I don't own Darksiders or lord of the rings

Gonna change some stuff in the Darksiders universe to fit my story. One of which will be the fact that death will have complete Invulnerability and near infinite physical prowess. This story takes place after the Darksiders 2 game as well as being carried and born in the natural way of life between Lilith and abaddon

Chapter One it all starts

Death is one of the four and also the known leader. Fearsome enforcers of the charred council. This tale is one of the more hidden kinds that death keeps from his siblings. After the resurrection of mankind do we find our, what shall we call him, Hero? Rescuer? Saviour? Standing in front of the charred council getting his new task. A task that will take him to the edge of the unknown and were he will find new enemies to fight. New allies to meet and even possibly, someone that will understand him.

Death fell through the portal looking forward to some new things. His hair wiped around him as he fell through the empty void that existed between dimensions and worlds. He felt like the fall continued for eons. Not that he was afflicted by the tooth of time. He landed easily on the ground with a deep thud. The Nephilim looked around to find himself on a plane that he didn't know where he was. He walked towards one of the threes and touched it's bark. He drained it's life force gaining all of its knowledge of the surroundings. He looked around for the landmarks that he had seen and started to walk towards the village town of Bree for some reason that he couldn't understand. He looked at the weapons at his waist. The harvester, forged in the Endforge. Any weapon that was forged in this smithy was made completely indestructible. He nodded and started to walk the distance. he decided to change the harvester in the sword that the black luster soldier wields since he had found on such card in the ruins of the world of man by sheer luck.

Time passed on as death slowly made his way towards the town of Bree. As the sun travelled high above in the sky did Death think about what his task in this world would be and how he would achieve it? Death calmly treaded through the wilder land. Death looked towards the sky and found it to be early night. Death wore heavy gladiatorial chainmail armour and plated greaved pants as well as metal greaved boots plus gauntlets and bracers. On his waist was the black damnation heavy revolver with infinite ammunition and it fired heavy titanium combined with diamond round that was indestructible as well as his scythe. His weapons can cut and blast even adamantium to complete ashes if he would so want to. This looked exactly like his brother's strife's pistol, redemption. Death decided to finish his trip for the day. As he slept did he soon wake and continue his trip. So it continued for several days until he started to reach civilization. Death looked over his purse and nodded that he had a few gold coins left which was about a hundred or so.

He walked up towards the gate of the small village and knocked on the gate. The villager who popped open glared through the small window to the town of Staddle. "Wha be ya business in staddle stranger." Death looked amused at the small thing. In front of him was someone who wasn't afraid of him. Yet again they didn't know who he was either. "Open the gate. If you don't want to reach the underworld before your time." The man paled and he immediately opened the door. "Where is the nearest inn?" death asked calmly. The man swallowed and spoke "Down the road you will find the inn of the dancing dragon. Can't really miss it you can't." death nodded and walked down the street and he bought a coat that he found on own of the stands that was opened. Death noticed that it must have been 2pm as the humans would say. He then walked back the way that he had come and entered the inn. Death calmly looked around at the people gathered in the inn. He found a stranger looking at him with a pipe glowing in the darkness. Death walked up and smiled evilly behind his mask "do you really want to die beforehand?" he asked calmly. The man looked at him calmly and just stopped smoking, putting away his pipe. "What are you doing here Unquale?" Death glared at the man and growled "speak so that I can understand." The man nodded and spoke his question. Death thought for a minute but he did tell the man of why he was there and that he didn't know what the task he was given was. The man just looked at death as the nephilim talked not interrupting the figure.

Death looked at Aragorn as they after a hot meal set out again travelling for Bree. On the road did Aragorn suddenly stiffen. He hissed "orcs." Death blinked and looked at the tracks. Suddenly a figure jumped at Death. Or tried to as Death spun around and immediately slashed the Orc clean in half with his blade. The orc's top half fell over and entrails and blood splashed everywhere. The orcs fell upon them like a tide before the storm. Death was having a field day dishing out punishment wherever there was someone to take the blow. Aragorn was stupefied at the display of skill and strength. Death had crushed steel, flesh and bone with his mere hand and the unlucky one was an orc that was bigger then the rest. After the fight ended did death walk up towards the dead corpses and summoned back the orc captain's spirit and the foul creature spat up blood.

"Tell me why you attacked us?" death growled at the orc. The creature just grinned and spoke "lord Sauron will enslave you Nephilim. We orcs will never die when you're in chains. The age of man is coming to a close." Death just ripped off the orc's head and tossed it away. "Tell me Aragorn, what is it that you are searching for exactly?" death asked curious. Aragorn looked ahead and said "not what, but who. I was given a message by a old friend that is a Istar." Death looked confused as he interrupted "an Istar. What's that?" Aragorn explained calmly "it's a wizard for short." Death chuckled "like those old men wearing pointy hat and a stick that shoots magic." Aragorn blinked confused not understanding what was so funny. "While you're correct about the age and clothing, you're wrong about the stick thing. Wizards have long staffs that they channel their magic through." Death just shook his head saying "never mind." And Aragorn continued "and he told me that I would look out for a hobbit with company." Death blinked "a hobbit?" and Aragorn explained the various races in middle earth. They stopped for the night and Death was sleeping rather uncomfortably as he remembered the day he slaughtered his kin. Aragorn looked up and noticed death was sweating. in the memory: death was standing on the fields of eden and was killing his fellow nephilim. he had just killed one of his sisters and turned around. "well, well, well. if it isn't the little traitor. come to take our souls, brother?" the giant asked with distain. death barked "we have no claim to eden!" the giant shouted back "the angels have a realm in the high heavens, even the dregs of hell have realm of their own. why shouldn't we have own of ours!" Death shouted back "Eden belongs to man!" the giant answered by shouting back "IT BELONGS TO WHO TAKE IT!" and they entered a battle.

Aragorn walked over and was about to wake his companion when death woke up, roared and had his bladeagainst Aragorn's throat. He breathed heavily as he spoke regaining control "if you value your life. Never try to wake me." Death walked back towards his sleeping roll and rolled it back up and put it back in his backpack. He rested against the tree looking at the amulet that is inside his chest. He touched it but nothing happened. "what is that thing?" Aragorn asked confused. Death removed his hand and spoke "better that you don't know anything about it." And with that did Aragorn return to sleep. As dawn broke the next day did they continue the travel towards Bree where they where meet by a solid wooden gate with walls. Aragorn knocked on the door and a man opened up. He smiled at Aragorn "WHY BLESS ME BEARD! IF IT Isn't STRIDER!" the man shouted with happiness. Aragorn hurriedly shushed him after seeing death glare. As they were let in did death look up at the sky and he felt like some storm was coming.

Aragorn noticed his companion's worried expression and just shrugged. When they travelled through town did he find that there were mixed races living in Bree but it was just humans and hobbits. Death looked at a helmet in a nearby smithy turning it around. "Looking to buy a new helmet lad?" the smith said smiling. "if I wanted a helmet then I would make my own." Death said coldly and tossed back the helmet as if it where scraps. When they entered the inn did many of the current customers go quiet looking over the two strangers. After some time did the atmosphere return to normal and death looked over the gathering. "What will it be loves?" a pregnant barkeep walked over tiredly but with a warm smile. Death was 6th5 feet (don't know if its true but I'm just gonna swing it) and he looked at the woman with a moment's hesitation. "I'll take…" he was quiet for some time and then spoke "some grilled meat if I can have it with some bread and a tankard of…" what was it called here, mead, ale? He looked for Aragorn for help "Ale." Aragorn said quickly and helpfully and he added "the same for me."

As the horseman and ranger sat there did Death look at Aragorn through his skeletal mask and spoke "you're not like the other humans that I meet." Aragorn nodded and spoke "I'm of the Dunadain." Death looked at him "the Dunadain?" he asked drily and Aragorn nodded and spoke "men with extraordinary long life length and we hailed originally from the kingdom of Arnor but we moved down into middle earth after my forefather Vardamir." Death nodded as his curiosity was sated and he continued to eat in silence. time moved on as they were waiting. death hated waiting and it was getting on his nerves. Aragorn saw death going through some very inhuman sword fighting moves and walked up to him and asked him "how did you learn that move." Death stoped what he was doing and sat down beside the dunadain. Death looked to the sky and smiled at the heavens "i learned it from my youngest brother. he's name is war and he was always the most strongest of us when in battle." Aragorn snorted. death chuckled warmly and spoke "while it is true that i'm stronger over all that doesn't mean that i'm unbeatable in combat. my brother war has the ability to feed on the chaotic energy of war through his sword chaoseater and the more he fights the stronger he gets. Aragorn nodded and stood up with a friendly grin. "care for a spare?" death looked with a raised eyebrow at the man seriously thinking the man was insane. but he just shrugged and they started their spar. Death stood calmly opposite of Aragorn and he lunged. death snorted and stepped to the side faster then the eye could follow and tripped aragorn like a boy newly turned to man. "you have to do better then that if you want to defeat me." death taunted. aragorn was starting to get angry and he lunged. death either ducked or dodged every strike the aragorn threw at him.

as death tripped Aragorn again did he look down at the dunadain and speak like a teacher lecturing his student "you are pronged to draw strength from your anger and rage and that is good in a way but you have to have controll over your emotions so that it doesn't blind you and make you do rash decisions that can end in your own death." aragorn nodded and they continued to spar through the day and aragorn plopped down. however death wasn't giving him a break "your enemy won't hesitate to strike you down when you show signs of being tired and neither will i. stand up!" aragorn growled in protest but did and they continued to train. during the afternoon did aragorn groan as he stumbled back into the inn and death walked in like it was nothing.