead," he said.
"Well, looks like my quest for the Doors of Death may have to be put on hold," Grim said, giving a smile beneath his mask.
Death nodded and said, "seems that way. Good luck son. Oh, and when you are there, beware of holy water. Even though you are a child of Death, your demon half will still be weakened by that stuff."
He struck his scythe through Grim and his ghostly body rose high into the mortal world before vanishing from Hell.

Grim stood up on the soil of the giant spider's lair. He looked above him, staring at the ceiling of the cave. He picked up a bomb that Nixon gave him, ignited the fuse, and threw it into the air.
Once it impacted into the ceiling, it exploded and sent rubble crashing down. He shot a portal underneath his feet and over his head past the hole of light he created. He grabbed his violet, blood stained scarf from Elizabeth's dead body and Chaos's Sacred Cross lying beside her and quickly jumped into the portal and appeared back in the Forbidden Land.
He whistled and Dread showed up in a blaze of sapphire. He mounted on Dread and Sorrow swooped by and perched onto Grim's shoulder.
He flicked the reins, rearing Dread upwards and he dashed out of the Forbidden Land, crushing the bones of the dead as he galloped across them.