Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/War
Warnings: AU, Yaoi, Debatable-Con (once), Lemon, Mpreg
Chapter: 47
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me and Food-for-mind
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Azrael was breathing heavily, clutching the backrest of the seat in front of him. His father was unconscious, but War did not look much better.
"Neither combatant is able to fight." Metatron called out. "There is no winner." Two healers moved down to Rahab and Laylah.
"It seems my Husband and the Rider are evenly matched." Laylah gave them room, looking to the two Nephilim at the other side of the arena. "Let their seconds proceed with the battle in their stead." A bright light formed in her hand, becoming a long staff Death recognized as the Rod of Arafel. There was no doubt she intended to be her husband's.
He used one of the Life-stones they had brought on his youngest brother. "I am not looking forward to this." He fought to kill, not wound. And no doubt, she'd not let him do anything else...
"I'll fight for the Horseman!" A voice came from above. An average looking angel had flown up from his seat to move into the arena.
"What...?" The Firstborn Nephilim hissed as the volunteer touched down in front of them. "Caim..."
"Do you honestly think you can defeat her without killing her? I know your track-record, Death." The Fallen's commander darkly countered while the two healers moved his father away.
"And you think you can!?" Death dragged War back to his feet.
"I just need to flash my black wings and she'll kill me." Caim's hands tightened into a fist. "Now go."
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Her face was unmoved as the Nephilim left the arena, regarding the angel facing her with cool indifference. If he dared face her, he'd better also prepared to face the consequences of such a foolish act. Though there was something off about him...
Several illusions of the ancient angel appearing around the poor deluded fool who thought he could take her on. The moment they flew towards Caim, he managed to summon his staff and dispel about the half of the illusions. He began to dodge the others, flying away gracefully.
As her remaining images passed him, one of them swiftly turned, blasting him point-blank in the back.
Grinding his teeth against the pain, Caim launched a shock-wave of dark light to cancel the remaining illusions. He could not fight several versions of his mother. Cursing, he realised too late that that wasn't quite angelic.
So that was what was wrong about the other. Her eyes narrowed at him. Her energy moved outward, pushing him away from her.
Feeling the push the Fallen braced himself, avoiding being pushed too far away from her. He needed to get closer to her: close-quarter-combat had been one of her weaknesses, back in the day. He summoned a large group of phantom birds to attack her.
She incinerated the phantoms, faint glowing ashes falling to the ground. Roaring, not so much in body as in mind, she send forth a different kind of shock-wave, not aimed at the body, but at the arcane magics all around them. She presumed he felt nothing, but his wings were now jet-black like a starless night. "Fallen."
Oh, fuck. He could literately the silence spread throughout the arena. Then it was shattered by many angelic voices yelling in unison. "Kill The Fallen!"
"This battle is not yet over." Laylah spoke, voice echoing in a thousand minds. "Seconds are freely chosen or offered, even among outsiders. The Horseman did not refute him, and so he will do battle. AND THE ONLY ONE WHO HARMS HIM AM I!"
Dark spells swirled around his fist, he charged at her after some brief hesitation. Spells shot towards her, managing to hit her and drain her. It was one of the darkest spell favoured by the Fallen: draining the arcane energies of the target.
She hissed in pain. Instead of resisting, she allowed her energy to flow to him in far too great amounts, overloading his draining-ability. "You will be burned to ashes ere you drain me dry!" Her energies turned her into a beacon of light, blinding the Fallen. In answer, he flew away from her, struggling to shake off the blindness.
Lightning arched towards the black-winged male, hitting one of the darkened appendages and paralysing it. It would be temporary, but not temporary enough for him to escape his new date with the ground.
Grunting, Caim pushed himself up from the sandy ground, spitting out the dirt he had swallowed and rose up shakily from the floor. He looked up at the female floating above him. His affected wing twitched, half paralysed. It seemed he needed to continue the battle on foot for now. Creating a dark-energy orb, he aimed it at the female.
She had not expected him to recover this fast. She hissed when his attack glanced against one of her wings. Calling upon her magics, she countered likewise. Too bad he had already dodged by the time it hit the ground. She shot down after it, hitting the ground to form a dust-cloud much like her husband had.
The dust blanketed him and he used the cover to create a double ganger, and send it to attack his mother.
She cried out in surprise and pain at the unexpected attack. Blood tainted her dress. In return, she cast out her energies violently, incinerating her attacker.
Wincing at the yell of his mother and how quickly she incinerated his double, he forced himself to remember that his parents didn't matter anymore, only his brother.
Gathering her energies, she unleashed them, torrents of flames raging down to the ground, where they hit the Fallen hard. The adrenaline of the pain fuelled her powers.
Feeling flames torching him, he hissed out the last part of the enchantment. Darkness crawled over him, dulling his pain. Sludge-like shadows slithered over him, covering him with their protection. With several mighty wing-beats, he shot up from the dust cloud. He slammed into her, actually feeling bones break under his assault.
She gasped in pain. Her jaw tightened and she transformed in a way much like the Fallen had done, only then scorching light instead of shadow. She broke free from his hold, healing her wounds while backing away. "So this is how it is, 'Caim'? You want me to kill you?"
He lashed out at her, trying to force her down to the ground. "I'm surprised you're controlling yourself enough not to do that."
"You wound me..." Their staffs met with a sound more alike to Redemption-fire than metal meeting metal. "and misjudge me."
"Pretty certain all Firstborn are the same." Caim snarled, black wings beating the air as he tried to force her down to the ground.
"You forget who wrote what parts of the Codex." Her four wings struggled to counter him. "Your parents did not write the parts about the Fallen... or the Puer Sacramentum."
He briefly hesitated at that statement.
"Come now, boy, I am the Angel of Conception." She managed to direct his downwards thrust past her, making him shoot down to the ground. "Do you honestly think I cannot tell who is who, Haniel!? Do you honestly think I cannot tell who was involved in someone's conception!?" Torching fire roared down from the unending skies above the White City, crashing against a barely formed shield. "FOOL!"
The shield shattered into a million pieces.
