Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/?
Warnings: AU, Yaoi, Character Death, Lemon, Blood
Chapter:11
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me
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"I don't think I can help you with that." Samael mused as he lounged on his throne. "It's not like Azrael came over for tea and we had nice talks in front of the fire-place."
"You are damn near omniscient." War snarled, ignoring the two angelic forms behind them. Abaddon was floating behind Uriel, trying to make himself as small as possible. "'There is little you can keep from me, Horseman, once I have a mind to know it', if I remember properly."
"And what makes you think I'd be interested in whomever Azrael took into his bed...?" The demon smirked lightly. "What use would that be to me?"
"I'm certain you could think of some." Death pointed out. "I somewhat refuse to believe you do not know. Who is it?"
"This is Azrael we're talking about..." The demon-lord leaned forward. "He took his precautions... Particularly since it was no angel."
"So you DO know." Strife snarled lightly. He really did not feel like participating in this wild goose-chase.
"Otherwise... Abaddon would know." Samael chuckled, gesturing to the green-glowing spectre beside Uriel. "And since apparently you felt you needed to drag him all the way here – presumable not as a snack for me – I assume he does not." He grinned faintly at the knee-jerk glower on the female angel's face. "Or did he fall from Azrael's favour long before turning him into a tower-decoration?" Abaddon almost, almost snarled something in answer, but in the end just deflated more.
"Your business is not with Abaddon." The Firstborn Nephilim stepped lightly into the line of sight of the looming demon. "You know who Azrael was with, I refuse to believe you do not. Just tell us and we can leave you in peace."
"Assuming I do..." The demon moved to sit upright again. "Are you sure you would want to drag Abaddon along for the ride? No doubt Azrael's dear one does not like him right now." At their silence, he added darkly. "Come now... Leaving a defenceless angel trapped among hordes of demons? Did you honestly believe that would leave Azrael safe, Abaddon?"
The former General of the Hellguard flinched, recoiling from the demon at that. Opening his mouth, no sound came out.
"Naive..." Samael contemplated the sight. "I will not tell you who Azrael shared his bed with. I can tell you that you are somewhat wrong. Azrael's soul never switched owner. He still wields it himself."
"We entombed his body." Uriel finally spoke up. "He's dead."
"Oh, he died, no doubt." The demon answered smoothly. "His soul did not pass into the Well. Is all. You were on point with the Necromantic vacuum, Death... and Fury. No wards would be able to hold it long enough for something as frivolous using it as fuel."
"So then what?" Fury's whip crackled lightly.
Samael seemed lost in thought for a few moments. "What do you know off the 'rehousing ritual', Death?"