Death's head snapped to the sound of a women's voice his eyes burned as he saw her with blue flames, a memory flashed in his mind of a red headed little girl on a farm.. She seemed so different he had hardly recognized her, she had once been a bright and happy girl though now all emotion seemed to be out of her; her name escaped him mind he knew sooner or later he would remember it. 

"I need my scythe, where is it. It was not in the tomb that the angel's bound me in." he said already being able to feel it's power near him; though he couldn't pin point exactly where it was. 

Death had no power's without his mystical weapon forged for him, only a few knew that the weapon's held the key to all the horseman's power's except for their strength. He wouldn't even be able to call his horse without his mystical blade in his hand. All the soul's voice's could be heard in his head again and he tried to cover his ear's not wanting to hear all the voices,

 "You have all done your job's poorly, million's of soul's are walking around the earth with no one guiding them to the light." he said looking around at each and every reaper, "even now more soul's are starting to wander without guidance." he said feeling more and more soul's. A few of the reaper's in the crowd he saw vanish by his words to go claim more soul's on their list's. "Now instead of freeing my brother's and sister's, I must put it on hold to make the spirit population smaller. First, I must find my scythe." he said not liking feeling so vulnerable without his scythe. Though only another horseman's weapon could kill him it was still not a pleasant feeling to be without his great weapon.