AUTHOR'S NOTE: I noticed no one posted a story for Fury, just the romance one. And I noticed that Darksiders 3 game will come out soon, so I decided to make my own story based on Fury's profile. I also did my story's plot in advance as my guide and just think of the situations and conversations later. My second original fic and I hope you liked it. And... Reviews anyone...

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Fury of Darksiders, that's THEIR own. However, I did thought about her personality, steed and weapon names, some of her abilities, the timeline, and some OCs BEFORE I have read any of the posts about her steed's name or her abilities from the Darksiders communities on the net...

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The barren lands always look like this, miles and miles of desert sand and dry grounds. Devoid of visible life. The land howls as winds blew against the canyons and mesas across the arid plains. With it is the stench of human blood.

Fury, rider of the black horse Retribution and one of the Four Horsemen of Apocalypse, swept her eyes all around her. The desert wind caresses her pale skin and blowing against her purple hair behind her like a flag, as did too the horse's black mane. The horse neighed softly, slightly raising its hooves, as it shook its head trying to repel the desert flies landing on its eyes. Fury's blank yellow eyes narrowed as she cocked her head to the side, listening intently. Sounds. Very faint, but still there. Through her superior senses only a Nephilim like herself possess, she filtered out the sounds from the air. She turned her gaze to a distance, pulling the horse's rein and galloping towards that direction. She has a bad feeling about this.

The Charred Council's Realm

The last of the training Golems fell into rubbles, being cut to pieces from limb to limb, joining the other fallen Golems around. The Rider stood amidst the mess around her in that training chamber, in the Charred Council's Realm. The chamber itself was cavernous, red hot lava flowing from several large Gargoyle's heads sticking out high up the chamber walls, and falling onto the base and forming a fiery moat around the vast training ground. The lava served as a light source, illuminating the entire chamber, bright enough to discern the Rider's emotionless face from the surrounding darkness.

Her feminine form; clad in a long leathery dress that exposes her cleavage, along with arm cloths and high boots, stood out against the chamber's luminance. A figure that can tempt angels and demons, or rival even that of Lilith's. Those perfectly formed breasts, curves, perfect rear bumpers, slender legs, and delicate arms, along with her pretty face – features she inherited from her angelic side. Her pale skin, yellow eyes, along with her unnatural strength and dexterity – all inherited from her demonic side. And it's all because of the demon Lilith who, all the Riders with the exception of Death, acknowledges as their 'Mother'.

She gripped her weapon, the fiery blue whip Justice, too tightly that her nails dug into her flesh, but too lost in thought to even feel the pain. She just stood there, letting the whip's fiery Thong hang, the whip's fall down to its Popper lying on the ground and heating it up to a point that the rock began to turn red. Her left taloned hand hung to her side as she stared at the rock floor in deep thought. How long has it been?

It's been a century or so since the last time she had visited Earth along with her brothers under the Charred Council's orders. Their youngest brother, War, defied the Council and now rampages unchecked, having already slaughtered a whole army of medieval warriors when they arrived. They have no choice but to engage him in combat, as he took them all, three to one. She could see the anger in his eyes as she fought him. She was knocked out, about to be impaled with War's weapon, Chaoseater. Until Death intervened and took the brunt of it all without flinching. She trapped War's weapon and left arm, as Death remorselessly cut the limb off. She heard him roar in pain as he clutched his arm, or what's left of it. She felt his pain as she watched him bleed.

'What have I done? He is my brother, one of the Nephilims!' Her mind clashed together. 'But it was necessary. It was the Charred Council's orders… it was the Law!'

The Law. Yes, it's always been about the Law. She's always the obedient servant, obeying all orders without questioning, unlike her brothers. And she will enforce the Law no matter what. She snapped back to reality as she sensed something around her. She quickly lashed out towards the direction of the standing rocks, cutting down a row of stalagmites clean off their bases. She narrowed her eyes as she glared at the shadows.

"Show yourself!"

"Relax, Rider…"

A high pitched voice called out, as a dark figure rose slowly from the shadows. It has a small framed and winged body, slender arms, and a humanoid face with the exception of any visible nose of mouth, with two pairs of yellow eyes. It rose high up in the air using its long serpentine lower torso, connected to the ground, as it moved closer towards her.

"Watcher…"

"You have been summoned by the Council…"

She trudged along the rocky path towards the Charred Council's chamber. A deep commanding voice echoed from the chamber, as she stood at the entrance.

''Come...Rider of the black horse...''

Infernal braziers sparked to life as she stepped onto the wide rocky platform of the chamber mouth. Other braziers lit up around the chamber, revealing a lake of magma before her, giving off a warm glow. At the centre of the lake is an island of rock in the shape of a crescent firmly rooted amid the magma basin. As she stood, the magma before her quickly cools and rising above the liquid surface as it does, forming a wide and solid path. She stepped on the first few feet then continued as new segments of the path continued to form ahead, until she had reached her destination.

She is now face to face with the Charred Council, the Keeper of Balance in the universe. It was an Old One, an entity that came in between the warring First and Second Kingdoms, acted as mediator between the two races into a truce. Their true form was a mystery, but they chose their current forms as three huge rocks with humanoid features; having pairs of blazing eyes and complete with a gaping mouth each. It is a single entity, but have three distinct personalities represented by three stone heads. The first head is the ill-tempered one, accusatory and harsh. The second is the ever questioning one. While the third is not easy to rouse, carefully weighing all possibilities before acting on it. No matter what their opinions are, they always arrives to a conclusion and final decision.

They towered over the Rider before them, separated by a river of magma, eyeing her intently as she them.

''I answer thy summon...''

''Rider'', the third head spoke in a calm, yet booming voice that echoed across the chamber.

''We have a mission for you...''

''Tell me and I will do it.''

''Good. Straightforward as usual and without questions asked. However, you must listen very carefully...''

''Have you heard of the so-called Crusade of the Third Kingdom?'' The second head asked.

''I have. The Third Kingdom has been warring with itself, killing for power and dominance for centuries. Why would it be any different now?''

''Those humans think they can do whatever they want…'' The First head boomed. "Those ignorant fools! They make war in the name of the Creator who they think knew so well. But we knew it was only their greed for wealth, lust for power and pride that drives them…''

''But, the humans are not the main reason of your quest, Rider, ''the Third spoke. ''But what decimated them.''

''Decimated?''

''A whole War camp of human warriors was reported by the Watchers to be obliterated, slaughtered to the last man...''

Whole army. Obliterated to the last man. The memories came rushing back again. A whole army destroyed, every soul extinguished in a fit of rage. And standing atop the carnage was...War.

''By who?'' She snapped back to reality.

"And that's where you step in, Rider!''

''Go. Seek the answers for thyself and punish those responsible of such an act, be they angels or demons...Or both. ''The Third ordered.

''Your will be done...''She said curtly, turned and left the way she came from.

The stone path gradually melted back to liquid form in her wake. The Council watched as she disappeared from view.

''Are we sure we sent the right enforcer for this mission?'' The Second spoke.

''We have...''The Third answered. ''She is the most loyal of the Four, unlike her brothers. And I trust she will bring good news when she returns…''