Hello fellow Darksiders. Since it's been taking an eternity for the part where the 4 Horsemen reunite to come our way, so I figured "Hey, why not try my hand at something like that?". Granted someone asked me to write this, but still. I like the idea, and...it's a damn good idea, so why not do it? Now, I do plan on remaining as faithful to the original story as possible, but since this story itself, not the material, but the story is still my property, I am going to put my own spin on at least some parts. I will include some material of my own of course, but I will not twist any non-original material too far, or at least I will try my damnedest.
Also...SPOILER ALERT! If you have not finished all of the Darksiders games, or you have an issue with having information given to you via a fanfiction...DO NOT READ THIS STORY. Go play the games, watch a walkthrough on Youtube, I don't care, but if you don't want the plot of the games at least somewhat given to you without your consent, heed my warning, and leave.
Now...without further adieu, let's wrap up the apocalypse now.
It was done, the Destroyer was defeated. Killed by the Horseman of War in revenge for his treacherous actions being blamed on him, and his power and name being defiled for an entire century while the world weathered away, and humanity driven to extinction with him powerless to stop it. Even worse was that the Destroyer was really Abaddon, leader of the Hellguard, the elite vanguard of Heaven's army. In his ambition to destroy Hell once and for all, was turned into the Destroyer, and became the very thing he swore to rid the universe of.
So...in a final clash between the Horseman and the Destroyer, War used the most powerful weapon in existence, the Armageddon Blade, reforged by Ulthane, the Blackhammer, to reduce the Destroyer back to his twisted, angelic form, and after yet another clash between the Horseman and fallen angel, War ripped off his wings and after a plea to his former second-in-command, Uriel, fell on deaf ears, War delivered the killing blow as she looked on with antipathy. Later...the Watcher who was pestering War throughout his entire trek around the world to restore his power and finally challenge and defeat Abaddon tried to take the seventh Seal of the Apocalypse...only for Uriel to impale War from behind, fulfilling a Death Oath between them, and freeing him from the Watcher's grip. She then used the same sword to break the seventh Seal, which resurrected War and allowed him to crush the Watcher's head as his pleas for mercy and his boasts over the power he had on War fell on deaf ears. Now...there was only one thing left to do...
"You will be hunted! The White City for certain, the Council, and...there will be others! You would wage this war alone!?" Uriel asked.
"No...not alone." War said as he held out the broken seal, and the angels saw a trio of comets in the far distance coming their way, and when they crashed into the ground...everyone recognized them.
"Fury? Strife? Death...?" Uriel said as the three stood up.
"We meet again Uriel. It's a shame it's in oblivion." Death said.
"Not oblivion brother...life." War said as he held out the broken seal as Death walked over, ran his finger over it, then looked at his youngest sibling.
"I...cannot believe this. I gave my life to save humanity, and now you save me." Death said softly despite his gravelly voice.
"Well, the seventh Seal is now broken for real this time, so...what's everyone been up to while we were slaving for a twisted counsel?" Strife asked as he crossed his arms.
"What are you talking about?" Uriel asked.
"Oh boy...do we have news for you." Strife said as he nudged his sister who sighed.
"The Charred Counsel set all of this up. War's unjust punishment, our division, humanity's near extinction, everything, and it's all because they supposedly embody the very Balance we swore to uphold." Fury said.
"Near extinction? And what do you mean humanity embodies the Balance?" An angel asked.
"Think about it. How often have humans banded together and fought over something foolish, or righteous, and come out of it stronger and wiser than before on the whole? They were made to evolve, grow, change, and countless others have envied them for it." Strife said.
"And Envy...as in the seventh Deadly Sin, all of whom I was charged with hunting down...incidentally exposed the Counsel for the lying bastards they are. They envied humanity above all others, and were corrupted in the end, and we paid the price." Fury said somberly.
"I actually sacrificed the souls of the Nephilim to restore humanity...souls I meant to one day bring back if possible, but you War...I would sacrifice nearly anything to see freed, and your name cleared." Death said as War nodded. "I also fought Absalom beforehand."
"Absalom?! But...he's dead." Uriel said.
"He is now, but he's been corrupting and consuming countless worlds ever since the battle for Eden. He accused me of being unaffected by his corruption because I am already tainted by the sin of betrayal." Death said.
"Even in death, the Nephilim continue to hound us." An angel said.
"Yep...that's what we do. That's what we do..." Strife said.
"None of that matters now. Humanity is revived, the Destroyer is dead, and now we are united once more." War said.
"Wait...you killed the Destroyer?" Fury asked.
"Yes. As it turns out, the Destroyer...was Abbadon." War said.
"Abbadon? Why in the fiery pits of Hell was he tearing Earth apart? Aren't angels supposed to be the good guys? No offense..." Strife said.
"He must've been corrupted somehow; even the Charred Counsel wasn't above the grip of corruption, and Absalom could not have been the only source. Fury let us know that herself." Death said.
"Yes, but one must wonder...what will we do with humanity? There were billions of them before the apocalypse, and now the world is in ruins." Fury said.
"We will have to find a way to rebuild for them...somehow." Uriel said thoughtfully.
Back on Earth, a column of light from a gathering of swirling clouds hit the ground in the middle of a large ruined city overrun with plants and some animals that ran from the massive beam. When it finally ended...a lone figure was kneeling on the scorched earth. The armor he wore had golden-white patterns up and down the armor, with silver interlocking plates, black chainmail, and a helmet that was perfectly-crafted for his head, and the visor covered the figure's entire face. He then looked around as he slowly took in the scenery and clinched his armored fists.
Not a single soul for miles, not a sound other than that of countless animals inhabiting the once-prosperous city. The armored figure trudged through the city looking at the neon signs, the derelict cars, the decayed and weathered buildings, the shattered streets, even some pipelines that were upturned. The apocalypse was not kind to the city...or it's people. He eventually stumbled across a bunch of skeletons with SWAT armor on them, knelt down by one of them, lifted the visor, put his hands together as he lowered his head...then took the shotgun, checked to see if it was usable, summoned a solid-metal cross about as large as his torso, and transformed the shotgun so it matched his armor. He then cocked the shotgun, just in time to see some undead skulk about. When they spotted him, they screamed to the sky as the figure shot it from across the block. The shotgun wasn't just no longer empty and rusty...it was also good at long range now.
Dozens more undead poured out from holes in the ground, the roofs of buildings, and from alleys as the figure shot down one swarm after another without needing to reload his gun. When they eventually got too close, he kicked some into each other, punched their skulls in, bashed them with his shotgun like a club, then got back to shooting the ones at a distance. Eventually, some large, deformed prowlers appeared, and the figure charged it, dodged a claw swipe, then tackled it across the block into a building with enough force to bring the whole building down on top of it, before jumping over a second prowler and blowing it's brains out with his shotgun, and throwing the body into a third, before grabbing and throwing a car into a fourth one.
After an hour of non-stop and intense fighting throughout the whole city, the figure looked around to see if any more were left, then fired three shells into the sky to celebrate, then sat down to catch his breath. He eventually pulled out the cross again, watched it pulse with energy, and the frequency became more rapid every second. He then charged it up by gripping it as tightly as he could...and it unleashed a burst of holy energy so intense, that the entire city was completely engulfed, and when it ended...everything was restored. The buildings were repaired, the corpses were cleaned up, everything was organized, and even the overgrowths were pruned. He then climbed up a nearby watertower to watch the city be restored, then dropped down to the floor, which also fixed itself. No sooner then when he picked himself up, that a series of roars was heard in the distance, and when he ran across the rooftops at break-neck speeds to the source, he saw a horde of demons approaching, and he cocked his shotgun before charging into the fray as a voice was heard in his mind...
"Excellent work. You have taken the first step towards achieving your goal, with flying colors no less. I choose wisely when I gave you that armor. The epiphanies and tragedies you experienced have all prepared you for this mission. The world I created for my children has been stripped of everything that once made it pure and beautiful, but you...you are all you need to be to change that. There are a great many mysteries left to be solved, mysteries left unsolved for far too long. Now is the time they are solved. The greatest being why this war between all worlds must be waged, why the sins of so many were so great, and why they were committed by so many. But for now...there is much work to be done. Now go, do what you were meant to do. Show why humanity must survive. Show why you...are the Reclaimer."
Just as the voice ceased...the Reclaimer jumped into the air and fired into the crowd...
And...that's a wrap. Hell of a way to introduce a character eh? Now..you may have noticed some Doomguy parallels here. Well, for starters... making a character that whoops demon ass is next to impossible without referencing Doomguy in one form or another, and let's face it: Doomguy would be right at home in Darksiders, don't you think? You may have already figured this out, but there will of course be differences between Doomguy and the Reclaimer, I won't spoil them, but take my word for it. Anyway, this story will have all 4 Horsemen at once...you thought they were beasts by themselves, imagine dealing with all 4 at once, especially with a Doomguy clone, if you can call him that. Anyway, that's it for this short and sweet prologue, so be sure to Rate, Review, and Share...and stay tuned for the rest o.k.? Thanks, bye.