Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/Samael, maybe later Azrael/War
Warnings: AU, Non-con, Yaoi, Blood, General unpleasantness
Chapter: Prologue
Copyright: Characters & places © By Rick Riordan, Plot & OC´s © by me
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He could see the fight raging, spectral blades of light shooting out at almost even intervals. He had briefly seen Abaddon, in the form of a massive black and red dragon, flying up high only to fall down again.
"Oh… Abaddon…" The archangel whispered, clasping his hands as he looked up still. He would wait here, for the Horseman or Uriel, whoever got to him first. "I warned you of this foolishness." But he had not done it enough, had he?
He more felt than heard the presence behind him. Half-turning, his eyes briefly widened at the sight in front of him. "Samael."
The demon moved closer still, not at all fearful of the other's magical abilities. "A sad little bird, aren't you?"
"Spare me your mockery, demon." Golden light gathered around his hands. That he would accept judgment, would not mean that he would let a demon kill him ere it was passed.
"Come now, Azrael." The massive red being chuckled. "Starting the Endwar early? I did not think you'd have it in you."
The reminder might as well have come by the end of a Maker's hammer. Azrael flinched, magic fleeting away at his broken concentration.
It was all the opportunity the demon needed, hand closing around the scholar in a crushing grip. Humans and most of the lesser demons and angels would have been crushed, but Azrael did not. He screamed in pain, but none were around to hear him as he felt his bones creak in his body.
Perhaps he had underestimated the angel's abilities, or overestimated the destitution the blue-clad male felt, but Samael cried out in pain himself shortly thereafter. The archangel had managed to shoot him point-blank in his face with pure energy.
Still half-blinded, he smashed the angel into the stone ground, grinning at the outcry of pain and the sound of breaking bones. Several lose feathers caressed his red skin, swirling down to the ground. Regaining his sight, he saw that for at least a short while Heaven's child would be out, knocked unconscious from the impact.
Regarding the black blood that stained his fingertips as he traced them over where he had been hit, he was interrupted from finishing by the sound of meteors passing overhead. Somehow knowing that those were not the normal ones that had devastated earth since the premature Endwar, he looked up.
His eyes widened at the three balls of light aiming for the Destroyers 'fortress' up above. Green, Death, Orange, Strife, Purple, Fury… The Horsemen had been summoned, the Seventh Seal broken.
"I guess that is my cue to leave." He'd rather not have to deal with all four of them.
Already half-gone, he changed his mind and instead of leaving the angel, pulled him down to Hell along with him.