Death's Salvation

Chapter 12

Disclaimer: I do not own Darksiders or Darksiders ll. I do own Willow as she is an extension of my own mind. Happy reading.

Willow woke up to a pounding headache. She was having trouble remembering what had happened just like when she had first woken up on Earth after the humans were revived. She looked around her, careful not to move her pounding head too much. She remembered arguing with Death and her running out the front door. Then a shadow had moved, she screamed or did she? Then it was lights out until she had woken up in the grasp of the Phantom Guard soldier and saw the exchange between Death and the demoness.

Speaking of that she was trying to figure out where she was. It wasn't like any dungeon that she had ever seen before; in fact it looked amazingly like someone's very lavish bedroom with the exception that she was chained to the headboard of the bed. She curled her legs under her and pushed herself up slowly thankful that her head didn't pound any worse when she did so.

"Well it seems like you are awake hmm." She glanced around trying to find the woman that had spoken. "Show yourself you bitch." She said with more bravery than she felt. She had seen what demons did to humans and she was honestly scared out of her wits. Why did Death let this demoness take her?

"He let me take you because he no longer needs you. Did you really think that the most powerful Nephilim left in all of creation would actually have a use for such a weak creature?" The voice taunted her but had yet to show itself. "He said he cared." She had to admit she didn't sound very convinced to herself even as she said it but she had to make herself believe it.

"No little one, he doesn't need you now and so you now belong to me unless he and the others come back into my service." She snarled her lip up. "Then you may as well kill me." The voice laughed again, "Well if he will not do it I know War will when I get his little human plaything as well."

"You bitch you leave her out of this!" Again the laughter taunted her. "Well little human shall I entertain myself until they get here? I wonder if you have seen what a contingent of my Phantom Guard can do to a human?" Willow shuddered fearfully as the meaning sunk in. "You cannot mean to do that. You promised not to do anything." The laughter taunted her again while a small group of Phantom Guard filed into the room and grinned lustily at her scantily clad body. She trembled and moved as far away as the chain would allow her to move.

"My little plaything, I am a lust demoness so I must entertain myself somehow." Willow snarled her teeth at the approaching demons in a fearsome show of defiance as Lilith watched from her hiding spot. It would be fun to break Death by toying with his little plaything as he never did share well. Also the human had more spunk than any creature as weak as her had a right to have. She would see that spirit broken before the horsemen arrived.

Willow kicked and lashed out with anything she could anytime the Phantom Guards got near. One thing in her favor was they were not the most intelligent demons and so they would fall back for a bit to try and come up with a new way of coming at the flailing woman. She knew that would only work so long as she was running on empty and was getting tired more quickly than them.

As if speaking it were bringing it into being they came at her again. She managed to catch the first one with a foot firmly to the jaw that made it stagger back but she was just a bit too slow to catch the next one that came at her from the other side. They had her then she knew the moment the first one firmly planted his hands on her. Her screams echoed through the halls and made Lilith hum in pleasure. Her lord would be pleased when she brought him the remaining Nephilim.

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Death and the others arrived in the realm of Hell and started towards the large bulbous sack of flesh sticking from the landscape that belonged to Lilith. They were all silent as they knew their brother was in the state of mind that he would kill without a second thought.

They reached the entrance and Death proceeded inside without hesitating and the others followed wordlessly behind them although the disgust they felt walking on the squelching floor of oozing tissue was apparent. It would certainly suit a lust demoness such as Lilith. Suddenly a pair of agonized female screams echoed down the hall, one behind the other, and Death snarled as he increased his pace.

He made it to Lilith's throne room and strode in with the others right behind him to find her sitting upon the throne and stroking the mass of writhing demons that seemed to be her constant companions here. Death stopped in front of her and withdrew Harvester from his hips, "Lilith no games, where is she." He asked in a deceptively calm voice. "Tsk, Tsk, Tsk Death you shouldn't be so rude." She purred at him as she stretched languidly in her throne. He growled low in his throat as the others drew their weapons behind him. "WHERE IS SHE?" He roared at her as he took another step towards her thrown.

She huffed in irritation as she rose from the throne as another scream ripped through the silence in the room. She smiled as she stepped down from the raised platform that the throne rested on. "Seems that my new pet is coming along nicely, don't yo…"

She didn't get another word out then or ever as her head flew from her shoulders to land on the throne. The others were shocked speechless because with everything Lilith had done Death had never shown no inclination to end her. He wiped the black blood from Harvester and turned to them. "Spread out and try to find her, no telling what Lilith will have done with her." They nodded and all headed into separate halls to try to find the human.

Death chose the hall behind the throne. At the end of the hall there was a door of flesh and he could hear several demons grunting and talking in their guttural language but he couldn't hear what they were saying. He pulled the fleshy door down and stopped cold in his tracks at the sight before him. He wished silently he had killed Lilith much more slowly.

There were five Phantom Guards in the room, four of which charged him and were mercilessly cut down as Death charged the final one. He had walked in to find one of them grunting and heaving away on top of a feebly struggling Willow who was chained to a bed. She renewed her struggled when she had seen Death standing in the doorway and the demon had delivered a stunning blow to the side of her head.

Death pulled the demon off her and dispatched it before moving to Willow's side as she turned her face from him, too ashamed to look him in the eyes. "Willow, look at me." She remained silent and refused to look at him. He grasped her jaw gently and forced her to face him. Her normally dancing eyes were dull and glazed. He glanced down her body and physically cringed at the blood pouring from her. She was dying and knew it.

He franticly searched his belt for a healing potion, praying it would work only to discover to his horror that he didn't have any. Suddenly the other three horsemen came charging into the room and they all froze. They knew immediately what had happened to the human and knew that she would be damaged beyond anything she could survive alone. Death turned to them, "Quick, I need a healing potion and I don't have one." He snapped at them.

While letting them search he turned back to Willow and pulled her into his lap. He carefully took the mask off and laid it upon the bed beside her so she could see him. She reached a hand up to touch his face, "I love you Death." He pressed his hand over hers to hold it to his face. "Don't act like that you're not going to die human." She gave him a weak smile.

Fury handed him a bottle with the precious green liquid in it and he pressed it to Willow's lips. She drank the bottle and gave a deep sigh as her eyes slid closed and her chest ceased to rise and fall. Death stared down at her stunned, the potion hadn't worked. She was gone. He felt himself slipping away and the others started to back away from him. When he was like this he was the most dangerous creature in the universe.

He carefully set the limp human on the bed and stood with his head bowed and his fist clenched at his sides. Suddenly he raised an arm and Harvester flew to it and he turned to face them. He had a sneer on his usually expressionless face and his eyes burned a bloody red as he started towards them. They knew they could try and run or try to fight though neither was a favorable option.

That choice was sparred them when the softest sound in all the world stopped their brother cold in his tracks and pulled him from a state that no one had ever pulled him from. "Death." Willow was alive; the potion had just taken a little more time to work on her. He whipped around to her, his eyes changing back to their usual orange color.

He was at her side in an instant and she smiled shyly up at him. He crushed her to him as he scooped her up into his arms. "Let's go home everyone." He said as he turned to carry her out of that place. She needed to be at home where she could bath, rest, and recover from the mental damage done to her by this.

She rested her head against his chest after he had mounted Despair once they had left the hell within Hell and fell asleep in the safety of Death's arms. The others had never seen such a look of peace on their brother's face in eons as the one he had as he gazed down at the human clutched protectively in his grip. They knew no one would ever lay their hands on her again and live to tell about it.