Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/Abaddon
Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery
Chapter: 10
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Abaddon was gone before Zeruch woke up, returning to his duties early. Azrael would have done the same, but the boy was clinging to him with such fervour he did not have the heart to wake him up. When Damiana came to inform whether he was ill, the scholar asked her to send word to the Argent Spire he would be working home for the time-being and to send his work and the people he had meeting scheduled with over.
That had been an hour ago and the little child still showed no signs of waking up.
"Zeruch?" The angel carefully shook the small form tucked against his chest. "Wake up."
"Mmmhhh... dun wanna..." Came the muffled answer as the boy burrowed even deeper into the angelic flesh. "Comfy..."
"Well, I heard that before." Now he did get up, making Zeruch flop onto the mattress and blankets. The boy pouted, rubbing his shining blue eyes. His hair was a mess and he yawned again. "How long did you get to sleep at the camp?"
"They throws me out at suns..." Zeruch yawned again, stretching a bit. "Some time rolls me out of bed."
"I can do that too?" The mystic chuckled at the wide blue eyes. "Come, up and at them. I need to get some work done."
"I cans draw with you again?" The young nephilim beamed up at him.
"Not this time, I am afraid." Azrael hoisted him out of bed. "I'll need the room for myself."
The pout was even bigger than before.
"You can still draw, just not with me." The Archangel smiled apologetically at the child. "I am a busy man."
"Like Eldest?" Zeruch allowed him to dress him up in a deep-blue outfit.
"I guess." While combing the long hair, someone knocked on the door.
"There are guests waiting for you." A young female told the scholar with a bow.
"Ah, yes." Azrael got up from his seat. "Be a dear and watch Zeruch for me, yes?"
"Of course." She bowed again, offering her hand to the young boy. "Will you come with me, Zeruch? We'll get you something to eat from the kitchen."
After a hesitant glance at the angel beside him, the boy shyly took her hand and followed her outside.
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"What are you carving?" The only female of the siblings asked her elder. He had been working on it since the last day.
Wordlessly, he showed it to her. It was a piece of bone, probably a hip-bone of a demon, which he had been carving into a mask.
"A mask? Why?" She brushed her fingers over it, tracing the carved features.
"So I do not forget." He tried it on, but found something lacking as he immediately took it off and started working again. "I was careless. I failed."
"It wasn't your fault." She countered, ignoring the boiling broth she was standing next to. "Something like this never happened before."
"I was worried about Absalom." The elder snarled. "Instead of being worried about Strife and the child! And look what it got me... I lost them both."
"Not in that tone!" She hissed, looking at the entrance of their tent in worry. "Someone might overhear."
"They're too busy listening to him and his talk of revenge." The male waved her away. "Why do you think he brought us here? To Hell?" He snarled, ramming the blade he was using for the carving into the ground. "Idiot... Fool... Madman. We can do his revenge-schemes, but if I want to do something..."
"Brother." Her lip was trembling as she warned him again.