Category: Darksiders I & II

Rating: M

Couples: Azrael/?

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

Chapter:10

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

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Even with an open inquiry, the Horsemen found no one who knew whom Azrael had taken as his lover, leaving only a few people who could possibly help.

Even HAD the White City allowed Death to perform Necromancy on Azrael's body, with his soul caught and trapped, there would have been nothing he could have called back to ask.

"Nice place." Strife looked around as they stood on an elevator down. "Suits you, brother."

Death did not deign him with an answer, watching as they reached the ground-floor.

"So this is where Abaddon's soul is?" War muttered darkly. Instead of the immediate Oblivion usually reserved for Balance-breakers, it had been decided that the soul of Heaven's former General would first be made to suffer a long while beforehand.

Beside him, Uriel stood with her arms crossed. At the suggestion that their First Scholar's soul might be used for fuel, the Angels had insisted they be involved in this, regardless of how precarious the truces between the factions of Creation were.

"Yes." Death did answer his youngest brother, leading the way deeper into the catacombs that had once been Phariseer's Tomb, but now were Abaddon's prison.

Uriel followed them in the air, still not speaking. Not even when they reached Abaddon, did the angelic female speak. Only when the soul crashed to the ground, the wingless male temporarily freed from his torment did she speak. "You think we can trust his word?"

"He knows better than to lie by now, surely." Death regarded the green-glowing form of Heaven's former General. "Are you still sane?"

"Was I ever...?" Abaddon cowered on the ground, his voice rough. "What did I do...?"

"Let's not go into that." The Firstborn stated darkly. "You will do as I say from now on."

"Yes..." The angel did not even look up.

"Azrael's lover. Who was he?"

"His... lover...?" Now the former Destroyer looked up. "He... has a lover?"

"You did not know?" Fury demanded in surprise.

"I... no... how...?" He shivered. "Did I...? No... Why didn't he...?"

"Tell you?" Strife snarled softly. "I think the fact that he's dead might be somewhat of a hinder."

"Dead?" The angel recoiled in horror. "No. Nonono... he lived... I kept him safe... how can he...?"

"You drained him for a century." Uriel bit at him, hands twitching where they were clinging to her own arms. "Did you honestly think he'd survive that!?"

"I..." The soul curled up around himself. "It... it was stasis... I... was sure it was... Azrael..." Had he still had wings, he would have wrapped himself in them for comfort. "I didn't..."

"Apparently you 'didn't' a lot of things." Death reached out with his powers, forcing the soul to uncurl. "So you never knew Azrael had a lover?"

"No..." Abaddon shivered lightly. "Creator... Does he...?"

"Know you killed his lover?" War finished his sentence. "Considering you actions left Azrael weakened enough for his soul to now be used as fuel..."

"Like Well, like Watcher." Strife added dryly at the soul's horrified expression. "Surprised you mind since you so eagerly used his charge for just the same thing."

"I..." Trembling, Abaddon buried his face in his hands. "No... I never..."

"Regardless, it seems we'll have to go 'heavy guns'..." Death muttered darkly. "I hoped it wouldn't have to come to this, but we'll have to visit Samael. He's damn near omniscient and our last hope to find out whoever did this."

"Can... can I come...?" Abaddon breathed heavily, reaching for the Nephilim. "Please... Azrael... I never intended him... please..."