Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/Abaddon
Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery
Chapter: 1
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me
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He kept wailing as he was being carried away from his elder sibling. The other was not moving and the pool of blood was growing by the moment. "Stwife!"
No answer.
"STWIFE!" He struggled harder, but there was no way he'd be able to free himself from the demon's grip.
"Will you stop wailing, brat?" The tall male snarled, taking him by his scruff and shaking him. "Or I'll cut your damn tongue out."
"Lemme go!" The child kept struggling until the demon threw it down, smacking his head against one of the many rocks littering the ground. Pain and darkness flooded his young brain.
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By the time he came too again, he was in a dark and cramped space. Coarse fabric surrounded him on all sides and he could feel his knees and elbows get scuffed from it. Once in a while he would get rattled by apparent bumps in the road, throwing him from side to side.
Whimpering, he curled up as tightly as he could, wondering where he was going and why his siblings had not saved him yet. Which was roughly the moment he remembered his capture and the fate of his elder brother. Had he survived that? Could he survive that?
Tears formed in his blue eyes and he hugged his knees, feeling the half-dried blood of 'Stwife' on his pants.
"Eeeh…" He hiccupped, trying to keep the incoming wails at bay. His siblings had taught him to always stay strong. He must not cry, but the tears were coming fast.
"Eek!" A fist hit him hard, swinging the bag he was in back and forth. Pain bloomed where it had hit.
"Shaddup, brat." A rough voice told him, a hand closing around his head and squeezing. "I don't want to hear none of you, got that?"
When he let go, the child curled up even more, wrapping himself in his tiny arms. Everything hurt now and he just wanted to get back to his family now.
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He squeaked when his bag got tossed onto the ground. The demon spoke with someone else, but he could not understand what they were saying. Sniffling lightly, he reached for where it was tied shut, trying to open it from the inside.
Even as the discussion grew more heated, he managed to push the rope closing the bag up until it fell to the ground and he could open it. He immediately wished he had not.
Looking up, he came face to face with a horrible demon with armored hands and big horns. His wings were mere stubs wrapped with bandages.
"Oh my." Before the child could retreat, the demon had grabbed him and lifted him to eye-height. "Yes, this is most interesting. Very well, consider the deal struck." A lecherous grin formed on his face. "I would certainly know a few demon-lords who'd pay handsomely for a little angel."
"I is nuh angel!" The child screamed, trying to free himself from the hand around his neck.
"But you are close enough." The demon grinned. "Once I prepared you a bit, that is."