Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/Abaddon
Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery
Chapter: 2
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me
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"Strife! Child!" They had repelled the demons that had attacked them, but neither of his brothers had returned yet. Death instinctively knew that something was horribly wrong and so he had ordered several younger Nephilim to scan the surrounding lands, ostensibly to find anyone. He himself was leading them, running without pause as he scanned the area for his two siblings. Where were they?
A short distance away he saw the deep-purple hair of his sister, the slender female bouncing from boulder to boulder.
Something was nagging at the edge of his mind. Slowing down, he moved between some boulders after having given Fury a short beckon to follow him. He smelled blood.
Rounding a particularly massive boulder, his eyes widened. "No…" Passing in front of them was a trail of bloody footprints. Even as he struggled to recover enough to move again, his sister had rushed forward heading in the opposite direction from where the prints themselves were heading.
"STRIFE!" When the Firstborn reached her, she had already fallen to her knees beside the second brother. Of the youngest, there was no trace.
Unable to look at the eldest of those he had raised, Death agonizingly slowly bend to pick up something he spotted when moving closer. The bunny he had given the child…
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The little child whimpered in the corner of his cage. It was dark and cold. He just want to go back home to his brothers and sister, he even missed Stwife's teasing. Shivering he stared fearfully between the bars at the floating merchant grinning down at him.
"Yesss, I know some demonlords who would pay a hefty price for you." The demon hissed while poking the weeping child, who had long lost the battle to keep the tears at bay. "Need to clean you up though. Must look your best."
"Vulgrim." Someone called out as they entered. The male's silhouette looked decidedly un-demonic, dressed in dark-grey robes and a voluminous cape covering his back and head. "Did you find what I requested?"
The merchant looked up at what seemed to be his name and floated to the visitor. "Archangel Azrael, oh yes, I do have your scroll. Come, come follow me." Rubbing his hands, he led his client into the back of his store. "Do you have the payment?"
"Certainly." The voice was filled with quite some distaste, but its' owner still revealed a small bag he had seemingly carried in his sleeves. "I do hope you will not try to trick me though, I would be most displeased."
"I wouldn't dare to displease my dear customers, Azrael." Vulgrim answered in a silky voice, picking up the scroll. "Here it is." His claw already reached out towards the bag in greed. After all, he always was paid well for his silence as well. After the other had checked the contents of the scroll, the bag exchanged hands. Oh yes, paid well indeed.
The blue-eyed boy couldn't help but to sniffle at that moment. His eyes widened when it became apparent that the customer had heard him and was now coming over. Cringing into a even smaller ball, he stared in fear at the tall male. His siblings always told him to stay away from others; they were very dangerous and would harm him if they caught him. It was even worse that he could not see the face.
"I will be taking the child as well, Vulgrim." The visitor reached down to open the cage and pull the child onto his arm. Whimpering, the child tried to free himself from the grip, but despite the slender arms he felt underneath the robes, he could not free himself. He just wanted be to back home, back to the tent with his siblings!
"Well, because you are great customer, it will be 55000 souls." Greed gleamed in the demon merchant's eyes. Only to be replaced by something akin to fear when fire erupted from his customer. White flames roared upwards, consuming the cloak in moments.
"I offer you one soul, Vulgrim." The male half-turned. "Your own." Glorious white wings burst open in a rain of sparks, heat surrounding him and the child he held secure against his chest. The child's eyes widened at the burst of fire, too scared to even struggle himself free. That was an angel!?
"I am leaving." The angel turned to the door, walking even as tongues of fire fell of his wings to sizzle out on the ground. The merchant made no move to stop him.
"Please, lets me go." The little boy begged in a soft whisper. He tried once again to get free from the winged man's grip. Where were his siblings?
"And you think you can get home if I did?" The tall angel softly asked as the fire faded and they stepped outside into the infernal landscape of Hell. His face filled with pity when seeing the eyes of the child widen in horror at the sight.
"Where are we?! Where is camp?" Crying in earnest, the child stopped trying to get free. "Where is big brother, brother and sister?"
"You were taken to Hell, child." The winged male gently caressed his tangled locks as he took to the sky. "I fear I cannot tell you where your family is."
Feeling the strange sensation of flight, the boy grabbed the robe of the man and pressed his face in it to muffle his cries.