Category: Darksiders I & II

Rating: M

Couples: Azrael/?

Warnings: AU, Yaoi, Character Death, Lemon, Blood

Chapter:7

Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me

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Azrael paced the room that he was in. Ever since waking he had not left it and did not feel like it either. It was a week since he had 'died' and he was still regaining his strength. He suspected that it would take him another one at least to return to his full strength.

Looking down on his hands, he flexed his fingers. They were even more slender than his old ones had been. Everything was more slender than it had been, except for his chest, obviously. To think that he'd have to run around like this for the rest of eternity...

"Perhaps I could make them smaller..." He mused, stopping in front of the only window in the room. Flecks of ash swirled inside, covering the nearby ground and making him leave footsteps there. "Fix my wings..." He had never quite realized how much he liked being able to float around instead of walking. "Then again..." Were there even succubi with angel-oriented wings?

He sighed again, moving away from the window back into the room. He didn't even want to think about the outfits he'd have to wear... "Creator, give me strength."

He understood why his lover had done this... had even come to terms with the Necromancy that had been involved in it, but everything else was still pretty much a sore point.

From greatest mystic and scholar of Heaven to eye-candy and pet, at best... Well, at least outwardly. He knew that his lover would treat him like always in private, but in public there was just this huge gap between them.

Absentmindedly, he moved his hand to run it through his hair, only to cringe at feeling his horns.

He flinched at someone entering the room.

"How are you?" His lover entered, looking at him in worry.

"Getting there." Even his voice was just weird. "Do you know if there are succubi with angel-oriented wings? I miss flying."

"I am sure no one would ask questions with the diversity among demons." The bulkier male crossed the room, gently caressing the former angel's cheek. "Aside from that?"

"I'll be fine." Azrael assured him. "This'll just take some getting used to... And if you apologize again, I will turn you into a bunny. I think I have enough strength for that now."

"Duly noted." The male chuckled, resting one hand on the other's shoulder. "So you are going to change your wings?"

"And my chest." The mystic muttered dryly. "I might no longer be able to look male – Creator, I never expected that sentence to leave my mouth – but these are just excessive."

"I can understand." A tender look came into eyes that normally were filled with anything but. "Though if I may say so... this body is not bad to look at."

"True." Closing his eyes, the female-bodied one leaned against his lover. "I am just not certain when I'll be comfortable with it."

"Take your time." Arms closed around him. "Anything I can do to help?"

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War was standing in the proverbial shadow of a building near the small island that would be Azrael's final resting-place. Uriel had managed to arrange this compromise: he could be present, but discretely.

He had tried to find the necklace again, but it had been as Strife had stated: it was just impossible. His siblings and he were going to have a serious talk with the Charred Council in just a couple days and he had hoped he'd be able to return it to the angel's lover.

Then again, according to Uriel said lover had probably died on Earth. Creator damn Abaddon...

"I wonder if he knew..." War mused softly. What had happened to his body anyway? Perhaps he could have Death raise him temporarily? Creator, he had really become invested in finding out who the scholar's lover had been, even if said lover was dead.

Perhaps if their business with the Council ended with them still alive he could do that. Someone that could make Azrael show this much emotion had to be damn special...