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...
Sorry that the previous part was cut short... Comment in anything, that may help on the next parts...ty.
III
Fury watched the female Angel, Marion, from the corner of her eyes as she passed through the Angelic Sigil. Just as she thought. Returning her attention to the Beast, she spun in mid-air and lashed out, hitting it on the cranium. The momentum coupled with gravity caused it to plummet to the ground in a high velocity drop, crashing against the camp altar with a loud thud.
The male Angel took the opportunity to strike while the Beast was down. Powering up his weapon with Angelic flames, he swung towards the crash site, releasing a fiery crescent from his blade.
"Die!" The crescent flame exploded upon impact, but the Rider can still sense the creature amidst the flames.
A bright white Angelic Sigil appeared horizontally behind the Rider, hovering in mid-air. Marion floated out off of it and hovered with her wings flapping gently. A scowl on her face.
"Rider, do you have to do that!?" She yelled in anger.
"No, but I did it anyway. And you're welcome..." Fury said simply." And that just confirmed my suspicion that you're a Caster."
"You should just have asked me!"
"I know you Angels are a proud and arrogant race. You don't answer to anyone you consider a lesser race and those in between. Just like a Demon's mentality."
"You dare insult us!?"
"Just stating the facts. And need I tell you, your arrogance was all the Beast had counted on earlier. Just be grateful you had not seen what its stomach looks like."
Marion gritted her teeth in anger. The Rider's sarcasm was getting to her, biting her deeply. She really wants to strangle this insolent Rider if she could.
Their attention was drawn by a roar emanating from the crash site. The shadow beast emerged from the dust and smoke, the wound dealt to it moments ago slowly closing up, to the male Angel's frustration. Noticeable were the physical change as black liquid flowed and attached to its body. It grew triple its size, black bristles replaced the fur, and a tail lashing behind it, knocking the wooden crucifix behind the altar's rubble. It drooled the same black liquid, flowing from sharp yellow teeth lining the jaws. It glared at them murderously through blank eye sockets, the eyes having erupted or shrank deeper, as it seemed to study them a bit. With another roar, it charged at them with the intention of devouring them alive or simply ripping them apart.
Being Angels and a Nephilim, they managed to track its movement and direction. But keeping up with its pace is another story.
Marion rained Angelic fire down its path, but it simply dodged around them as it zigzagged forward. Juriel held his shield in front of him in an assault stance with his sword at the ready. With powerful wings thrusting him forward, he met the beast head on. They collided midway, the Angel's force throwing the beast sideways against the siege machines at the sides. The massive war engines toppled but failed to crush the beast. It emerged unharmed and lunged at the Angel, ramming him hard enough to throw him in return into the nearby pavilions. Rolling out of a claw's path, he spun to strike at its flanks but missed when it actually jumped higher. It crashed down to his former position in force, him barely evading with a dash. It had surprised him that it can move quicker despite its massive size. The exchange of blows continued with strikes from both usually ending in either miss or blocks,and neither side gaining the upper hand.
"Angel..." Fury addressed the Angel as she watched the battle.
"That's Marion to you," the Angel replied in an irritated voice."Hybrid..."
"Didn't hear that, thank you. And Fury's the name," the Rider said cooly. " I have a plan."
"What plan?"
"Care to listen?"
Juriel was now panting as he glared at the monster before him, additional damages on his armor. The only one who made him that tired was the leader of the Hellguard, Abaddon, in one sparring and that he did not break any sweat. How can this monster be this resilient? He had dealt it blows that could cripple Demons, but this one took all the beatings without showing any signs of pain. But he just have to press on the attack.
He then dashed to strike at it, but was surprised by its next action. It dodged sideways and brought its tails slamming into him, as he barely brought up his shield to block the incoming blow.
"That's you plan?!" Marion exclaimed. She had been reining her anger inside but was slowly spilling out. The absurd 'plan' of the Rider left her fuming, and totally forgetting about the other Angel.
"Yes..." Fury replied flatly. She just ignored the Angel's murderous glares as she watched the battle unfold.
"No! Not acceptable! By the honor of the Hellguard, we will not let you use us as bait in order to destroy that creature. Never!"
"Not necessarily a bait, but as a distraction. A means to study any of its weaknesses if there is any." She pointed a finger in front. "And I think you should take a look after your partner, he's in a tight spot right now."
Marion turned her attention towards the battle taking place, seeing the other Angel struggling to fend off all the beast's attacks, his shield severely damaged. Shock written on her face as she realized she had completely forgot about him with her fussing with the Rider.
"You see, my plan was already underway the minute they clashed," Fury explained, possibly or purposely, unaware of the Angel's shocked expression. "And all are going according to plan..."
Marion glanced at Fury's expressionless face then was gone in a gust of wind.
"And besides..." Fury continued, addressing no one in particular, as her shadow began to stir and wave slightly underneath. "...that 'beast' was still a pet of mine. And what it needs is a little reeducation from its master..."
The beast's claws clamped around the top edges of the shield and was forcing it down. Juriel can only struggle to keep it in between him and the creature's jaws. His weapon was lying just out of his arm's reach, and cannot get to it with the beast pounding on him. His helmet was yanked earlier and was now laying crumpled under its foot, uncovering his tanned face with his graying white hair brushing against it. He can't believe his eyes. The beast practically became cleverer by the minute - and he's growing tired. He knew he was weakening. But for now he must fight a little longer.
With a roar, he pushed hard against the weight on his shield. The beast was knocked back, only to retaliate quickly, swatting the shield aside with a massive paw and striking him down with the other. He can only glare at it with hatred as it close in for the kill. But death never came.
"REPEL!"
The beast was thrown to the side in a blur as he felt a gust of wind bushing the side of his face. He then felt an arm around his shoulder and looked up to see Marion's grim face. A worrying look in her eyes, mixed with rage.
"That's enough, you're already weak. Let's just get out of here."
She put here other arm around him as if bracing against an impact. They could see the incoming monster closing in. Muttering an incantation in their Angelic tongue, they vanished in a burst of light and appearing at a nearby elevated terrain overlooking the whole camp.
"Stay still," Marion told him. "I'll heal you."
Her palms glowed as she started healing the warrior's wounds. She had learned healing spells during her time with the First Kingdom's healers during the Battle of Eden, and it came in handy in a number of occasions.
"Let the Rider deal with her own creation..."
The beast's roars have rang across the valley. Black solid spikes protruded outwards from its massive body, courtesy of Fury. After the flash of light from the Angel's escape earlier, she had summoned a pack of the Black Dogs and sent them to the rampaging beast. And after studying the beast earlier, she had finally located a chink on its armor, literally saying.
The beast met the pack and obviously squashed them with its modified form, and spattering the ground with their remain. Next thing, black tentacles burst from its very shadow and held it in place. Jaws emerged and bit at its feet in a jaw - lock, the tentacles pulling it downwards as it secured its jaws shut. Lastly, spikes emerged directly underneath its belly and impaling it in all directions. Fury moved her arms in sharp movements, bringing them together then pulling them outwards, as if ripping something already in her grasp. The spikes began to buckle against body they're in, struggling all outwards on the flanks. The beast gave a final roar as its body gave in, and was torn apart in a shower of gore. That soon faded
"Wha-"
Both Angels watched from afar flabergasted. The creature they had a hard time dealing with earlier was now in shreds.