Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/Abaddon
Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery
Chapter: 15
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me
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"What, pray tell, are you two arguing about again?" A voice came from behind them. Azrael joined the two warriors in his living-room, looking outside to his ward. "Every time I see you it's the same story."
"Nathaniel has gotten into the habit of being silly." Abaddon darkly muttered, glaring at his inferior.
"Good Heavens, no." The bald angel chuckled lightly in response. "I am merely pointing out to Lord Abaddon that the entire City can see that you two should marry..."
"That... what...?" The face Azrael made could only be described as horrified disbelief. "Why would anyone think that!?"
"Because they are insane." His accused-husband-to-be snarled lightly. "Honestly, you have sex with a friend a couple times and immediately everyone expects you to marry."
"I think it was a couple more times than 'a couple times'." The other warrior countered dryly. "How long are you on this 'friends with benefits'-thing now?"
"I see where you are coming from." The scholar looked at the General beside him.
"Just wait until people find out that the arrangement with Zeruch with you two is going to be permanent."
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"How was it?" Azrael looked down at Zeruch beside him as they waved farewell to the two warriors and Nathaniel's daughter Naya'il. "She was nice after all... Considering how much fun you had."
The little boy nodded with a wide grin, only to have it fall in after a bit. "I wants to fly."
"Mmmh?" Leading the child inside, Azrael headed for the living-room. "How come?"
"Well... she... she was just everywhere." Zeruch clambered onto the couch. "And.. and she hads so much fun!" Though there had also been the fact that the fluttery girl had on quite come occasions flown up high, only to remember he could not follow her. She had tried to remember, but angelic kids were just like bouncing balls on a perpetual sugar-high. He had felt so sad that he had made her stick to ground just to be able to play with him. Like plucking the feathers of a bird's wings like some of the other Nephilim-kids used to do back at camp.
"Well, I might be able to find a spell for that." Azrael looked thoughtfully into the distance. "Granted, I am not certain it will work on a Nephilim."
"You coulds?" The blue-eyed child looked up with a huge beam. "So I coulds fly?"
"If I can get it to work." The scholar nodded lightly. "But then again, if I cannot get it to work, no one can." Looking down at his excited ward, he smiled gently. "It will take some time though. Can you wait that long?"
Zeruch eagerly nodded. Only to hop off the couch when they heard someone knock at the front-door. "Az is gonna make me fly!"
"Is that so?" Abaddon's voice carried back into the room, shortly followed by the General himself as he hoisted Zeruch onto his hip. "Well, if anyone can give you back your wings, it's him, that is for certain."
The scholar inclined his head lightly with a small smirk. "I suppose I should thank you for the compliment."
"Common sense, more like." Sitting down on the chair that was all but his, the warrior plopped the child on his lap. "Only a fool would belittle your mystical acumen."
"Well, small mercies you are only warmongering then and not a fool." The smirk widened a touch as Zeruch snickered softly.
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"I thought we weaned him of sleeping with us?" Abaddon looked down on the curled up form on his lap. As the two grown-ups had talked, the little boy had increasingly leaned to the side until he had actually fallen over, deeply asleep.
"Well, it was an exciting day." Azrael put the book down, pushing the parchment he had been writing on to the side to transport the sleeping ball to bed. "I'll be right back." He gently cradled the boy to his chest while disappearing in the hallway.
Zeruch squirmed a bit closer to the source of warmth beside him face, mumbling something.
Azrael had to admit he was a touch... happy that the Nephilim had disappeared so completely. He had come to cherish the child, even with the danger it still posed to itself and him. If anyone were to see the scar-less back, there would be serious trouble. After all, no angel in the history of Heaven had ever had No wings and no one would buy 'the demons used magic to remove them'. Sighing, the scholar almost expertly switched the dark-green outfit – now that had been a miss-buy if he had ever seen one, green absolutely did not suit the boy – with a fluffy sleeping-robe.
Tucking Avis under one arm, he carefully covered the little Nephilim with the warm blankets since Heaven cooled down fast after the light of day had faded.
"He's tucked away." Azrael announced when he returned to Abaddon's side, sitting back down in his 'nightmare of paperwork' as the General had called it. "It is late already."
"So it is..." The warrior looked up from the book he had been perusing himself. "Is that an invitation?"
"It's been months since you stayed on account of..." Azrael briefly gestured to the bedroom of his ward. "Normally, you are the one who starts complaining after half a year."
"This time there is a good reason though." The Leader of the Hellguard smirked a bit. "Though yes, I do quite miss our times together... even if the darned rest of Heaven wants us to marry over them." He added with a frown.