This might or might not be continued, it all depends on the reviews, if any, that I get.

DISCLAIMER - Don't own Darksiders

The kingdom of Man, it showed great promise, enough even to rival the divine army of Heaven and the infernal legions of Hell. That is until it was nearly wiped out in the premature apocalypse. One such remnant of the 3rd kingdom now sat perched on a small rock just outside the tiny outpost that was sadly the most likely hope for mankind. The boy had dark black hair, except for one or two streaks of white that looked somewhat out of place on his head, strange though it may be this hair colour was completely natural for him, when he asked his mother she only gave him the same answer he got for almost any question regarding oddities about his person which was a monotone rendition of "It's because of your father, I'll tell you when you're older." He rolled his aqua eyes at that phrase even now when he was alone, he was seventeen for goodness sake unless she was going to tell him his father was a demon he could handle knowing she had a one night stand. He was wearing combat trousers and a black t-shirt that hugged his frame. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, he would never get an answer from her really, even when he relentlessly asked her why he was called Gabriel, personally he thought it sounded stupid, he much preferred just to be called Gabe. He scanned the horizon on the lookout for any demons, wicked or the incredibly unlikely human. He had never even seen another human aside from the ones at the small bastion at which he lived, this led him to believe that there truly was no others left on the planet. This place really did reflect the whole planet, he thought. The demons that he had heard occasionally passing by grumbled about this place now being called The Crossroads, personally he didn't think it suited the name. He believed it should be called The Craphole but he was pretty cynical.

"Gabriel Adamson!" He heard the hissing voice of his mother and rolled his eyes, he knew she was only concerned for his safety but he could take care of himself. "You know how dangerous it is out here! Get back to Guiding Light now!" She was crouched behind a rock, positively terrified of being out in the open away from the foolishly named outpost.

Gabe sighed again, he was doing that a lot lately.

"It's fine Mom, go back and I'll be right behind you." He drawled. He turned to give his mother a reassuring smile but only saw panic on her face, she was pointing behind him and her mouth was in the shape of an "O". Gabe tiled his head to the side in confusion then turned to see what she was staring at, only to see a lone demon foot soldier raising it's axe to cleave him in half. Gabe rolled to the side, off his perch on the small rock and kicked away from the rock he was not one second ago sitting on. The demon chuckled as it's axe was embedded into the rock, it wrenched it free and turned to smirk at Gabe. It spoke in a guttural voice, that sounded like his vocal chords were melting and reforming as it spoke a language not of it's own.

"Afraid of dying boy?" It laughed at Gabe as his eyes darted around for other demons, only to find none.

"Where's the rest of the demons? Or did they kick you out of their little group for being to small?" Gabe smirked as the demon got angry and began wracking it's brain for a comeback. Unable to find one however it simply charged at Gabe, this gave him plenty of time to dive to the side and pick up a stray pipe lying on the ground. "You know what? That was unkind of me." He said holding the pipe horizontally in front of him in a defensive posture. "I bet they kicked you out 'cause a brain dead pig would be smarter than you." The demon was getting more and more furious at the lithe whelp that refused to die and kept insulting him. He roared and charged at the irritating wretch. Gabe knew the pipe wouldn't stand up to a full power swing from the demons axe so he had to be very crafty.

As the demon ran he turned his body and his makeshift weapon just slightly enough to redirect the brute's momentum. Then with the thug off balance Gabe unleashed as many strikes as his arms could handle, all of them hitting the demon's skull and demons may be tough but several hard strikes to the head with a lead pipe will affect you in someway or another. The demon's vision began to blur, how indignant, to be beaten by a human brat. Before the demon lost consciousness he saw a human female huddled behind a rock shaking with fear, he could work with this. He reared up and knocked the young human off him, then raised his axe and charged at the cowering female. "No!" He heard the young one shout. The beast's vision was fading from bloodlust and trauma to his skull but it didn't matter so long as he could kill at least one human, then he could die with dignity.

He held his axe above his head, the woman was to scared to move, it was perfect. Discounting the young brat who lunged at the last possible second and shoved the woman out the way. Gabe held up his pipe to block the incoming strike but the feeble weapon shattered as the demons axe came down. Gabe's vision blurred as he felt a rush of pain in his shoulder and he couldn't feel his right arm anymore. Gabe fell to his knees as his vision was blurring rapidly, he could dimly hear his mother shouting, the demon laughing and the last thing he heard before his vision was gone completely was a single gunshot and a thud next to him then his vision was gone and so was all feeling as he blacked out.

'Ugh, I feel like I just got mauled by a bear… Wait a minute, I feel! I'm not dead!' The revelation brought Gabe a sudden rush of pain in his shoulder. 'Agh! Why is my shoulder so sore!' That's when it hit him, he couldn't even remember his own name. 'Oh god! What happened to me! Who am I?' He heard voices now.

"He's awake! Come quickly!" The voice was panicky and shrill but for some reason it was familiar and calmed him down a little.

"Mrs Adamson please calm down! We don't even know if the surgery worked, you cannot put him under any strain." This voice annoyed him, it wasn't being nice to the first voice. 'I'm tired of only hearing things, I need to open my eyes, I need to see what's going on.' He tried to open his eyes but his eyelids were so heavy. "Now that is something, he's trying to open his eyes already… interesting." That second voice again, 'I'll show you interesting.' Gabe thought resentfully.

"Come on honey, you can do it." The first voiced urged almost pleading with him. With a groan he forced his eyes open only to screw them shut again at the bright light. He wanted to ask them to dim the lights but he couldn't speak, his voice was hoarse and it came out as more of a small choking noise. He opened his eyes again and forced them to adjust to the light. His vision cleared and he could see an old man with a tattered white coat and glasses perched on a misshapen nose, the man's eyes were a dull blue/gray and he had a scraggly beard. There was a woman also there and to put it kindly she looked like hell. Her hair was an off brown that was turning gray at the end, most likely from stress. Her eyes were baggy and her face was sunken. It looked like she spent a lot of time worrying, her eyes were vibrant green but they seemed to have lost their luster. The woman hugged him as soon as he tried to sit up but was quickly scolded by the man in white.

"Mrs Adamson! He has just undergone a very risky surgery, if it wasn't for… him the boy would be dead." The man spat out the word "him" in such a way that it made Gabe think that whoever "him" was, he had stolen the man's thunder. Gabe noticed the man staring at Gabe's right arm. Gabe slowly looked down at his arm, then regretted it instantly.

His arm was no longer there. In it's place there was a metallic arm. It was constructed from a strange metal, it had colours of shining gold and deep black running through it. The joint in his elbow had a strange circular symbol on it and the worst fact was, he couldn't even move this metallic monstrosity that was his arm. He tried to speak again but it was just hoarse groans. The man whom Gabe could only assume was a doctor handed him a small glass of water. Gabe took the glass with his left hand, and gulped down it's contents in seconds.

"T-thanks." He gasped, once again staring at his "arm".

"Ah good, your mind isn't gone then." The doctor mumbled scribbling on his notepad. "Ah I see you examining your new arm, a bit of a risky situation that surgery was, that angel actually proved his worth for once."

"Angel?" Gabe balked, this was unreal!

"Oh my, it appears you have some trauma induced amnesia. Not to worry, it should clear up if given an effective trigger." The man disappeared out of the tent. The woman was sobbing now, something had clearly upset her.

"Oh my baby! You remember me don't you?" She turned to him with pleading eyes. Gabe searched his mind as best he could but he couldn't identify her.

"I'm sorry, there's something familiar about you but… I can't… ugh." His head began throbbing now.

"Oh it's ok son, don't worry you'll remember me soon enough, I'm sure." The woman seemed a little… broken now. The doctor walked back into the tent with another figure in tow. This figure was an oddity in himself, a strange set of humps on his back, he walked with a limp. His silver hair cascading down his face. His most noteworthy feature was his eyes, they were glowing blue. The man smiled warmly at Gabe.

"I see your arm isn't working yet." The man's voice was… ethereal, almost supernatural. "If you don't mind I could take a look at the wiring and make sure it is connected to your nervous system." The offer sounded so nonchalant. Gabe dimly nodded his head as the strange man hobbled over to the bed he was currently propped up in and sat next to Gabe's right arm. Gabe looked away as the man took out some rudimentary tools and began essentially fiddling with his arm. Gabe looked at the woman who seemed so attached to him, she was smiling at the strange man who was messing around with Gabe's arm. So she knew this man, maybe this man was involved with her in some way. "Ok!" The sudden burst from the strange man made Gabe jump. "Sorry, try moving your arm now, it should be working now, is your arm feeling numb?" Gabe tried to move his arm, and it actually worked, his metal fingers actually twitched.

"Y-yeah, it's tingly." Gabe stated dumbly, amazed that this metal…thing was moving on his accord.

"That tingling sensation is your nerves connecting to the gauntlet, it should fade eventually, the more you use the arm." The man seemed pleased with this and stood up to take his leave. "Gabe get better soon." He turned to the doctor. "Good work Mitch, you really saved him." It seemed like honest praise but the doctor, Mitch looked like he was chewing a lemon. "Anne, keep your chin up, his memories will return." The man hobbled out of the tent, the doctor followed him out.

Gabe stared at his now semi-functioning arm as he curled it into a fist.

The woman sighed.

"Gabriel Adamson is your name, I'm your mother Leanne, Anne for short." She said, hoping to trigger something. Gabe twisted his face up.

"Gabe sounds…better." He said as he suddenly jolted his head up. "I remember, my name is Gabe to my friends 'cause you wouldn't tell me anything about my dad!" He smiled as most of his memories rushed back to him. "I…I can't remember how I lost my arm." Gabe looked downtrodden. Before his mother could comfort him however, panicked yells broke out outside the tent.

"Demons! The demons are here! It's an at-Aaaaagh!" Gabe sat bolt upright, this seemed like an out of the frying pan into the fire situation.

"Honey you need to stay here!" His mother urged him.

"Sorry but… I have to do this." His face was set in determination as he threw his bed sheet off and stood tall, ready to walk into the battle and do as best he could. This however was not to be as the strange man from before burst into the tent with his arms full of strange clutter. He smiled at Gabe.

"I knew you'd be up and about already." He said it with pride for some reason. "I brought some things from my tent to help you stay alive." He emptied his arms onto the bed Gabe was lying on. It looked like disorganised junk to Gabe but within seconds the man's skilled hands had formed it into the rough shape of a battle suit.

"What's your name?" Gabe asked the man, smirking.

"You call me Old Timer a lot, but my real name is… Gabriel, I am an angel." The man smiled at Gabe. "You're my son." He smiled at Gabe who looked dumbstruck. This man, this hermit was his…father? Was this even possible? Somewhere deep inside him it made a good amount of sense. All his lost memories now flooded back to him as he clutched his head. He was the only one at the feeble outpost called Guiding Light that engaged the old hermit in conversation regularly because he felt a sense of nostalgia around the old stranger. He was also the only one in the outpost that regularly ventured out of the walls. Though the walls were being blown apart now by an invasion, he needed to help the people, they were humanity's last hope.

"So…what is this?" Gabe lifted his right arm with some difficulty and pointed to the strange symbol on his elbow.

"It's the mark of The Hellguard, I was once part of it before I was blasted out of the sky by a bunch of demons, the humans at this outpost came to my rescue when they were looking for provisions, I offered them my technological expertise in exchange for my safety and I became close to your mother in the months and years that followed my arrival here…" He trailed off smiling at Gabe's mother.

"I don't think I need a birds in the bees talk right now." Gabe looked at the armour. "This was your armour then?" Gabe examined the armour it looked really bad in some places, half the chest plate was missing, The left armguard was ok but the right one was gone, most of it was probably now his right arm. There wasn't much for leg guards but they weren't so broken up as they were useless. The helmet was in ok condition but something about helmets didn't appeal to Gabe. "I… I don't have a weapon." He looked down again, all the armour in the world was useless if he didn't have anything to fight with, guns were a rarity around the outpost, all used in the event of a demon wandering too close to it. Gabriel smiled at his son.

"I thought about that, I want to give you this…" He held out his hand and in it was a strange device. It looked like a hand guard to a sword but only the guard and the handle, there was no blade. There was a small switch on the handle, the entire device was coloured gold and black in what Gabe identified as the "Hellguard" colours. Gabriel flicked the switch and slashed with the hilt of the weapon, what happened next amazed Gabe. Parts of a sword extended out from the hilt and locked into place by the end of the swing. Now the weapon looked like a standard broadsword but it was entirely blue. "Press the switch in to activate the blade's special feature, it makes a charge run up the edges of the blade to effectively slice demons to ribbons, standard issue among The Hellguard, unfortunately because it's not been used in years, the power supply has almost run dry so use it in the most dire emergancy. Flick the switch again to collapse the blade into it's hilt for easy storage." He smiled and handed Gabe the weapon. "I'd be out there with you but I've never really healed and in my old age I'd be naught but fodder for the demons. I will stay here and protect your mother. Now lets get this armour on you."

Within minutes Gabe was fully suited up in his armour. Half the chest plate was missing, so his right side was unguarded but he was assured his new arm could defend him as well as any shield, He had an arm guard on his left arm and he decided to forgo most of the leg guards in favour of agility. He also decided not to wear the helmet as it stifled his vision. He turned to the entrance of the tent and swung his sword, extending it from the hilt and walked out into the fray to defend humanity or die trying.

So, how was the intro chapter? I swear on pain of death that War comes in on the next chapter, this is just to introduce Gabe, the human OC.

If you like I'll continue if not, I won't nice and simple.