Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/War, Strife/Caim
Warnings: AU, Yaoi, Lemon, Mpreg
Chapter: 10
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me and Food-for-mind
Author's Note: Sequel to Angel of War
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That night, War made very sure that Azrael would never be satisfied with any other lover ever again. Giving into long-repressed instincts, the Nephilim took the angel with every bit of passion he could possibly feel... it was nearing dawn when he finally was sated.
As Azrael had to return to his punishment of 'visiting Heaven's domains only once a year', his parents visited roughly once a month. Every time they did, the Fallen vacated the premises, much to the Firstborns' annoyance at the pedestal the later generations had put them upon. It only improved after an incident during Azrael's seventh month. War had requested their presence and as such, they had broken the pattern of their previous visits. Puppy, the young scholar who had Fallen only six years ago, had gotten the notice late and upon his flight had flown into the Firstborn female. He had feared being blasted into kingdom come, instead receiving motherly concern of whether he was unharmed from falling onto the ground. It slowly broke the ice between the two elder angels and the company of their firstborn son. Shortly before the Archangel was due, the reason of War's frequent visits to the White City became clear; with another child on the way, the Nephilim had remembered his trepidation regarding a small baby - and to a lesser extent, his fragile scholar-mate - with his gauntlet and had arranged for the limb to be restored.
To the surprise of his siblings, Strife and Caim's 'friends with benefits'-relationship kept going strong even after Azrael's return, contrary to the history of the Gunner with his previous partners.
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The second child of War and Azrael was another daughter, whom they decided to name Gabriel. Death sincerely hoped it wouldn't be like with their first child where the Fallen also got half a dozen children in celebration. Laylah assured him it'd only be three this time around, one of which would be birthed by Naamah as the child of her and Gremory.
The Firstborn seemed oblivious to the intense scrutiny the Fallen's healer subjected her to. During the party following Gabriel's birth, the second-oldest company-member found the chance to ask the question that had been burning in a corner of her mind ever since her Fall.
"Why?" The two of them had ended up alone in the kitchen, the rest being either outside in the central garden or up on the tower.
"Why what?" Laylah looked over her shoulder at the healer, putting down the bottle of wine she had just opened.
"I think you can imagine, my Lady." Gremory held the plate of fresh meat tightly. "Why did you involve yourself in my trail? I should have suffered far worse than banishment for attempting to kill a General. It was treason, dereliction of my duty as healer, not to mention that Heaven's laws make no difference between an attempted murder that succeeded and one that failed." She straightened her back while facing the mother of her commander. "So why did you mitigate my sentence to banishment?"
The older female regarded her for a while, before turning to face her fully. "Do you mind?"
"Of course not." The healer shook her head. "Between banishment and what would have been a true Fall into Hell, only a fool would choose a Fall. But why? I was certainly not the first to commit attempted murder, nor the last. Yet you interfered for me."
The Firstborn snorted at that. "You want the truth, Fallen? Because I could hardly let you carry the full punishment for an attempted crime another walked free from after succeeding."
Orange eyes narrowed at that. "What?"
"My brother cast my eldest son from the Legions for being the smartass with morals he always had been and to cover his own incompetency." The Firstborn turned around, taking the two filled glasses for herself and her husband. "Do you think I appreciated that any more than you did that General sending your husband and son to their deaths?"
"You... killed him!?" She had wanted to scream it, but Gremory found that she did not have the breath. Her mind was reeling with the mere thought that a Firstborn would kill another.
"Of course." The four-winged female stated without any emotion. "He knew how hard it is for me to conceive - Creator, he was one of the first telling Rahab to find himself a female more suited to starting a Lineage - and despite that he essentially killed one of my two children over his own pride." A humorless smile appeared on her face. "His face when he saw me toting a Redemption-cannon while under an illusion to look like a demon was priceless. He should have realized that even I have an end to my patience."
The younger female looked like a fish on dry land, even as the older female headed to the door.
"Why did you just tell me that?" Gremory finally managed to croak out when the four-winged angel was opening the door to rejoin her husband outside.
"You asked." Laylah looked over her shoulder at the younger female. "And should you tell; who would believe you over me? The only ones who see Firstborn as living, breathing beings capable of such base things are other Firstborn... and they already know." She left the Healer inside, rejoining Rahab while looking like nothing had strange had happened inside.
