Don't own Darksiders 1/2
Childhood
It always starts as story of mourning or sadness. Either with the resentment of War, the ignorance of Strife, uncaring view of Death, or the compassion of Fury; none have ever thought of the times before, before age had come for them to mount their horses and take charge against their people. Why not look at a sweeter time of their lives? Where their bonds grew as kin; brothers and sister, together as a family…
"Hey Strife, come here!" Fury yelled, her childish voice squealing as she had Death tackled to the ground, wanting help from her brothers to defeat their eldest brother who was a teenager. Strife ran over and jumped onto Death. The toddler that was War ran over, a grin on his face and he fell over onto one of Deaths legs.
"They've captured me!" Death yelled with amusement, feigning agony in his voice as Fury tickled him and Strife tried to beat him up. War got up and stumbled over to Death's head and fell next to him, giggling. Fury stopped and turned to tackle her twin.
Strife screamed in surprise when his sister came out of no where and took him to the ground in a wrestle.
"Ow! Stop it!" Fury whined when Strife pulled her hair. Death scooped up War and sat up.
"Strife! Don't pull her hair. Let her go." Death scorned. Strife puffed and released his sister, crossing his arms in a pout.
"She tackled me…" Strife muttered.
"Well she didn't deserve to have her hair pulled; she was just trying to play with you." Death said, watching Fury rub her sore scalp.
"Say your sorry, both of you." Death ordered. Fury looked over at Strife.
"I'm sorry." She apologized. Strife glanced at her, stubbornness over ruling him.
"Strife…" Death urged.
"Sorry." Strife muttered. Fury reached out and hugged him, making them fall onto their backs. Death let go of the squirming War and watched as he waddled over to his siblings. Strife still had an angry look on his face, but War tackled him, making a cute roaring noise making Strife smile.
Death chuckled. He sighed heavily and fell back on the grass. Fury walked over and lay next to him, her head on his chest. Strife brought War over and lay on the other side of him.
They all stared up as the sunset started.
"It's so beautiful." Fury said. Her golden eyes were wide and her lips were a smile. Death chuckled at her amazement.
"I hate when it gets dark." Strife mumbled. War started to mumble silently as his eyes drifted shut, the calm colors of the sunset soothing him, and the warm of being between Death and Strife lulling him to sleep.
"Will mom and dad ever come back, Death?" Fury asked after War went to sleep. Death felt a pang of sorrow go through his chest.
"Yeah, will they?" Strife asked, looking up at his big brother. Death sighed and thought silently to himself, picking his words carefully.
"I cannot say if they will, but I know we will always be together. No matter what we put each other through, no matter what chaos happens; we must always protect each other, sacrifice anything for each other. That is what it means to be family."