Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/Abaddon
Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery
Chapter:20
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Even after visiting Azrael's workplace a few times, Zeruch still stared with awe at the tall hallways of the Argent Spire. "Magnificent, isn't it?"
Snapping out of his daze, the child nodded at Abaddon and added in a hushed voice. "It's so high and pretty!"
Making a sound of agreement, the General headed towards the First Mystic's office with a brisk walk. It was Azrael's turn to look after Zeruch today... and the rest of the month.
"Ah, there you are." The scholar had been waiting for them, leaving his door open. "Did you two behave?" He grinned lightly, inviting them to sit down on the couch in his office.
"A~huh; I visited Mertha today!" The child excitedly responded while the warrior seated him on the couch. "And Az…." Zeruch whispered breathlessly, his eyes all wide and bright.
"Nice to hear." The mystic joined his ward. "What is it?" He threw a small glare at Abaddon. This better not involve the General having tried to get the boy into early classes again.
Lifting one eyebrow at his friend's glare, Abaddon prodded the little Nephilim: "Tell Azrael the good news."
Bouncing in delight, Zeruch continued: "Heyyel told us that Mertha is going to have BABIES! That's so great!"
"That is indeed." The scholar tousled the child's long tresses. "Though I guess that means you won't be seeing her for a while then."
At that, the child looked somewhat dejected: "I know, Abby and Heyyel told me that. Gonna miss her, but I can visit the others, right?" At the last sentence he turned towards the bulkier male.
Wincing at the new nickname, the General responded: "Of course you can, Zeruch. And once Mertha's clutch has grown enough, you can visit her again."
"Abby?" The rune-winged angel chuckled. "I like that name." He smiled up at the warrior. "Want some drink before you have to leave again, Abby? What about you, Zeruch?"
Abaddon muttered darkly about why is he even putting up with this nonsense - oh right: beloved friend and good sex - and waved off the drink. "I have to return back to the barracks. I have to prepare the recruits for training at the outposts. "
Zeruch giggled at the muttering but when he heard what the elder male said afterwards, he then whined at General: "Awwww, can I see you again, soon?" He loved being around the bulky angel and he also gave great lessons how to defeat demons.
"Naturally, Zeruch." The warrior nodded at the other angel. "I'll send a messenger of our return."
"Of course." Azrael patted the boys head. "I'm sure we'll have plenty of fun until then. Perhaps we'll even visit you, considering how long those trips take."
"That would be wonderful." After a final farewell to the scholar and the child, Abaddon made a move to leave.
Jumping from the couch, Zeruch dashed to the male and grabbed one of his legs to give him a big hug. "You come back, right?" He mumbled against the cloth that hung from the waist of the bulky angel.
Azrael smiled lightly at the child's action, getting up himself to rest a hand on the boy's head. "Of course he will, the recruits are not THAT bad. Even if he complains about them a lot."
Chuckling, Abaddon picked up young child. "Azrael's right, they aren't that bad. I'll return to both of you."
"'Kay…" Hugging him again, Zeruch looked sternly at him. "Azzy and I will visit you, soon. Be nice to recruits, they scareds of you."
Handling the child back to 'Azzy', the General responded with a grin: "Can't promise you that."
"Because he's more evil than a demon." Azrael smiled at Abaddon while accepting the boy. "Try not to get yourself crashed into a tree again. It took me hours to get the sap out of your feathers, remember?"
"Because you refused to magic them away" Abaddon grumbled and after waving both of them goodbye, he left the office.
Zeruch waved meekly, looking somewhat thoughtful.
"Because I'd have taken half of your feathers then!" The mystic called out after the General, before sitting down behind his desk and seating Zeruch on his lap. "My, you are looking thoughtful."
"Does Abby have to fight demon lots?" The Nephilim looked up at the Archangel, waiting for his answer.
"Not during training-camps." The scholar assured his ward, levitating another cup for tea over to his desk. "As far as I know, he never fights demons during those." Granted, Abaddon might just not TELL him if he did...
"'Kay…" While watching his caretaker preparing the tea, the child probed further with a soft voice. "But he fights them other times, right?"
"Yes." No use in lying to the child, he'd figure it out sooner or later anyway. "Many angels do."
Blue shining eyes peered back at the pearly white ones. "Do you have to fight too?"
"On very, very rare occasions." Azrael admitted, setting down a cup of tea in front of the boy. "Mostly in emergencies."
"Oh… Do angels get hurts alots? Do you get hurts?"
"Depends on who one is fighting." The elder male sighed softly. "On occasion I got hurt, yes, but that's even rarer than me getting into a battle. I don't really hang around in the thick of it."
Zeruch reached out and embraced the angel around his neck. "Dun wanna you and Abby get hurts…" The young child was terrified to lose the two angels he felt very close to; especially after losing his real family.
"We won't." Azrael wrapped his arms and wings around the child. "Don't worry about that."
Nodding against the angel and with a small "'Kay", Zeruch held on for a few more moments. He felt safe and secure in the scholar's embrace.