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"No no no! Let her go! She's innocent!" A small fist thumped the glass, young Harley Keener watching older men place a gun to his best friend's head. Squeezing the trigger, a bullet ripping through her skull, Freya collapsed. "NO!! YOU MONSTERS!! FREYA!! I WILL AVENGE YOU!!" He yelled, grief stricken. 'I'm sorry...' Was her final, fleeting thought in his mind. He snarled, something snapping deep within him. Standing, his eyes turned stony.

He would avenge his best friend's fake death, becoming known as one of the four horsemen, Conquest.

That was twelve years ago.

The promise he made to his old friend, all those years earlier, still rings loud in their minds. His position as informal second-in-command of Hayden's gang gave him higher authority. The true second-in-command was Hayden's enforcer, handling deals he didn't have patience for. Harley hadn't even seen the enforcer's face, despite it being painfully obvious his lieutenant was a girl.

Catching a glimpse of his leader's enforcer, who stumbled upon locking eyes with him. Collecting herself, she vanished into Hayden's office. The older man looked at him, calm. "She's on the roof." He hurriedly left, racing to the roof. Bursting through the door, he froze upon seeing her for the first time in twelve years.

He stares at her. "I've missed you." Her voice, lyrical as ever, drew him forward. He blinked, overjoyed. "You're here. You're really here." She lightly smacked his arm, giggling. "Harley, I have to tell you something."

He reached out to her, confused. "Freya...?" She spoke. "For the past twelve years, since you saw that man fake kill me, I've trained underneath him as an assassin. I quickly rose to the top, acing all areas of training. And graduated best in my class." He walked some distance, gazing out over the skyline.

"I did the same, only Lady Chaos asked me to join her group of loyal Horsemen. There's War, Death, Famine, and me, Conquest. The newest. The other three are far older." She takes his hand. "Then we cleanse the world. Our way." The pair walk to the building's edge, watching their home.

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