(Hello everyone, I would firstly like to thank you for clicking on this story, and would secondly like to say that before you begin reading, the action on Haradon will begin on chapters 3 and on. I hope you enjoy my story and would like to say that I came up with this story long before I ever found out about the darksiders games, and when I saw the darksiders games, I was overjoyed and got even more inspiration for the story from the games. Also, if I don't really describe death and war to much, its because if your reading this, you know what they look like. anyways, enjoy the story and please, if you have any comments or concerns, feel free to message me! other than that, enjoy the story!)
-ismansrevenge
"What is your destine...little one? What is your fate?"
Isaiah could not answer, his mind working to wrap itself around the word. "Destiny? What's that papa?" Isaiah asked, smiling up at his father, tiny hands clutching his fathers thumb. Reclining against his fathers chest, the young, 5 year old, black haired Isaiah sat comfortably in his fathers lap. "Why, my little oopachi, it is the very thing that men seek. Everyone wants to know their destiny, their fate in this world. Don't you want to know what your going to be when you grow up?" Isaiah could not answer his father, squealing and laughing in delight as his father tickled him. A soft chuckle made it's way towards Isaiah's ear, perhaps the happiest thing Isaiah had ever heard.
His fathers soothing, deep and calm voice formed a chuckle that brought a smile to Isaiah's little face. Isaiah would've asked his father some more questions, had his mother not laid Jack, his red headed, 5 year old brother beside him. "Mom!" Isaiah whined, attempting to push Jack off of their father, while Jack did the same to Isaiah. "It's my turn Isaiah!" Jack whined, his face contorting into a smile as he saw their mother pick Isaiah up and set him down on the ground. "Don't pout Isaiah, you had your turn. You need to share with your brother." Their mother chided, smiling at them with a face like an angels. "Yes, sharing is caring, after all." Their father rumbled happily, bouncing Jack on knee. "I do know how to share! With me, myself and I!" Isaiah retorted, his fave forming into a cute pout from which only succeeded in having his mother kiss his cheek.
"Now now, settle down. You can both sit on my lap equally." Their father said, scooping Isaiah up in his arm and setting him on his other leg, across from Jack who was happily bouncing on their fathers knee. "It seems that my little oopachi and tyoupi have a long road ahead of them. Fate will guide you to where your destiny leads. I can see it in your eyes. You wi be great, great heroes. I only hope I can live long enough to see you become the strong men I know you will be. You will make your mother and I proud, won't you?" Isaiah and Jack immediately nodded, hugging their father tightly. "We promise to make you proud, papa!" They said in unison. Truly did the little ones have a long road...one filled with hardships and losses, gifts and happiness. Truly...they would make their father proud.
12 years later, in a small town in modern day Tokyo
"Hello there . How's your flower garden going?" Isaiah greeted as he and his brother walked by, coming home from a intense basketball game. Fit, tall and handsome, the brothers for what would be a normal teenage guy looked like. Isaiah, was around 5,8-6,0, with straight, short black hair he never really needed to comb. Jack, his brother, was a goofball, around the same height but with fiery red, messy hair. "Oh! Hello there boys! The garden is going great!" The old woman said, smiling a cheery smile as she motioned around her. Indeed, her flower garden was indeed coming together nicely, roses and dandelions blooming all around her and her house. So far she only had roses and dandelions, but she hoped to have a tricking garden of exotic and wonderful flowers. "It looks beautiful ." Isaiah complimented, stopping for a second to admire her hard work.
, a small, kind lady at the ripe old age of 74, was the nicest woman around. "How did the game go? I assume you won?" asked, a happy grin on her face. "Of course we did! We kicked their butts!" Jack cheered, continuing down the street. "Oh goody!" She said, fist bumping Isaiah. "Make sure to keep kicking butt. I expect a win in stream from you." She said, teasingly waggling a finger at Isaiah, who smiled and nodded. "Don't you worry, as long as we have some of your pie, we can win against anyone!" nodded, waving goodbye as he continued on his way. It was no secret that made perhaps the best pie in all of Tokyo. Many pie making factories, companies and markets had offered her a job as their pie maker, even offering a large sum of money for her recipe at the least. She declined them all, saying that if anyone were to know her recipe, it would be Isaiah and Jack, who she treated and cared for as her own sons.
Isaiah and Jack had a little to much fun with the offers they received, demanding the people do stupid and funny challenges to get the recipe, only to get nothin but their angry faces on youtube. To some companies, they did give them the recipe...a fake recipe, that is. With the money pocketed, the companies could do nothing but sit back and watch the boys laugh at their stupidity. "Wait for me Jack!" Isaiah called, running around the corner, chasing after his brother. Jack hadn't gotten very far, taking his time as he walked along the sidewalk, towards their house. Their house lay at the end of a street corner, a small 2 story house with an old apple tree leaning against one side of it. A comfortable bench sat beneath the trees foliage, a perfect spot to relax in the shade during hot, summer days. White walls, gray roof and a cozy backyard full of green grass and some dandelions that had been kind enough to give them.
"Ah...home sweet home..." Jack mumbled to himself upon entering, promptly throwing himself into the nearest couch and falling asleep. "Jack...dude come on man don't fall asleep on the couch...your all sweaty and smelly..." Isaiah whined, watching Jack curl up, face buried in a pillow. Sighing, Isaiah smiled a bit, going up the stairs to his bedroom. Setting his backpack next to his bed, he took a quick shower before heading back downstairs in blue, work out shorts and a red tank top. To no surprise, Jack was still fast asleep, hugging a pillow close. Sighing, Isaiah decided to let him sleep in, not in the mood to deal with Jack's annoying antics. "Well...let's see what chores I have." Isaiah muttered, taking out a notepad from his pocket. Isaiah groaned unhappily when he saw his chores. Jack should be helping him with the chores, but being the lazy bun he was, he'd rather sleep. "Well...let's get to work."
Isaiah began with cleaning the house, which he did pretty often. Vacuuming the carpets, washing the windows, bathrooms and kitchen. Fixing Jacks, and his own bedroom, Isaiah was exhausted, sheathing his handy cleaning supplies back into the closet from which they came. "Finally...I'm done..." He mumbled, laying down on his bed, closing his eyes tiredly. "I think I'll take a nap..." He mumbled, yawning as he got comfortable on the bed. Isaiah's stomach growled suddenly, startling him from his ever so wanted sleep. "Ugh...that's right...I gotta make dinner." Heading back downstairs, he found Jack playing black ops 2, TDM. Heatedly barking out orders, Jack was to busy to notice his brother as he went into he kitchen, behind him. Isaiah got to work immediately, setting out some ingredients before beginning his work.
Isaiah, having taken an interest in cooking, decided that tonight, he would go with some Italian. What would he make? Stuffed-Chicken Marsala. Sautéed chicken breasts stuffed with Italian cheeses and sun-dried tomatoes, topped with mushrooms and a creamy Marsala sauce. (Served with garlic Parmesan mashed potatoes)
It wasn't long before the food was hot and ready, sitting peacefully on shining white plates. Isaiah grinned as he set the food down on the dinner table, more than happy with his creation. "Jack! Dinners ready!" He called, already knowing he couldn't hear him over the sound of bullets and squeakers yelling into the mic. Setting down some orange juice, napkins, forks and knives, he turned towards the living room from which Jack was. Making his way towards it, he walked up to his brother, roughly pushing him with his knee. Jack growled in annoyance by continued to play, not caring much for what Isaiah wanted. "Yo, Jack, dinners ready." Isaiah yelled over the racket, trying to get his stubborn brother to listen. His attempts were to no avail, as Jack continued to ignore him, no matter how hard he punched his arm. Eventually, Isaiah gave up, walking back to the dinner table where he enjoyed the meal by himself.
Grabbing the remote control for the television, Isaiah switched on the TV. Almost immediately he face-palmed at the words he heard coming from the television set. "-that's why I think Obama is the devil." Was the first words Isaiah heard when he switched to the news channel. "Riveting detail and information. Thank you Mr. Juarez, for your detailed speech. We were happy to have you." A woman said, smiling as she shook the mans hand before watching him leave. Turning back to the camera, she began to talk once again, as if the things she just said had no effect on her. "On tonights 7 o'clock news, we bring you a friend of ours named Ollie, our new weather forecaster. Ollie is currently in Florida, let's check in on him shall we? How are you doing over there Ollie?"
The tv switched to that of a different camera, one showing a chubby African American man wearing a yellow rain coat, looking not to pleased. "ITS RAINING!" Ollie yelled, the camera quickly shifting back to the news lady. "I'm sorry about that. Can you tell me how bad it is from a scale of 1 to 10?"
Thunder boomed behind Ollie as the camera once again shifted back to him. Ollie didn't respond for a while, staring at the camera without blinking before suddenly yelling his answer.
"THAT THUNDER SCARED ME! I POOPED MY PANTS! APPLE!"
"That bad huh? Is there anything you'd like?"
"SOUP!" Ollie replied, his hat being swept away by the wind.
"What kind of soup?"
"CLAM CHOWDER!"
"Alright, we'll get that out to you ASAP. Thanks Ollie."
"ITS RAINING SIDEWAYS!"
The camera stayed on the news lady this time, no longer showing Ollie, which greatly disappointed Isaiah who was laughing so hard he couldn't breathe. The news lady was also giggling, seeming to have a very hard time keeping herself from bursting out laughing as well. "On further news..." The news lady stopped short, putting a hand over her mouth as she tried hard to stifle her laughter. The cameraman and other people behind the set were also laughing, unable to keep themselves together. "We'll...we'll be right back after these commercials..." The news lady said, laughing as the news faded into the commercials. Isaiah smiled as he also finished laughing, lowering the volume on the tv before finishing his meal. Jack, still heatedly playing his game, took no heed of Isaiah when he walked by, making his way upstairs.
Back in the quiet, comfort of his room, Isaiah relaxed on his bed, closing his tired eyes. "What a day..." Isaiah mumbled, feeling sleep knocking at his door. "Maybe I'll take a quick...quick nap...than I'll go and make sure Jack eats his food...yea...that's what I'll do." He muttered softly, feeling himself slip away, into blissful sleep.
Isaiah slowly opened his eyes, yawning as he sat up. "Man...I slept pretty well..." He mumbled, looking around. Wait...he didn't see anything. It was completely dark around him. Normally he would've been fine, simply getting and turning on his bedside lamp, or checking the time to see that it was really early in the morning or still late in the night. However, he couldn't. Isaiah felt himself look around, blindly touching the ground and air to get a feel of where he was. "Interesting...you do not fear the dark...but you soon will. They always do." A deep, gruff voice hissed in the darkness, resembling the voice of smaug. Isaiah looked around, trying to find the source of the voice. "Hello. Who are you?" Isaiah asked calmly, curious as to who had spoken. "Curious little creature aren't you?" The voice spoke again, a soft chuckle following it.
Green flames sprouted in the darkness, moving across Isaiah's vision like a snake. The flames outlined the form of a massive creature, a dragon. The dragons head alone towered over him, teeth twice the size of his body. The green flames outlined the dragon, showing it's black scales that seemed like endless voids of darkness. Horns sprouted from the top of its head, curving up and out, towards Isaiah. "Hello...boy. You seem to not recognize me...strange..." The dragon muttered, it's head coming closer. "I am Corruption...once the rightful lord of Haradon, rightful ruler of this wretched planet you call earth." Isaiah sighed, feeling a bit uneasy. This dream seemed to real, to much as I it was really happening. "I don't care, go away." He muttered, waving his hand at the dragon. Normally, in his dreams, Savin his hand would dispel the dream or creature that Isaiah was facing, allowing him to relax in a comfy dream world. Now, however, it did nothin but make the dragon laugh.
"You stupid...stupid human...I am not some dream you can simply whisk away with a wave of your hand. I am a living nightmare, having lived throughout the ages of time. You will not dispel me with a wave of your hand. You, child, will come to me. You will join me, you will feel power and you will have the spoils of a thousand kingdoms." Isaiah suddenly felt fearful, felt small and weak. Terror ran through his veins, a cold feeling slithering through his body. "Fear me..." The dragon whispered, it's eyes glowing green as it stared into Isaiah's eyes. Isaiah couldn't blink , couldn't close his eyes. He could only stare into those cold, lifeless orbs that promised chaos, pain and suffering. Isaiah could only stare in horror as the dragon showed him images that no man should ever be shown. His brother, being torn apart, screaming and crying in pain. Than being reformed and killed in another greusome way. The dragon showed , smiling in her garden, only to have the plants entangle her and slowly crush her. "No...no...NOOOOO!" Isaiah yelled, the images abruptly stopping, his vision blurring with he purest white. "W-what..." Isaiah muttered in confusion, his eyes stinging as he covered them protectively with his hand. "Shhh...it's alright...he can't hurt you anymore..." A soft, caring voice whispered. A woman, dressed in white appeared before him, a soft smile on her face. "Sleep now. Your adventures are only beginning. Rest." She said, Isaiah suddenly feeling at peace, calm and relaxed. "Yea...sleep..." He mumbled, unable to stay awake to ask her who she was, or what was happening.
Isaiah weakly reached up to try and stop her from leaving, wanting answers, but he simply closed his eyes and fell asleep.