Death's Foe Chapter 10, a darksiders fanfic

Death's Foe

Chapter 10

Disclaimer: I do not own Darksiders or Darksiders 2. Its on my wish list but so far it does not look promising. I do not own any lyrics I may or may not use.

Death had thought wrong if he thought that she would be fine in just a few weeks since weeks had gone by and she was like a ghost walking the halls. She hardly slept, more or less keeping in her room and all of them, save War, grew concerned for her survival as she didn't eat anymore. She was wasting away and it upset Gloria to no end as she worried for the only mother she remembered having.

Oreila spent most her nights on the balcony of her room, listening to the sounds coming from War's open window night after night. It made her heart constrict painfully with every sound but sometimes the silence was worse as she was left with her own thoughts. Tonight was no different except Death stood on the balcony above her since he knew of her nightly wanderings.

She had reached her breaking point tonight and suddenly with an angry sigh she left her soft lilting voice take on a hard edge as she started to sing, the first time she had sang or hummed in weeks.

I see nothing in your eyes, and the more I see the less I like. Is it over yet? In my head, I know nothing of your kind and I won't reveal your evil mind. Is it over yet? I can't win."

So sacrifice yourself and let me have what's left. I know that I can find that fire in your eyes. I am going all the way, get away please! You take the breath right out of me! You left a hole where my heart should be! You got to fight just to make it through! Cause I will be the death of you.

This will be all over soon! Pour the salt into the open wound, is it over yet? Let me in!

I'm waiting! I'm praying! Realize! Start hiding!

You take the breath right out of me! You left a hole where my heart should be! You got to fight just to make it through! Cause I will be the death of you.

She ended the song on a stuttering breath and Death could hear the soft sobs as she stuffed her fist to her mouth so she could bite down on it. He didn't think the angel would take it this hard and he was angry that he had put her through this but she was HIS! He glared as he heard the soft laughter of his brother's mate as she slammed the window to their room shut. He knew the angel cringed.

"What was I thinking anyway? I was so stupid, Father forgive me." She whispered into the dark watches of the night before she turned to go into her room and shut the window behind her. Oreila curled into a ball on her side as she closed her eyes, her body was so weak and yet her soul was so vibrant that it refused to leave her body.

Death stayed out on his balcony for a long time after that, pondering when he should make his move on the angel below to help her recover before she wasted away into nothingness. He decided that she would be going outside to watch Gloria in her lessons tomorrow. With that he turned to go to his study to catch up on some things.

Oreila awoke that morning to someone beating on her door. She opened it to see Death standing there but she couldn't even muster a glare or look of surprise. This concerned Death as he had never seen her lacking spirit before. "Come outside and spend the day with the child, she doesn't have long left here." That seemed to shake the angel somewhat and she inclined her head toward him in consent.

Oreila was fuming inside but lacked the energy to do anything but shut the door in Death's surprised face. She got dressed quickly and moved to go outside, her wings trailing behind her because she lacked the strength to lift them anymore. She found herself sitting under the tree that War and she had shared as her heart constricted at the thought.

As if on cue that mouthy red headed bitch's laughter rang harshly in the air and she cringed, earning a pitying glance from Strife and Fury who were putting their horses through their paces today. Gloria had been tending the garden but sensing her 'mothers' distress she quickly found a more suitable task to ease her suffering from watching the other two. Death watched this from the shadow of the doorway.

Oreila's nails dug into her palms deep enough to leave red marks as she resisted the urge to pick a fight she couldn't win in her present state. "Momma?" She turned her gaze to the questioning look on Gloria's face. "Yes dearest?"

"I think it's time to find a new daddy." The confident matter of fact tone made her give a soft bark of laughter, the first in a long time. She patted the girl's had before closing her eyes. She all but purred as Gloria began pulling her ever present brush through her hair in long soothing strokes.

Suddenly Gloria sprang to her feet and looked down at her mother. "I am going to fix you some tea I know will make you feel better Momma." With that the girl dashed into the house and Oreila didn't miss the look she got from Azura or what she said to War. "The angel mopes around for losing what was never hers and now the girl still acts as if it's her mother and tends to her every need. Still she refuses to even make friends with me" She said this with a pout on her face.

As if on cue Azura stood and moved towards her with War reluctantly letting her go. Oreila figured he was scared she would kill the woman and good thing he did too. If it weren't for her better nature she would have killed the wench already but War was happier than he had ever been with her so she allowed it.

"You should be ashamed of yourself you stupid angel." Oreila sighed and turned her face away to stare out into the valley as Death continued to watch from the doorway. "Go away Azura." The woman laughed and continued. "I will be glad when the girl is gone so that you don't have to be here any longer you are so sad." The woman let out a bark of laughter as she tormented the angel.

Suddenly she wasn't laughing as tea dripped down her face and everyone burst out laughing, except Oreila, who just cracked a small smile. Gloria stood between them and held the now empty cup in her trembling fingers. "You leave my mother alone."

Azura's face grew red with anger and Oreila immediately realized what was about to happen and quicker than thought stepped in between them. Everyone froze as the crack echoed through the small clearing in front of the house. Azura had meant to strike Gloria but as a blatant passive defiance Oreila had stepped in front of the girl and took the blow. Oreila was no weakling but the weeks of suffering had taken their toll on her body.

She seemed to crumble as she hit the ground on her side without a sound and her eyes rolled up in her head. Death was at her side in an instant and his eyes blazed at Azura before War drew her away to give her a stern lecture.

Death gently shook Oreila and when she didn't respond he scooped her up into his arms and headed inside. She was surprisingly light and he realized just how truly frail she had let herself become and guilt ripped through him so hard he actually physically stumbled.

He made it to his study and laid her down on one of the couches as he watched her. A little while later she awoke and looked around in confusion. "What happened?" Growling from his chair he moved to her side. "You did a stupid thing. You have become so weak that you could not protect your ward."

His words stung and she lashed out at him, pushing him away. "Leave me alone." She made to move and swayed dangerously before he clutched her elbow gently. "You must start taking care of yourself Oreila." She rolled her eyes and jerked her arm away and started toward the door but not before giving one last smart ass remark. With a mock bow she muttered, "As you wish my lord."

It wasn't until she was suddenly pinned between Death's body and the wall did she remember Nephilim customs. Death's gaze raked over her and she trembled against him as she realized she was too weak to fight him off and couldn't even touch the floor the way he had her held.

He pressed his masked face against her throat and inhaled her scent. She gave a tiny mewl of fear and he drew his face away to see her head turned away and her eyes squeezed tightly shut. He drew off his mask and let it clatter to the floor and her eyes cracked open. "Look at me." She turned her face towards him and gasped when she realized he no longer wore his mask.

She would have stroked his face had her arms been free but suddenly his face was buried in her neck and he grazed his teeth over her flesh. She shivered and bit her lip as a familiar feeling welled up inside her and she fought it. Sensing her struggle Death moved his mouth along her jaw, to plant his mouth firmly on her. At first she refused him entrance until he nipped at her lower lip and she gave a tiny gasp. It was enough as his tongue swept into her mouth to tangle with hers.

She found that his kiss wasn't unpleasant and she kissed him back. He felt the small shift and pressed it as he broke the kiss to trail kisses down her throat until he reached her breasts. She gave a small whimper and struggled against him as her senses returned.

Suddenly the room shifted as he pressed her onto the couch and lay atop her. His hands grasped her dress and the fabric gave away in his grip, baring her to his gaze. She trembled uncontrollably as humiliation swept over her and she closed her eyes. His hand pinched her chin and forced her to face him, "Watch me, look at me Oreila." She opened her eyes and he saw the fear in them.

He nuzzled her breasts again deliberately before taking a nipple in one mouth and rolling the other between his fingers. He growled as she bucked instinctively against him as pleasure shot through her awakened and denied body. He chuckled softly as he moved to kiss her again before letting his hand trail up her thighs, seeking entrance. He groaned as he touched her and she moaned into his mouth, he had thought of this day for a long time.

He couldn't' wait as he felt her slick passage and moved the needed parts of his harness. As she felt him probing her entrance she froze and her quicksilver eyes flicked up to his in fear as she begin bucking but this time it was to gain freedom. Tears coursed down her face as she pleaded in wordless sounds for him to release her.

Growling he demanded submission, it was high time she stop pining for someone she never belonged to. He ran himself home in her body and it tightened like a bow string beneath him. He began pounding into her and slowly her struggles changed. Instead of trying to flee she clutched him closer.

She was begging for more as she thrashed her head side to side and her legs locked around his hips giving him more access. Her small nails scored his back as he pushed her higher in her pleasure, driving her insane with her need to reach her release. He growled again as he grasped her silky hair and forced her head back and she bowed up against him, allowing him deeper access. She screamed out his name and he nearly lost it as she bucked wildly beneath him, releasing a passion she didn't know she had.

Finally he drove deep into her and spilled himself. Fireworks exploded behind her eyes as her mouth opened in a silent scream with her release. She laid panting and trembling beneath him. Gently he pulled her exhausted body against his as he covered her with a blanket. He smiled gently down at her seeing her already asleep with a small smile on her lips. He smiled himself and gently moved a strand of her ebony hair from her face and found himself playing with it in fascination. She sighed and snuggled closer to his body and he placed a tender kiss to her forehead. "Sleep my little angel."