AN: As you read this you will probably see that this is my first Fan Fiction. I accept all comments, as long as they are true and reasonable, so no trolling! Now that I think about it, if you are a troll... You probably won't listen to me anyway, but whatever. So as you probably know this is a FF about Darksiders (hopefully you knew that), but mostly about Strife (and other characters, Strife is just the one from the game). Originally I was going to do one with Fury, considering neither have a lot of stories, but someone started one up with her that is continuing so I am going to continue one with Strife, that way I don't upset the balance or something. Also, it is set after the apocalypse, when most of the humans have returned and the Horseman are still with the Council, and I am bringing in Fey, so if you don't know, it's fairies, elementals, dryads, ect. stuff like that.
Chapter 1
Strife, rider of the white horse, sat under a tree, fiddling with his two guns, Mercy, a black four barrel pistol, and Redemption, a white revolver style pistol. His natural facade was covered by a white mask that only showed his eyes and covered more than half his head, almost being considered a helmet, he had a long wine colored scarf that covered his neck, parts of his chest and back. He had a thin black cloth that covered nearly all of his body, with the exception of his head and arms. His arms, legs, and waist, were armored by steel, the same metal of his mask.
The horseman sat fixated on his work in though. He had recently been attacked by an unknown man who apparently really liked the shadows and arrows. The man was fast and fought in the trees making it hard for Strife to see who it was, that didn't stop him from hitting the man. He had got the man once in the leg, the man fled higher up, to his surprise it was to no avail, the man kept attacking. After that, Strife might have hit the man aging, but would have no evidence of it. Unless he met the man. One thing puzzled Strife, how the man was attacking, it seemed more like training or a test, rather than full-on combat.
Strife was broken from his thoughts and work. The Charred Council had summoned him. He stood up and called upon his steed, Conquest. The horse was the biggest of the four horse, and the whitest, not by much, because Ruin is quite massive and Despair is a deathly pale. The rider gave the horse a quick pat on the neck before he mounted him. The pair stepped through the portal that the Council had summoned to bring Strife to them.
On the other side of the portal was a crescent shaped island surrounded by lava, Strife on the tip of the island moved to the center so he could be in the full presence of the Council. The Charred Council was the same entity but in three "bodies" so to speak. Their true form was unknown, but know they resembled jagged stone heads with fire in the center of each head, shone out through the mouth and eyes. Each had different personalities, but they always to get to the same arrangement.
Once Strife was in the center his dismounted and kneeled only to stand back up again, crossing his arms. "Can I ask why I was summoned?" Strife started.
"We have a mission for you. One that can, not, be repeated to the others," The one on the right answered.
"Why can't I tell anyone? Not saying I would, but, why?" Strife unfolded his arms, wondering what this assignment is for, and why they asked him.
"This assignment is one that deals with the past, a past that needs to be put to rest. After the resurrection of humanity, a problem has arose, dealing with a certain 'problem'," The left one spoke. "We have chosen you to carry out this task, because we believe you have already had confrontation with one of the pest."
"Well can I know what pest I encountered?" Strife refolded his arms, trying to recall something or someone who the Council considers a pest.
The one in the middle decided to answer after a few seconds of silence. "The Fey. We need you to find the one who attacked you and bring it to us. We will send you information as you go that might change your task. The Fey are strong and unpredictable. Once you have found it, your task will not be over, don't forget that."
Strife stood there digesting the new information. What are Fey? He though. And what does he mean by 'not over'?
Before Strife could ask any question they all said in unison, "We know you have question, but there is no time, go to Eden, there you can find your information, and seek Vulgrim. He may be of use to you. Collect your souls and go!"
With that being said, Strife mounted Conquest and rode through the portal to Eden, but only after he picked up the souls the Council offered.
Eden was still recovering the false apocalypse, the last time Strife had seen Eden was when, he, and his siblings, Death, War, and Fury, where trying to save Wars name. Ever since then his brothers and sister had been sent on missions non-stop missions and tasks the Council asked of them. Strife had been lucky to have a week off from missions, but now he felt this task would be longer than normal. He didn't like the feeling of not knowing what he was up against. The only thing he knew was the Council is worried, the one he met really liked hiding, and the information needed to find said man that attacked him was on Eden. This didn't look to good.
Strife was deep enough in thought that he had road into a settlement, the Council had placed the portal around a area so the Horseman could find the place quickly, and luckily it was easy if find.
The people of the settlement a just stared at the Horseman, wondering if there was a problem that he need to fix. The humans here had all been use to the Horsemen coming and going through their town, but usually there was a problem when they did, but there were no problems as of now. Most of the men had beards and thick clothing to protect their thin bodies from the cold or the sun, the women had thick hair and clothes and most had basket in their hands. The children that where there where shoved inside or pulled to their mothers or fathers.
Strife just road on, looking for something, but he had no idea what he should be looking for.
Strife pulled Conquest to a stop, he scanned the crowd of human. He looked to the closest one to him that was on his right, it was a short man with a long beard that reached down to his chest, he had a fishers hat on a striped shirt with blue-jeans and boots. He facial features where clouded by dirt and hair.
"Do you know what Fey are? Or someone who would know?" Strife knew this probably sounded stupid, but how else was he supposed to do it?
The man had a squeaky high-pitched voice ask he spoke, "I don't recon I know much about 'em, aren't they them things with wings? Fairies a believe they called, yea, that all I know. You could always ask Mari about 'em. He aot to know. He down in da' last tent on da' right."
The man pointed to a plain white tent, it was on the left but Strife decided we would keep it in this time. The motioned Conquest to go to the tent. When they got there, Strife dismounted and walked on in. The tent was filled with books and a make-shift bed made out of hay, there was also a candle next to a man who had his back to the Horseman. He had a white shirt and black pants, he had no shoes and unlike all the other men, no beard. When the man realized that someone was in the tent he turned around and almost jumped out of the tent in fright. He wasn't as dirty as the others either.
"Do you know anything, and I do mean anything, about Fey?" Strife asked with a hint of hope and a hint of anger. Why couldn't the Council just tell him? Unless...
"F-fey? L-like, l-like Fey?" The man asked, clearly intimidated by Strife.
"Wow, I am dealing with a complete genius," Strife said with all the sarcasm he could muster. "Yes, l-like Fey," Trying to insult the man's stutter.
The man took the insult and cleared his throat before continuing. "I know that they have, uh, been healing the land for some time now. But that, that's all I know."
Strife looked at the man who was starting to sweat and turned to leave, the man was about to speak but Strife did care to listen. He mounted his steed and road out of the town in search of Vulgrim. Great, I get to deal with him too, Strife thought.
Luckily, this area was a place Strife use to come often on missions, so it was not as hard as it would originally be to find Vulgrim. When he came up on the runes swaying in the air, he knew he was in the right place. The runes would clink together filling the air with a soft chime, as the pare walked to the demon merchants hole.
"Well, well, well, Strife, has come to see me now has he. How can I be of service?" The demon came from the serpent hole and glided around Strife as he dismounted. Vulgrim was thin and with no muscle, he had large horns and a twisted smile that was made of teeth, his eyes where a sick green with a small white dot that indicated his irises. His wings looked like they had been ripped off, and he had various "knick-knacks" hanging from him.
Strife clenched his jaw at the demons scratchy voice. "What can you tell me about Fey?"
Vulgrim looked at Strife like he had just asked the meaning of life. It took a few seconds for the demon the collect himself with his usual facade. "The Fey are expensive, is what they are. Only if you have what-"
Strife cut him off but releasing the souls the Council gave. He didn't realize how many the Council gave him till Vulgrim ate them.
"You really want to know! Ha! Three-hundred thousand souls! Why is something that hasn't existed for longer than anyone has been alive so important to you, or shall I say, the Charred Council?" Vulgrim surprised by the offer but Strife guessed it was more that he was intrigued rather than surprised.
"I don't know that's why I am here. Now, what do you know about the Fey? I believe that is enough for you to tell me all you know, and then some." Strife getting irritated with the lack of answers and pile of questions.
"Oh, it very much will," Vulgrim had a smile wider than he has ever had. "The most I know about the Fey is that they are nature-obeying tricksters. They have two courts, Winter and Summer, there is rumor about a secret court but no proof."
"I am not here for rumors, Vulgrim, just tell me what you know."
"Touchy now are we, anyways, as I was saying. The two courts would fight at the changing of seasons in a clear battle of who would win, it was inevitable, never the less, they fought. The Fey are powerful cunning creatures, well most anyway. Most if not follow the law of Nature."
"Do you know the rules of 'Nature'?" Strife asked as he shifted his weight and crossed his arms.
"I am afraid, no, no one knows the 'laws of Nature' it just is. I believe that was the point to their reason, but that would be last that I know of the Fey."
"What! You mean I gave you three-hundred thousand souls, for, for that!? There has to be more than that!" Strife walking up to Vulgrim, almost about to shoot him, before he stopped himself. "What other than information do you know, merchant?"
Vulgrim's smile only got wider. "Why my dear Horseman, calm down, I am just a humble merchant, nothing more, and I can sell you what you want."
Vulgrim pulls out a piece of parchment and hands it to Strife, who is now eyeing the demon down for motive. Vulgrim left with, "Strife, just remember, names carry power." Vulgrim left back to the serpent holes.
The Horseman, thought about what the merchant said and opened the piece of parchment it read: To my best customer, Strife, I give you a portal to the Fey and a name, Naerdiel.
AN: If you have ideas for the story, just tell me and I will try to add it. (like characters and stuff)