Category: Darksiders I & II

Rating: M

Couples: Azrael/Abaddon

Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery

Chapter: 9

Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me

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Nomming happily on his cookie, Zeruch didn't immediately notice the sad look of the Archangel. He felt proud of himself that he managed to help the cook to bake cookies. To make it even better they were very tasty!

Sighing softly at his bad luck, Azrael rose from his seat as he finished his cookie - which was surprisingly good. "Abaddon, if you will excuse me for a moment, my young guest ought to go to bed now." He offered his hand to the boy sitting in front of the couch.

"Aww, really?" The child looked up, silently begging to be allowed to stay up a little more, while reaching out to grab the offered hand.

"Yes, really." The rune-winged angel headed for the door. "It is quite late." He smiled briefly at the General before heading up the stairs in his house for one of his guestrooms.

Following the angel, Zeruch protested: "But I is not *yawn* tireds." After that yawn, the boy began to rub his eyes with his free hand.

"Of course you are not..." The elder male chuckled softly, opening the door to a freshly prepared bedroom. The sleeping-robe they had purchased earlier was waiting neatly folded on the bed.

Letting the angel dress him in the sleeping-robe, Zeruch tried once more. "But I wanna stays up..." He felt somewhat intimidated by the largeness of the room: a large bed that was filled many soft pillows and sheets dominated the room. He was sure he would get lost in them. Last night he had been too exhausted to worry about it and he had also slept in the Archangel's bedroom with the presence of the angel.

"You're yawning already." Azrael pointed out, lifting him onto the bed. "Try to get some sleep. If you really can't sleep here, come to me and you can sleep in my bed again." He tucked the boy into the pillows and blankets. Briefly hesitating, he in the end leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to the frowny forehead. "Goodnight."

"Night." Zeruch whispered back. Once the angel left, he tried without success to fall asleep. Everything was too strange and he wasn't used to sleeping in a bed. At the camp, he also never slept alone. He missed the shared warmth of his siblings and comforting sounds of their breathing. His eyes began to fill up tears. He wanted to go back home, to his family!

Sniffling, he rolled onto his side to look outside the window. There was just too much space! He pulled one of the pillows close, but it was just not the same to having someone else in bed with him.

After what felt like hours, but actually had only been a few minutes, he heard the adults whispering while they walked past his closed door. With another sniff, he wiped his eyes dry.

The moment the young Nephilim couldn't hear them anymore, he decided to look for them. He couldn't stand to be alone anymore in this far too big of a room and bed and everything... Once he arrived at the door he remembered to be the angel's bedroom, he knocked shyly on it. Azrael did say he could visit him. He heard soft talking before someone walked over.

"Yes?" Azrael opened the door, having already dressed down to a pair of leggings and a long tunic.

"Can... Can I stays with you? Room too big." Zeruch fidgeted at the door, feeling insecure asking about it. "I…"

"Of course." The angel opened the door wider, throwing a glance over his shoulder at the bed. "Do you require assistance?"

Zeruch peered inside the room and blinked at the warrior sitting up. "Oh, you stays in Azrael's room too!" More confident now since he wasn't the only one sleeping at Azrael's, he headed inside to sit beside Abaddon. "Is your room too big too?" He asked the tall warrior innocently.

"Well..."

"It's more nice to sleep with mores than alones." Zeruch babbled while leaning against the warrior.

Abaddon replied with a sigh. "That is true, young one." Reaching up to remove the rest of his armour, he threw a glance at the scholar. "Could you lend me a hand, Azrael?"

"Certainly." The scholar closed the door again and moved over to help the warrior divest his armour. He had to suppress a chuckle at the way the boy had innocently hit the nail square on the head.

Once both adults were lying in bed, Zeruch snuggled happy as a kitten between them. He barely managed to say goodnight before he was off to dreamland.

"He is very adorable, isn't he?" Abaddon remarked while giving the boy a last rub on the head. "Shame he had to experience so much in his short life."

"Indeed." Azrael reached to wrap his arms around the little boy. "So... Is your room too big too?" He chuckled lightly as he shifted his wings into a more comfortable position behind him.

Joining Azrael in chuckling softly, Abaddon replied mirthfully. "Not exactly but it is nice to have company while going to sleep."

The scholar quieted down so as to not disturb the boy sleeping between them. "Well, good night then, old friend."

"Goodnight, old friend."