Death's Salvation

Chapter 9

Disclaimer: I do not own Darksiders or Darksiders ll. I do own Willow as she is an extension of my own mind. Happy reading.

War followed behind with Kora more slowly as she still carried both their shopping bags. War knew enough to know they wouldn't get near Willow for several hours.

Death barged into his bedroom and kicked the door shut behind him cursing in a demon language as Willow cringed in his arms and wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, he had let someone hurt her and he had frightened her. He didn't know how to comfort her; he was never good at this.

Sitting down on the bed he rocked her gently in his arms until her sobbing stopped and she only gave an occasional whimper. He wasn't angry with her even though he knew she thought he was. "Willow, it was not your fault now please stop crying." She raised her red rimmed eyes up to look at him.

She was miserable and embarrassed. Her cheek hurt and her lip stung. Sighing he sat next to her and reached his hand up to touch her face and she flinched. She stopped herself form flinching away completely but it was enough to make him curse the human in an ancient language.

Suddenly the door banged open and Fury came rushing in. Death knew she only wanted to offer help but he didn't want anyone around who could possibly upset Willow again. Fury found herself roughly shoved from the room and the door slammed behind her.

Death returned to sit beside Willow on the bed as he raised her face up and studied her lip and cheek. She was surprised at the tenderness he used to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth. "The cheek will probably bruise."

"I am sure it will." She muttered miserably. "Who was he?" Her gaze locked with his and she held it as she spoke. "My executioner." He rocked back stunned and she was surprised to find such an open emotion on his face. "You mean he…" She shook her head. So she sighed and started her tale.

"I met him before the apocalypse and tried to leave him before it as he was abusive. He did things to me that no woman should have to deal with." She trembled and drew a shuddering breath before continuing. "He stayed with me after it all went to hell, promised to protect me, promised to be better. In the end though he betrayed me, he beat me to death to save his own life for a few more miserable days when the supplies ran low."

Death growled low in his throat and pulled her into his lap, nuzzling her hair gently. "I should have killed him." She shook her head and leaned against him, the tension leaving her body. "No, he is too afraid to come near me again."

They stayed like that for a long time until finally Fury started beating on the door. When she didn't receive an answer she yelled out something that embarrassed them both and had the others joining her at the door. "Damn it Death, stop treating her like your fucking mate and at least me bring her cloths in."

"Send the human in." He growled back at his sister. Kora soon peered in the door and edged inside long enough to see that Willow was calm and reclined against Death's chest and sat the bag down before easing out. She smiled and shook her head at the others looking curiously at her.

Willow was in no hurry to change or even look at the bags as she snuggled closer to Death and soon her breathing evened out to indicate that she was asleep. Death sat there a long time watching her sleep. He gently ran his fingers through her hair as he found he was fascinated more and more by her.

Sometime later after the sun had set and the house grew quiet he laid her down on the bed and stripped of most his clothing before climbing in the bed with her. He was surprised that she was still so trusting with him. How she could still be close to someone. Gently he traced a finger down the side of her cheek and she murmured in her sleep before turning her head and nipping at his finger.

He chuckled and her eyes fluttered open. She watched him with a hooded look as he watched her just as intently. This was a powder keg and all it needed was one spark to blow it the hell up and they both knew that. They both gauged whether they were ready for the fallout.

Death swooped in and kissed her fiercely, she returned the kiss just as fiercely. His hands stroked her body, driving her in a rhythm older than even the Nephilim. She panted against his throat, her hot breath exciting him as he nipped at the tender flesh on her throat. She gave a breathy moan and arched against him. She urged him on as they both drove each other completely past the point of return.

Suddenly he hovered over her and her dazed mind wondered when he had removed their clothing as everything seemed like a red haze of passion before. She held his gaze and knew he needed to know that she was aware of what was happening and wouldn't regret it. She felt his rather large member brushing against her opening. She bit back a moan as she looked deep into his now brightly glowing eyes. She was about to join herself with something that wasn't human.

Then her mind reminded her that he was still a man. One that had saved her, protected her, and comforted her. She made her choice and arched against him. He pressed his face into the curve of her neck and groaned when her wet heat brushed against him; it had never been this way before.

He clutched one hip in his hand as his other rested beside her head to hold his weight off her. "Say it…" he ground out between clenched teeth as he tightly controlled himself. "I want you, Death." He carefully eased himself inside her body and Willow hissed at the large intrusion inside her. It felt good beyond words and she failed to find words to describe it. Death was gentle as he thrust into her.

As she grew accustomed to the stretched feeling she couldn't take the tortuously slow pace and begged for more and he gladly did as she asked. She was writhing beneath him in pleasure and it snapped something free inside him. He reared back onto his knees and grabbed both her hips and began working her up and down at a faster pace.

She felt something building and then it released and dots of different colors swirled in her vision as her world shattered. Death followed behind her, shouting out his release and he pulled away from her shaking, sweaty, and shivering body.

Gently he pulled her next to him and threw the blanket over her nakedness. He nuzzled her ebony hair tenderly, "I didn't hurt you?" She shook her head as she turned to give him a goofy smile as her eyes drifted shut. He pulled her tighter to him and watched over her sleep.

She woke up to an insistent nuzzling at her neck and she grumbled as she sought to move away from it. She heard Death give a soft chuckle as he pulled her back against him. Memories flooded back from last night and she stiffened in embarrassment. She rolled over to look at him and saw that he was studying her naked body intently. She tried to cover up with the blanket and he playfully pulled it away. "Do not hide yourself from me. You are beautiful."

"I thought you said I wasn't the first time we met?" He chuckled again before placing a soft kiss to her forehead, earning him a shocked look. "I didn't look hard enough, you are beautiful." She smiled brightly at him as the compliment erased her embarrassment and she hugged him tightly.

"I have something for you. I noticed yesterday that you bought nothing for yourself but I saw something and I just had to get it for you" She sat up and looked at him curiously, not to mention admirably as he was still as naked as she. The fact his spine showed through his skin should have disgusted her but she found it intriguing.

When he returned to the bed he sat a small wooden box in her hand. She smiled at him before opening it and inside was a necklace. It was silver and the pendant was a simple crescent moon with a single teardrop diamond hanging from the point. "Oh my, I love it." He took it from her and gently fastened it as she pulled her hair away from her neck so he could put it on. He couldn't resist placing a tender kiss to the spot where he fastened the necklace on.

She shivered as she turned back to look at him and her green eyes turned a few shades darker as desire clouded them. He took her again passionately and the whole house heard their cries. War and Kora shared a look with each other before Kora looked away and blushed deeply. Fury sat there with her mouth open. "Is that our brother?" Strife laughed before pointing a finger lazily at his sister, "Close your mouth, you will catch flies as the humans say."

Later Willow lounged in the tub and soaked her aching muscles while Death sat behind her. He was doing what Kora had been doing the day before. He was running the brush through her damp hair until it started to gleam. This seemed more intimate to both of them than the sex had and they both enjoyed each other's company. Finally she got out of the tub and Death carried her back into the bedroom so she could dress.

They made it down to the dining room for breakfast and cheers erupted around the table from everyone present and Willow blushed so red she looked like a tomato and Kora said as much. Strife gave a few catcalls until the blushing Willow hid her face in Death's arm, no longer the fierce strong woman but an embarrassed lover. Death gave everyone a quelling look before they settled down for breakfast. Willow looked at Death and leaned over to mutter as everyone looked at them, "This is going to be a long fucking day."