Death - Angel necromancy

A moment, to plant Harvester a few inches deep in the soil, where it stood like some petrified pennant, and then Death knelt beside the fallen soldier. He held his left hand, palm-down, above the corpse's heart; the right, with fingers curled toward the sky. His mask quivered as he incanted syllables that no humanoid mouth should ever have been able to produce.
A fragment, the tiniest sliver, of the angel's departed soul split away, swept back through the worlds by the Horseman's necromancy. And though the blood did not flow, nor the lungs draw breath, the eyelids fluttered open as the angel awoke.

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Chapter 1