#bit late

From: Bagley

When sleep comes at last, there is no rest waiting for them. Instead he wakes to that empty barren wasteland of Death's domain. A black cat dressed in white robes stands before them with a single carnation as a brooch. The viel the cat wears covers his face but his red eyes still do watch them with curiosity. "Hello, Omen. Master does not think you are sufficient in defeating the Bishops, he requires you to train and is providing purgatory as a place to do so."

Death does not see him fit to fight? In a way, it makes sense. They are taking their time, quietly preparing his own followers to join them and dipping into Darkwood when the need calls for it. First and foremost came the cult, Death's quest can wait just as it has the past thousand or so years.