Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/War, Abaddon/Death
Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery, Lemon, Character Death
Chapter: 21
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me
Author's Note: The cover-art is made by Yen-Yen-Yen who can be found under that name on among others Tumblr.
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Azrael had taken War to the barracks of the Hellguard after the Argent Spire, smiling lightly at the astonishment that the Nephilim Leader could not quite hide.
"Everything is just ostentatious with you, isn't it?" The Nephilim looked over at the Scholar, interrupting his study of the shooting-practice of the warriors.
"I assume you are refering to the barracks being of the same marble as the rest of our city?" Azrael was less interested in the shooting, having seated himself on one of the low benches that ran along the field. "Well, what else are we supposed to use?"
"Do you just have an entire planet devoted to mining all this?" He tapped the stone balustrade he was leaning on.
"Now that... would be telling." The Mystic rose from his seat. "A bit of mining, a bit of magic... I am surprised you are not asking about our eternal waterfalls."
"Those are obvious magic." War looked over to his left, where there was one of those never-drying waterfalls falling down from an island that was floating a fair bit over the one he was currently on. It was in fact high enough that down here, there was just a fine mist of water. "And I am not going to even try to figure that one out."
"The floating islands?" Azrael quirked an eyebrow.
"Likewise." The younger male looked back to the range when an explosion caught his attention. Several large-winged Champions had come for their training. Unlike the more lower-ranked warriors who used their halberts, these had larger guns.
"Redemption cannons." The Scholar informed him. "I can see about you getting a turn?"
"Those things are almost larger than I am, from what I can see." Certainly the angels wielding them were actually larger than he was.
"I am heavier and you carry me around." Without waiting for another answer, Azrael called out to the angels on the field, who promptly flew over.
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"Nice gun." Strife poked the cannon War had returned with. "Souvenir from the city?"
"Mmhmm..." The Leader of the Nephilim was sitting on his own chair. "No ammunition though, so don't even think of stealing it."
"I am sure I could improvise something." The Gunner crouched down, turning it over carefully. His brother snorted, once again feeling the amusement he felt every time when it was proven that the only thing the first-raised of Death respected were guns.
"You do that in your tent though, not here." Considering the size of the explosions of the properly shot ammunitions, he did not want to consider how bad it might be if it was an improperly set off ammunition.
A tent would certainly not survive it, and he'd rather not try and find out if an angelic building could.
"Yeah, yeah..."
"Takes after you." Lust dryly informed her fellow Firstborn.
"Don't insult me like that." Death countered her, considering her with a flat stare.