Author's note : So I heard some of you guys like this fic, so I decided to update, especially for my new found friend Janny. As usual I don't use a disclaimer, because that thing is useless. I will only say this once, I do not own Darksiders and FoZ. If I do, it would be awesome, but no. So yeah here we go.
-Tristain Academy of Magic-
"Did you feel it Partner ?" Derflinger asked his wielder.
"Yes I do Derflinger." The Horseman replied. "She has His presence within herself."
"She doesn't seem to realize the fact."
"His presence within her was fluctuating. Once moment it was clear as water, then it was gone under the surface. Do you think I was sent here to protect her ?"
"Oh not really Partner, it was part of the job." Derflinger said. "You are here to do what you do best, protecting the Balance. And to do that you need to guide her to the right path."
"I see." War nodded.
To anyone it would seem like an odd sight to see a giant warrior talking to his own left hand, but to those who had good ears they could hear the clattering sounds of metal teeth clanging together. Not that they would understand a language so old that no Angels nor Demons but only the Old Ones could speak.
As they walked through the corridors to the tower, War was a sight to behold to the students. Most of them would see him with their eyes open, while some of them whispering to each other, not knowing that War could hear and understand them all. War didn't mind them much. Even among the Nephilims, the ones that were chosen as Horsemen were an odd sight to behold.
The old wooden door to the office was open with much ease, and while War would prefer to kick it open, that would not leave a good impression on first sight. There were bookshelves on the sides of the office, all of them filled to the edges. In the middle of the room, an old man sat behind his desk, his hands clasped together. His haired was white, like an Angel. His expression was old, but there was a hint of youth behind his cheerful eyes. A green haired woman sat on the side of the room, busying writing down her notes.
"Miss Longueville, would you please excuse us." The old man said. "And I'd like you to fetch mr. Colbert as well."
The woman stood up and gave a short bow to the man and the Nephilim and left. As War turned to the man, he was holding up a black book, and started to read out loud.
"When the Lamb opened the second seal, I heard the second living creature say, "Come and see !" Then another horse came out, a fiery red one. Its rider was given power to take peace from the earth and to make men slay each other. To him was given a large sword."
"Revelation. 6:3-4. Tell me mortal, where did you obtained this text ?"
"I frankly do not know what you said on the first part, but this book was written six thousand years ago, about how the Founder Brimir created this world and gave us nobility the magic. The last part, "Revelation", as you named it, was the part where the description was given of the trusted familiar of Brimir, the Gandalfr, also named as the Left Hand of God."
"Oh the irony." Derflinger chuckled out loud.
The old man was rather disturbed by the sound coming out of War without seeing him talked. What was more confusing was when War brought up the left and clenched it to silence the sounds.
"The last person I met called this hand cursed, right before I crushed his skull with it." War said, breaking the silence. "But it is true, I work for the Almighty, or as called by you mortals, God."
The old man continued to stare at him in disbelief, until the door was opened again, and the bald man from the summoning entered.
"The Gandalfr, finally you have come to us." Colbert loudly exclaimed. "Master Osmond, isn't it great news ?"
Old Osmond brought his hands up to silence Colbert, and let out a loud sigh.
"It is indeed great news that the Gandalfr was finally found again after six thousand years, but every time he appeared, a great calamity will come forwards. I feared that this time it wouldn't be much different."
"I see." Colbert nodded. "Should I contact the palace ?"
"No. they will only make a mess out of this." Osmond said.
"Much like the Charred Council." War commented.
"May I ask a request from you Gandalfr ?" Osmond asked.
"My name is War, Rider of the Red Horse, Ruin. You may call me Horseman if you wish for. And yes, you may ask, but do not expect me to comply."
"Thank you Horseman. As you see, because you are the Gandalfr, we suspect that miss Valliere, the one that summoned you, would be a Void mage. A Void mage is a mage that uses the same magic as our Founder, and a very rare and powerful form of magic."
"Certainly, she carries His presence within her." War explained. "I have met the Almighty before, and I could feel the same presence flowing within her. Although I must say she obviously knows nothing about this."
"So you knew. This is a very important matter that must be kept secret. I trust that you would not speak with no one about this, especially miss Valliere. We want her to find out about this herself, and to let her power develop naturally."
War nodded. To reveal one's fate before the right time would severely disrupt the Balance. The last time it happened was with the Prince of Peace himself. But it was direct order from the Almighty, and His order is absolute. Due to this, the Balance was preserved. Still, it was not easy to tell a twelve years old boy that he must die for others' sins, and watching him crucified in agony was not helping much.
"Thank you Horseman. My request is for you to protect miss Valliere, at least until her powers are fully matured and she can protect herself."
War nodded again. "I don't do this for you mortal. I do this to protect the Balance of this world."
"Yes, but that's all I ask from you, to keep miss Valliere safe."
War said nothing as he walked away. The two men continued to look at Chaoseater until he was out of sight. Both of them unconsciously let out a sigh of relief.
As War was outside, he casted a look on the castle. It was a large one, and when it was as large as the Twilight Cathedral, it was still impressive for human to build something like this. But that was not what caught his interest. When he was inside the office, he noticed a particular sign. A dream catcher in the middle of the woods, just outside the castle.
To anyone, it would look like a memorial of sort, but to War, who had dealt with this sign for a long time, he knew what it represented. War jumped over the castle walls and started to make his way to the largest tree in the woods.
-The Woods-
Unlike the last time, the dream catcher was green, instead of its blue color. As War walked closer, a particular presence could be felt throughout the woods. It was dark and twisted, yet was calm and collected.
"Ah a customer." A hissing voice echoed throughout the woods. "I have been waiting a long time."
And then, a demon walked out from the tree. He looked just like Vulgrim, although there were a few differences. Unlike Vulgrim, this one wasn't blue but carried a green glow instead. His wings was soaring in freedom, not bound to his back like his kinsman.
"A Horseman." His voice was excited. "How rare." He continued to fly around War, taking every details into the slits he called eyes.
"And how come you are here, demon ?" War asked.
"You will be surprised to find out what you could find in this world if you look long enough." He said in his hissing voice. "But it is not very important. Do you care to hear my offer, Horseman ?"
"What business do you have with me, demon ?"
"The name is Vagrant, and unlike my brethren, I do not trade in souls."
War lifted one eyebrow. A trade demon that do not use souls as currency, that's a first.
"What I require is much more simple. Scattered around this world, there are artifacts, both from Angelic as Demonic origins. You can keep them if you find them. All I ask for is a single touch, and the deal is sealed."
"And what would it be for me if I let you touch it ?" War asked.
"Information, my dear customer. I am unlike my brethren, I do not live for greed, I live for knowledge. And if you wish to obtain a certain hidden information, you can always look me up. I have several other locations around this world as well. And if it is not knowledge that you wish for, then you can still always browsing around my humble shop. Perhaps you may find something that is of use to you."
"Very well. And if I find an Artifact that I cannot use ?"
"You can sell it to me, and perhaps I can trade you another item of same equivalence. As token of good will, here is the map to an Artifact." Vagrant said as he pulled out a worn out piece of paper out of his pouch.
War took the map and left. Vagrant waved and returned to his tree.
"Do you reckon we can trust him Partner ?" Derflinger asked.
"If he betrays me he will meet my blade." War replied.
"So He named Himself Brimir in this world huh ?" Derf said changing the topic. "That's an odd way to name yourself after the Norse mythology, don't ya think Partner ?"
"He had done many stranger things before." War replied.
"That's true."
They were both silence again as they walked back to the castle.
-Tristain Academy of Magic-
It was evening when War was back at the Academy. All noise went quite as he walked into the Great Hall. War ignored all the stares as he walked to Louise, who in turn stumbled to stood up. War wuickly caught her before she fell, and the girl gave him a curt bow.
"What do you seek me for, Lord War ?" Louise asked as she looked at him.
"I merely wish to check on you mortal girl. You are one of my protected after all." War said. "Do you still have the Earth Caller ?"
Louise nodded as she pulled out the horn.
"Good. I will just stand over there and make sure you don't get into trouble."
Louise nodded again and returned to her dinner. As a Horseman, War did not feel the need to feed. And thus he leaned against the wall and looked around. Most of the human here were children, and War felt no disturbance to the Balance. He closed his eyes and allowed his body to rest out a little. Most of the evening went without a hitch, except for the flirting, as these human called it, of a mortal girl named Kirch von Zerbst. War had just shrugged it off and paid her no attention. She remind him too much of Lilith, the Whore of Babylon.
After the dinner, War accompanied Louise to her room and watched how she fell into the land of dreams while he sat on the window sill and looked at the twin moons. He just sat there and wondered how his brethren were doing without him until the brink of dawn.
Author's note : So that wrapped up the chapter 2. Reviews please. I think I made Louise a bit less talk-active than canon, but come on, you would shut up if you have a three meters tall guy with a huge sword talking to you.
Anyway, I am in need of OCs. The OCs is about a Nephilim, female, and must be representing an aspect of human life, a positive aspect, somewhere in the line of Love, Passion, Compassion, etc.
You can PM or reviews to submit your OC to me.
Lots of thanks,
K.