Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/Abaddon, Zeruch(War)/OC
Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery
Chapter:35
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me
Author's Note: Who wants to read 'Abaddon's apology'?
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Combined with a side-job as errand-boy for the Argent Spire, the meditations proved enough to tide over the boy until he could – even with Azrael's approval – enrol in the warrior-trainings offered at Heaven's barracks.
For the two years between the incident where he had beaten two of his classmates into the hospital-wing and the required age of fifteen, one could see the child fly between the Argent Spire and the offices at the barracks after school. Sometimes, he'd carry an entire bag full of scrolls, sometimes only a few. Naya'il would join him at times, the two chasing each other through the white towers that made up the city.
Which Abaddon managed to mess up as well, to the Scholar's ire: as something of an olive branch from the warrior, they had agreed that Zeruch would take the easier training-circuit, simply since Azrael knew how the children in the harder circuit ended up. Quite jokingly, the easier one was often called 'Scholar training' as most of the time the recruits in there came from scholar-families.
Despite his son ostensibly being in those classes, Azrael noticed in worry that the young male sometimes collapsed without even eating upon returning home from a day at training.
Some inquiries with other scholars whose children had chosen a life of war quickly made him realize that something was up. A chance meeting and chat with Nathaniel proved his fears: Naya'il was in the same situation as Zeruch, arriving home half-comatose... and she was not enrolled in the easy circuit.
"Abaddon?" Azrael had decided to bring a visit to his fellow parent after that. "Do you need to be anywhere soon?"
The General's wing twitched lightly at the tone of voice. What had he done wrong now? "Not really, why?"
"I had a really interesting conversation with Nathaniel a bit ago." Azrael locked the door behind him before he moved over to the desk. "Do you know what he told me?"
"Naya'il is doing well in the training?" The warrior got up, eyes narrowing at the locked door.
"Equally well as Zeruch..." Azrael poked the armoured chest with his finger. "Equally comatose. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"
"Should I...?"
"I checked..." Azrael moved even closer until their chests were nearly touching. "She's in the hard circuit... Why is our son, ostensibly in the easy circuit, as exhausted as someone in the hard circuit?"
"The Easy circuit is not that easy, Azrael. Recruits do get tired from it." Abaddon backed away a bit.
"Even the children of other scholars are not as tired." The scholar hissed. "You enrolled him in the hard circuit, did you not? You just couldn't resist putting your 'perfect little warrior' in there, could you!?"
"What? No!" The wings of the warrior floofed at the accusation. "We agreed on the easy circuit, Azrael. Why would I risk your ire by breaking that agreement? You even saw me fill out the paperwork necessary!"
"To get your dream-warrior, of course." His fellow parent countered sharply. "That's certainly no assurance that you send it though. It wouldn't be the first time you 'forgot' to fill something out."
"But I send it..." At least, he thought he had. Hadn't he? Incidentally, he had not, simply having lost it in the piles of paperwork on his desk. It was going to take him quite a while and quite some bribing to make Azrael forgive him that one