Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/Abaddon
Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery
Chapter: 7
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Three outfits, one set of boots and a nightrobe later the angel and his Nephilim-ward returned to his home. The Archangel had called down a scholar they had seen overhead, ordering the younger male to send missives to all outposts.
"I still duns understand why I needs this many..." Zeruch looked at the bag levitating after the angel.
"Appearances." Azrael assured him, opening the door to let the child enter first. "Who knows how long you have to stay here."
"But... three pair of clothes isses for months!" The boy's eyes grew big and dewy. "You thinks I is stays for months!?"
"Of course not." The angel quickly soothed the child. "But angels wear a different outfit each day."
"Really?" The white-haired child squeeked softly.
"Really." Waving over one of his servants, Azrael handed the clothes to the young female. "Come, do you like drawing?"
Following the elder male, Zeruch softly asked. "Whazzat?"
Azrael looked down at him in answer. Well, what had he expected? Nephilim didn't even name their children, so it should not come as a surprise that they did not entertain them either. "I'll show you."
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He looked up briefly from his writings. Zeruch was sitting quietly a corner of the scholar's home-office, working feverishly on a drawing in front of him. It had only taken the boy a short while to figure out the mechanics of 'drawing'. Most of them. Azrael had to resist a chuckle at the veritable kaleidoscope of colors that not only covered the drawing – as they should – but also the boy – as they should not. "How is it going?"
"Nearly done." Well, he had heard that three times already. He wasn't even sure if the boy was really listening to him.
Halfway through the next chapter, Azrael felt something pull on his robes.
Shyly, Zeruch held up a drawing. "Draw siblings."
"Oh?" Azrael took it gently, spreading it out on his desk before lifting up the boy to sit on his lap. "So who is who?"
There were four stick-figures and a big brown square on the picture.
"Thas Big Bro…" Zeruch pointed at a blue figure which seemed to hold a grey L-shape and had vibrant orange eyes and pitch-black hair. "Thas Sis…" A light orange figure with yellow eyes and purple hair, wielding what seemed a long pink line winding through the rest of the picture. "That… Stwife." The figure was dark-grey with some black strewn in, also with yellow eyes. Most disturbingly though, a sea of red surrounding him.
"That was… your brother that…?" Azrael did not need to wait for an answer, big tears forming in the boy's eyes.
For the next hour, Azrael was consoling the child. When Zeruch had calmed down some again, the angel took him for a bath – "again?" – and dressed him in some of the clothes they had bought.
"I looks weird." The Archangel stood in front of a mirror with the freshly-dressed child. Zeruch looked at the image with big blue eyes, fidgeting in the red outfit.
"You look just like an angelic child now." The mystic patted his head comfortingly. "Red suits you though."
The child pulled at the silken fabric. "Feels weird."
"I can imagine." Azrael chuckled gently, shepherding him out of the room. "Don't worry, if all goes well you don't need to get used to it."
"You sends letter?" The blue-eyed boy followed the angel down the stairs to the eating-room.
"Yup." The scholar looked up when hearing a door open. "Abaddon, stop just walking into my home."
The general merely chuckled, closing the door behind him. "It's not the first time I do it."
"Not the first time I tell you to not do it either." The smaller male frowned. "I know you are my friend, but leave me my privacy!"
"I could say something now." Abaddon flatly looked at him. He grinned a bit at the giggle coming from the height of Azrael's thigh. "Hello Zeruch."
"Hi…" One hand was still firmly clutching his warden's robes, but the other waved shyly at the taller angel.