4 New York

Decades past as Christian's brothers took to Irth. The only sign of them were their own namesakes. Wars that destroyed kingdoms, Famines that only few who controlled the food shoveled their mouths with greed...

Then there were the uncaring, near devastating diseases. Christian had to see it all. The vessels were mutilated far beyond repair, so the souls were taken without a single thought.

He felt pain..

Pain for the countless innocent souls, seeing their flesh decayed by disease or eviscerated by the blade of enemies. Pain for the forest and animals that were driven to extinction to be resources for Wrath's immense forces.

Pain for the very existence of their Creator's gift being ravaged by his brothers, with only him to see the outcome.

All because of his mistake....

As Death, Christian never felt this before. Such feelings were foreign. Yet as he continued to pick up souls, he felt the tears begin to fall.

Unlike his brothers, he could feel the Balance. He could feel the already constructed timeline constantly shifting, caused by the Butterfly Effect.

The shifts were the most strongest with the children, ones meant to live on to do better for this world... cut short by his brothers.

He could see the very last moments which each one collected, such innocence stopped by a blade or a projectile...

He kept crying as he picked up the last soul in Pirth only for his breath to catch. The all too familiar feeling so long ago....

Pheonix has shown herself...

"There you are.."

He said as he stepped out of the village, his surroundings seeming to meld and bend... to a stone metropolis full of children hawking newspapers and horse drawn carriages..

He looked out to the nearby bay, seeing a bronze statue being built out in the middle of it. He knew what the mortals called it, and cursed that she was here.

New York, a place for opportunities.... Good and Bad...

All he did was turn his head and began to walk forward, unheeded by the nearby beings.. He was ready to fix his wrongs and carry forth his job. He was no longer lenient...

"I am ready.... Let the games begin Matron of Éire..."