A/N: Hey there. This is my first try on a fanfic, and my first story altogether. First, I'm going to write a short intro just to get you guys interested, and so you can see the basic idea. Then, it's on with the first chapter. Hope you enjoy.
I DO NOT own Darksiders.
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Darksiders: The last Hope
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Intro
Razor stood at the edge of the cliff, not daring to look down at the gapping abyss. And not because of vertigo. More likely, because of the hordes of demons approaching him. Big, small, riding ghostly horses or simply running. Armed with an assortment of axes, scythes, swords, or simply claws and sharp teeth.
Razor flexed his left hand, his clawed gauntlet gripping on the two meter long scythe. The silver blade was as long as forearm. His right hand though, was a different story. From shoulder to elbow it was his usual pale skin, but from there on, the skin became a dark grey, encrusted in glowing symbols and latters of a language long forgotten. His hand was a dark purple with claws at the tips of his fingers.
But the most noticeable thing about him was his face. Or what you could see of it. For it was mostly covered by a black hood, which literally hid his face in shadow. Only his mouth and phantomlike purple eyes were visible under the darkness of the hood. His eyes, as well as his right arm were apparently radiating dark mist.
As the hellish army was closing in, Razor looked to his right. His mentor, Death, had drawn his dual scythes, and united them in the single, huge version.
"Ready?" He asked, as the dammed had almost reached their position.
Razor smirked. "Always." He answered, his scythe turning into a giant hammer. And the two rippers charged at the approaching enemy.
A/N: So, what do think? I know, the hand thing is from DMC 4, but I wanted to give Razor a darker look. And it's cool!
For those wandering how he got the hand (he wasn't born with it) keep on reading.
Till next time.