This is basically what happened after my other story 'Before'. It's not necessary to read it, but it will help you understand some things here. I'll explain some again here, but it's recommended to read the story.
I only own the new characters that no one's heard of in Darksiders I, II.
Ch. 1
Fury stepped through the hole in the stone wall, and opened the large door that was before her. Once inside, she saw Death, Strife and War all assembled, who all looked at her, nodding in a greeting when she sat beside her twin.
"This must be important, if they called all of us here…" the eldest mused and looked at each sibling.
"They didn't tell you anything either?" the youngest raised an eyebrow at his sister.
Shaking her head she glanced at the door: "Perhaps they shall send a Watcher… They seem frustrated about something."
"You think it's about the time we accidentally burned Mortimer's castle to the ground?" the male twin shrugged.
"No, they already sent us at the edge of the Volcano. Must be something else…" Death shook his head.
A few seconds later, a shadowy figure phased through the door, stopping before the four and bowing.
"Greetings masters… I have news from the Charred Council…" it looked at all four, each with a pair of eyes.
"There have been unusual activates in some of the realms… The masters want you to split in groups of two and head to the Forge Lands and The Kingdom of the Dead. You are to find the source of this disturbance and eliminate it," it spoke quickly, clearly wanting to leave the room.
"I see… Then I and-" Death started, but the Watcher cut him off, its figure shaking and voice trembling, clearly frightened.
"A-Actually… The masters have… have decided who shall go with whom and to where…" it managed and gulped.
There was a silence, as the four siblings glared at the Watcher. They knew there was an alternative motive for this, as there always is. But none questioned it. They would simply have to accept that.
"So, how did they pick?" Strife leaned back in the sofa.
Taking a minute to calm down, the Watcher answered: "Death and Strife must head to the Kingdom of the Dead, while Fury and War go to the Forge Lands. It-It is not to change…"
Sighing, Fury stood and stretched her arms. "I wish I could trade… Strife and Death are probably going to kill each other."
"I'd rather go to the Maker's Realm than to that Dead wasteland. But," the male twin stood and glared at the creature. "It's not up to discussion.
"Let's just get going…" War was impatient as he headed towards the door.
"It can't be helped… The sooner we are done, the better…" the scythe wielder stepped out and saw that the portals were already prepared for them.
On the left was a light blue, with the images of mountains, trees and buildings, while the other was dark purple and showed ashes, peaks and mist.
Death was the first to enter the right portal and vanished. Fury looked at her twin before stepping into the left one, disappearing. Strife and War seemed the least pleased with the whole thing, but followed their siblings.
When their feet stepped on the ground, they picked up the ashes as the two Nephilim looked around, hoping to find whatever they needed quickly.
"You think the King of Bones will know anythn' more about this?" Strife asked and put his helmet on, focusing on his vision to scan the surroundings. (1)
"I'd rather not ask him anything, if it can be avoided. We did not part on too friendly terms last time I was here…" Death got on one knee and picked some of the ashes, grinding it in with his fingers. "We're at The Maw. The City of the Dead is east, and since we're avoiding that, we better head north. The Breach seems a likable place for anomalies," he deducted and stood back up, looking at his brother's helmet, where one of three crystals glowed.
"See anything?" he asked a minute later.
Releasing his focus, the twin clicked his tongue and answered: "Nothn' special for a few miles. And I don't think we should head there. It's the most obvious place, so I doubt whoever's behind this will be there."
"I had no idea you were such an expert on this place," Death's voice dripped with sarcasm. It was unclear yet, who was better at the deductive work, but the Reaper had no intention to let his brother outdo him.
"I do read ya know. And can you just leave it this time? I'm tryn' here!" the gunner hissed. He never really minded the competition they had, but he wasn't in the mood for this.
Ignoring him, the elder one called for his crow – Dust, and told him to go ahead. When it flew away, the Nephilim started heading north, with an agitated sibling behind.
They did not get far, however, before a green light appeared before them and took the shape of a male.
Fury and War found themselves in the Stonefather's Vale when they entered the realm. Almost immediately, the male started waking, not even bothering to speak to his sister about how they were to take care of this.
"War!" she yelled and ran after him, grabbing him by the shoulder and turning him around. It had always annoyed her that he just walked off and away from everyone, thinking everything could be solved by fighting. "What are you doing? We need to find the ones responsible. Don't just walk off," she narrowed her eyes on him.
"That is what I intend to do," he returned the look and shook her hand off. He was never one to wait for the battle to come to him. But he was just sick of Fury always thinking he couldn't handle himself.
"That is all good, but we need to discuss how to handle them. Simply heading somewhere won't accomplish that."
"There is nothing to discuss. We find and eliminate them. It is as simple as that," he frowned.
"It is not so simple! We have no idea who, where or what their abilities are! You would simply charge head first into things!" she clenched her fists.
The younger opened his mouth to speak, when a new voice cut him off: "Horsemen? What be your business here?"
The siblings looked towards the left and saw someone, twice the side of War with long fingers, shaved head, a beard reaching to their neck and a hammer swung over his shoulder, starring at the two.
"Horsemen…" the figure spoke slowly and bowed its head.
"To what do we owe this… pleasure of your arrival…?" it added looking at the Nephilim.
"Council business. Noting that would be of concern to you or your King," Death didn't plan to say anything.
"Understood…" it bowed again before adding: "But my Lord requested your presence Horsemen. I hope you understand…"
"You can tell him we've got important things to take care of and don't have time to stop by and chit-chat. You understand don't ya?" Strife walked past the ghost, with his brother shrugging and following suit.
"I'm afraid…" it spoke and a few moments later, more of its kin appeared and surrounded the siblings. "I simply must insist…" the figure finished and turned around to look at them, seeing they both had their hands on the weapons, but never took them out. They didn't want to waste time on pointless battles, so they relaxed their stances and followed the ghosts towards the City of the Dead.
"You're a Maker, aren't you?" War asked as the large male walked closer.
"Aye, lad. I be Ramer or Ram fo' short. Now, what be two Horsemen lookn' for in these 'ere parts?"
"The Charred Council sent us to find a disturbance in the balance and destroy it. You would not happen to know anything about it would you?" Fury wanted to have as much information as she could.
"Hmmm," Ram scratched his bald head and closed his eyes. "I meself don' 'now much, but me elders probably 'ave a good idea what's happenin'," he finally spoke.
"We don't have time…" War mumbled and looked at the side. He had already met a Maker once, and the two weren't exactly friends.
"I guess we could go and see them. The more we know, the better," Fury nodded and looked at her brother. "War, l-" but he cut her off, not wanting to hear it. "I won't bother with going there. I'll just go and find them on my own," and without waiting for the answer, he turned and walked away, leaving an angry sister and confused Ramer.
(1) In the story 'Before' I decided to enhance Strife's senses, and when he uses the helmet, he can focus on one sense to make it... well really strong. :X
Anyway... Tell me what you think? Oh, and here's a little preview on the next chapter.
"What brings you to my Kingdome?"
"I'm sure you already know the answer. Don't waste our time with these formalities."
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"They split us! Two climbing the wall, one making his way through the gate and the other went into the dungeons!" he reported and Death already made a dash for the dungeons. "Don't interfere! Stay back!"
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"The feelings you and your brethren have… They will destroy you all!" he hissed and an explosion was heard as the roof above them.
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"Huh?"
"I saw through your lil trick.