AN: The lore of this game has really inspired my creativity and when I first went of FF I was quite disappointed to see the lack of fiction for this game. But hell what I've read so far seems pretty good if only some would UPDATE more frequently. Short attention span…Yeah I'm guilty of it too sadly..
I do not own Darksiders I or II or the other references to different stories in this fic. Only some of my OC's
***Fair warning hard packed action is nearly non-existent in this first chapter but it has all the components for setting up the plot of the story. Chances are if you skip over this chap you might miss some key plot elements in future chapters to come…
How humanity ever confused heaven to be the closest kingdom to the creator was a mystery, as were such earthly tales concerning the creator and the many worlds beyond their own. Yet the grandeur of the White City almost seemed to live up to such a summation. Buildings that dared to pierce the skies stood tall and grand in their lavish architecture. Cities upon cities and even the other isles surrounding the areas seemed to be a civilization unto themselves. Structures and structures all encased in white and citizens young and old sporting wings both big and small.
But even the brightest of cities can sport the darkest of shadows. And that would certainly explain how a wingless child of man in a garb of stark black with raven hair nearly as long as her body could sneak into the very heart of the white city to the tower of atonement completely unnoticed. More than determined to raise a holy hell of conflict…
"Cherubim...?"
Judging from the puzzlement in your response we assume you've never heard of them.
The center head of the Charred Council spoke more with the firmness of an observation than an actual question.
"As good an observation as any, "Death sardonically responded. The sarcasm clear in his tone of voice, absent the normal tactless wordplay. Thankfully or not, the Charred Council overlooked the antics.
Most represent remnants of an ancient race older than even The Old Ones: Before the gardens of Eden took root to earth, before the cities of heaven and the legions of hell had reached their maturity, and long before the birth of your kin, Horseman.
The first race of the Creator, the guardians and servants of his realm beyond our own; The Seraphim. Scholars of this era would go so far to say that both angels and demons can trace their ancestry to these beings of fire.
"Fascinating. But what does this have to do with these Cherubim?"
Cherubim are humans who've contracted with Seraphim to contain their immense powers and more importantly, to guard their flame from all who would seek to use their immense powers for more nefarious purposes.
Under his mask Death's eyebrows went up.
A Seraph that's crossed over into our dimension has no hope of returning to the side of the Creator and for eons after the first battles between heaven and hell they wandered aimlessly throughout creation until most of them found sanctuary on a forgotten realm riddled in ash and upon that planet they fell into a deep slumber.Thousands of years later this planet was reborn anew from its ashes and eventually became what is known today as the Third Kingdom.
The sleeping Seraphim were awakened once more by worthy individuals on earth who possessed an extraordinary desire for power beyond their own and thus the Cherubim came into existence. For many ages the Council has kept a close eye on these silent guardians.
And it would appear that one such being has overstepped her boundaries. Violet Anapest, guardian of the azure flame was found among a field of angels within the gardens of Eden, and since her visit a shadow has spread across most of the Third Kingdom.
There was a pause and before Death could speak the head on the left picked up where its predecessor had left off.
Only recently was she taken prisoner by the White City, it had appeared they were unsuccessful in extracting information from her and thus their High Council had sentenced her to die by the Lance of the Twinned Judgment. However it seems that as of awhile ago she has somehow escaped their confines …
Along with an irritating headache Death could feel no small number of questions bombard their way to the forefront of his mind.
"Awhile ago you say? And yet it hasn't been a fortnight since I was called to these realms. Why is it only now that the Council intervenes?"
Actions taken by the White City in these matters have been preemptive and have not come to our knowledge until only recently. It seems as though this child of man has escaped their confinement completely undetected. The ensuing chaos has lead one such authority upon the high council to seek our aid. Thus your mission, Death: Seek out the Azure Flame and bring her before the Council.
"Or I could simply catch her, extract the necessary information, and kill her. And if she isn't willing to speak I kill her first and use my necromancy to forcefully loosen her lips."
Such actions will doubtlessly lead to failure and ensue more chaos. A Cherub can only be completely destroyed with the Lance of Twinned Atonement. The soul must be completely burned away to ensure that the Seraph of the Azure Flame does not manifest itself within this universe!
"I don't follow your reasoning"
This time the head to the right began speaking.
A Cherub stabilizes the immense power of its Seraphic counterpart. Like a container of sorts. When that container is destroyed the Seraph is released and will often rampage before fading away into nothingness. The resulting devastation is unnecessary and could result in further chaos. Bring the child back alive or face the consequences, Horseman.
On that note Death took his leave. Alive it is then, unharmed was another matter entirely. Depending on how much of a fight this scrapper would put up would determine whether or not she would come before the council with all of her limbs in their proper places.
He called for Despair as soon as he could and immediately made his way to the White City. Something was still amiss; there were details to these chains of events that the council had failed to clarify. Which lead him to suspect the Council has little knowledge to the finer details of this affair. That or they were adamant to disclose any information at all regarding the existence of these Cherubim.
Probably a mix of both
He wasn't about to call the council out on this, as they were already short of patience with him since the Abomination Vault fiasco and he saw no point in further testing them for information he was sure he could find elsewhere. As irritating as it was to know his masters were determined to keep him in deliberate ignorance that was the least of his concerns. Another keen observation had pressed his thoughts.
The White City is heavily warded and that goes double for their confinement facilities, someone skilled enough to escape from the Towers of Atonement undetected wouldn't have likely been caught so easily in the first place unless…
The horseman held back an exasperated sigh. Already this mission was looking none too promising.
Someone had snuck into the city with a stealth even I don't possess and had broken this cretin out of The Towers and most likely out of the White City…
19th century London wasn't the pigsty Europe was. Even so the overdraft of smoke that filtered into the buildings from the streets was more than unwelcome to Violet's sensitive lungs. Apparently while the Americans were fighting their civil war the rest of the civilized world was undergoing a revolutionary innovation in day to day technology. So said the men outside her door and the odor of the smoke from the machines buildings away.
But that was the least of her worries. Even away from the towers of heaven she felt their weight bearing down upon her shoulders. They would come for her. And not just them. The creatures that have wandered the earth since that fateful accident in Eden were sure to find her if she wasn't careful. As grateful as she was not to be roasting alive on that damnable spear for a crime she didn't even commit, she was hardly out of the frying pan yet.
We aren't away from the dangers just yet. My Cocyutus is still missing and my senses are dulling. I can't even call upon my flame in this state. It's as though my powers as a Cherub are weakening. Ever since I was lured into Eden it's as though something worked its way into my being and has been sapping me of strength. The White City isn't responsible for this. But who is? I just hope I can find that out before heavens hounds sniff me out and have a run in with my savior.
That last thought left her colder than she could remember being in a while. Neither heaven or hell or all the worlds in between needed to know of the existence of the one who saved her: Especially not the orchestrator of this chaotic symphony.
Of all the hell raisers that could've come to my rescue….
To Be Continued…
And that concludes chapter 1. Those who catch the references to other fiction I hope you enjoy the little twist cause there's more ahead. And more action. I'm not calling this a crossover cause I'm not actually crossing two or more worlds I'm just taking concepts and twisting them anew.
On another note this fic may be listed as T but it's more on the line of T+. Lots of violence, swearing, disturbing turns of events ahead, and some mild sensuality that accompanies T+ stories. This is an M rated game after all. I find it hard to believe there's actually K and K+ stories for this fandom.
Anyhow here's what to expect in this story as far as references may go:
Negima
Shakugan no Shana
Deadman Wonderland
Possible D Gray Man
Slight Lord of the Rings too
and slight Bleach
If you like what you've read so far then please leave me commentary and stay on for the long ride!