Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/Samael, maybe later Azrael/War
Warnings: AU, Non-con, Yaoi, Blood, General unpleasantness
Chapter: 10
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Cursing, War pierced the Veil between realms to head for Heaven. He only faintly felt the angel's pulse and with every moment it grew weaker. He'd kill Samael for this… but first he needed to save the male in his arms.
He appeared well outside the gates to the White City, not wanting to risk angels shooting him for appearing suddenly out of nowhere, something they would be more than likely to do if he appeared within the city-boundaries. Azrael would not survive getting hit by anything. He might not even survive the ride in his state…
Jumping down from Ruin, he directed the flaming steed to run, hoping that at least one of his siblings had already come to inform Uriel of what they had found. He could not jostle the Archangel anymore than he already had.
Sinking through his knees, he carefully laid the scholar down onto the ground. War watched the horse disappear in the golden gleam briefly before turning his attention to the scholar.
"Azrael?" He whispered, faintly hoping that at least the other was still somewhat conscious. Roughly pulling his red hood free, he pressed the fabric against some of the worse wounds. He might as well have tried to repopulate Earth by himself for all the good it did.
Blood kept pouring out, pooling on the ground and soaking the white wings. Were Azrael any lesser than what he was, he would have died from blood-loss by now.
"Stay alive." The Rider whispered, hoping that at least this time luck would be on his side.
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"Well, thank you regardless." Michael softly told the three Horsemen in front of him. He had noticed what Uriel had done – hard to miss a suddenly missing General – and had come to the gate himself to await the Nephilim.
They had found nothing, leaving only the youngest Rider as hope for Azrael. And said youngest Rider was apparently running late…
"You ought to keep better track of your people." Death informed him coldly, glowering at the Archon ruling Heaven from behind his mask. Despair flicked his head back and forth in agitation.
"Is that not War's steed?" Gabriel suddenly asked, pointing out onto the road leading away from the city. In the distance fire was rapidly approaching. Already the causeway was shaking, trembling under the hooves of the approaching horse.
"But without War." Strife peered into the distance as he was by far the best spotter the Horsemen had. "And he looks very agitated…" His voice trailed off in horror when he realized what that could only mean: something had happened to War.
Not even waiting for anyone to say anything, Death wheeled Despair around, sending the green-glowing stallion in a mad dash towards the approaching rider-less horse. His siblings were close behind, Strife's faster steed quickly pulling past the elder Nephilim's.
Ruin turned when they approached, racing headlong with them further from the White City.
Briefly glancing over her shoulder, Fury could see that several of the angels were following them, Uriel in the lead, though they had trouble keeping up with the fast horses of the Four.
"I see him!" Strife called, keen eyes having spotted their youngest sibling up ahead. Wings like no other in Creation gleamed in the golden light reflecting of the road. "He has Azrael!"
Or rather, the youngest Horseman had a slab of meat that once had been Azrael…
When they slowed their horses to a stand-still beside their sibling, it actually took them a few moments to truly register the state the angel was in. Never in their wildest dreams would they have expected the Gatekeeper to ever look like that.
"Please tell me you brought a healer." War greeted them, cradling the slowly dying scholar in his arms while still trying to keep him from bleeding to death. "He needs one."
"What happened!?" Death dismounted, falling to his knees beside the angel to look more closely at the wounds. Just about every one of his senses was screaming at him that the angel was on the doorstep of the Well of Souls. "He looks like he went through a shredder. Several times…"
"Later." War waved his eldest brother off as the other angels had reached them, crying out in worry and horror at the state their prime scholar was in.
Recognition seemed to briefly flicker in Uriel's gaze as she watched Gabriel rush forward to heal the scholar as much as she could until he could be delivered to the true healers. Jamaerah's prophecy had come true. Sharply ordering several of the guards to fetch more healers and something to transport the long-winged male on, she then just floated beside the kneeling rulers of Heaven, for the first time in a long while unsure what she should do next.
By the time she remembered to thank the Horsemen, they had been secure that the angels had everything under control and left Heaven once more.
Shortly afterwards several mystics arrived, forming a circle around the three angels on the ground and teleporting them away.
"Find someone to clean this up." Uriel sharply gestured at the blood-pool on the ground.