Dee felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end as she tended to the garden she and Alastor had worked on together. She sensed the arrival of not one but all of her brothers. Finding her inner strength, she straightened up and turned to face them.

They hadn't changed much since she'd last seen them, aside from perhaps their attire. They were all dressed more modernly. War was wearing a black tracksuit. From the very brief time she spent with Velvette and listened to her critique outfits she'd probably say it was shit. Dee wasn't sure if that meant the material smelled poorly or what but she trusted Velvette's judgment. Conquest was wearing jeans, some very fancy gold tipped white shoes and a white button up shirt dripping in literal gold. Famine was swathed in black as always and already had his nose in a book. Dee had a feeling he was just here as a referee if War and Conquest took things too far.

"Hey Creepy. I have a bone to pick with you." War growled.

"It's Dee...not Creepy." Dee corrected her brother with a frown. Velvette had yelled at Dee once because she apologized to someone when they sat on her, not realizing she was there. She told the shy horseman to stand up for herself and correct people when they wronged her. Dee hadn't really cared before but Velvette seemed so angry. Dee didn't want to let her down.

War glared at her, "what was that?"

"You may address me as Dee." Dee responded, coolly.

Famine paused his reading and looked between the two of them curiously.

Conquest looked to War for direction.

"You move out, fall off the face of the earth for centuries, and come back with a backbone?" War snarled, "I'm not a fan of it."

"I think it's a nice change of pace." Famine noted before resuming his reading.

"Whose side are you on?!" War snapped.

"I am on no side, as there should be no side to choose." Famine replied disinterestedly.

War looked to Conquest.

"I'm always on your side." Conquest nodded at him.

"Our sister merely asked you to address her as she wishes." Famine snapped his book shut and fixed War with a hard look.

War looked chastised. "Fine. Dee," he spat out, "I have a bone to pick with you."

Dee looked around curiously, "I don't know that there are any bones here, do you require some?"

War let out a roar of rage.

Famine opened his book to cover his face and conceal a silent laugh.

Conquest shook his head.

"You're done being on your own, we're all returning home, together." War snapped.

Dee looked at Conquest and Famine for their reactions. Conquest seemed on board. Famine was watching her intently.

"No." Dee said quietly.

"What?!" War growled. "It wasn't a question, it was an order."

Dee thought back on what Lucifer had once told her, she was stronger than all of them combined...she may be a little weakened right now from her slumber but she was still the strongest horseman and the oldest. "You don't give the orders around here...I do."

Conquest gaped at her.

Famine smirked behind his book.

War charged her with a roar. His charge halted as Dee vanished from sight before he felt something solid connect with his sternum with enough force he was sent flying backward. Not nearly as far as she'd once sent him flying but far enough he took the fence and some trees with him.

War got to his feet with a smirk and wiped the blood from his mouth. "You're not at full strength." He stomped back to where his siblings were standing. "I owe you some payback, for Valor."

Dee looked confused, "Valor?"

"My son!"

"He was acting disgracefully, you're lucky I let him live." Dee hissed at him.

War glowered at her before calming himself and sliding a confident smirk across his lips, "I hear you've grown attached to a souled one. I may not be able to kill you, but I can kill him." He snapped his fingers and there was an explosion of crimson smoke between them.

Vox appeared, looking like he'd been in the middle of a press conference. He blinked in confusion, "what the fu-?" His gaze fell on the petite girl who'd fled a few weeks ago. "Dee?"

Dee raced toward him as War smirked maliciously, "get down!" She tackled Vox to the ground and they narrowly avoided a shockwave of force from the swing of War's massive greatsword.

Famine's book vanished and his lips twisted into a frown as War and now Conquest faced off against Dee and the souled one she seemed fond of. He surveyed the scene before him as a pair of balances appeared in his right hand. He used his left hand to pluck black coins from nothing to place on the scales.

Tink.

Tink.

Tink.

Everyone paused and turned to look at Famine as he placed the black coins on the scale.

"Fam...what are you doing?" Conquest asked warily.

"Weighing the outcome..." Fam replied calmly as he continued placing coins on a single side of the scale.

War smirked as he looked at the pile of coins, "that's clearly our side because we're definitely winning."

Fam shook his head. "No. Dee will win. She cares for that souled one, she was ready to take even my head for him and I have not caused her such trauma as the two of you...I am calculating for how long it will take for you two to recover...if you recover... each coin is a century." he continued in an eerie voice.

Conquest hesitated. "We're immortal."

Famine smiled, a serene smile as his amethyst gaze fell on Dee, "only Dee is truly immortal. She was the first being and she will be the last, she is Death."

Vox looked between the four siblings in awe. Dee was standing in front of him, a wicked scythe in her hands dripping with blue tipped black flames. One moment he'd been at a boring press conference in front of hundreds of camera's the next he was in a very strange forest at a house that looked as if it had been plucked from a 1920's home and garden magazine and was being tackled by the surprisingly very strong petite Dee.

War glowered at Dee for another moment before his sword vanished. "We're not done with this matter." He scowled before vanishing in a puff of crimson smoke. Conquest followed soon after.

Famine hesitated. "Dee."

Dee turned to her brother curiously.

"Keep in mind, for next time. When hosting a tea party, you need to send invitations in advance...it helps to include the date and time you are expecting them." He offered her a small smile before disappearing.

Dee let out the breath she'd been holding and collapsed to her knees, the scythe in her hand vanished. "I'm so sorry, Vox...are you okay?" She looked over at him shakily.

Vox dusted himself off and straightened up before offering her a hand. "I'm fine. No apologies necessary, I do very much detest dealing with the press, so it was a welcome distraction."

Dee hesitantly placed her hand in his and a soft gasp escaped her as he pulled her to her feet. She promptly swayed and his free hand pressed to the small of her back pulling her close so she could use his body to stay on her feet. Her face flushed with heat at their close proximity. "...I can't promise War won't try anything else." She threw him an apologetic look.

Vox tightened his grip on her and hugged her against him, "then I guess I'll have to keep you close."

Dee's body flushed with heat. "H-Huh?" She squeaked.

"You'll have to come live with me." He shrugged nonchalantly.

"W-what?!" Dee panicked. "What do you mean?"

Vox held back a smirk, she was so easy to manipulate. "I'm not safe unless you're with me, so I suppose you'll have to move in with me to keep me safe."

Dee blushed, "...but..."

"Unless they were wrong and you don't care about me?" Vox feigned hurt.

"N-no, I d-do." Dee stuttered.

Vox smiled and pat her on the head, "good, girl. Let's be on our way."