Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/Abaddon
Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery
Chapter: 16
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me
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"YAY" Zeruch was once again pushing the boundaries of what could be called 'safe', scaling the wall of the mystic's home. He was already half-way up...
Chased outside by Azrael for disturbing his research into re-growing wings, Abaddon looked up when he heard a youthful cheer above him. The moment he saw the boy scaling the walls, his pale eyes widened. "By The Creator! Zeruch! What are you doing!?"
"Climbing!" The boy called down, tongue sticking out between his lips as he looked for his next handhold. Frowning a bit, he started to stretch for a certain carving on the otherwise more or less smooth walls.
"Get down there in this instant! " Azrael would skin him alive if he found out. Not removing his intent gaze from the scholar's ward, he frowned in worry. "Wait; don't come down! I'll get you!" What was the child thinking!?
"But I wants to get to the top!" So much for the boy fearing heights like he had in the beginning when he had been in the City. Stretching to his limit, he managed to close his fingers around the chosen hand-hold... only to have his foot furthest from it slip.
Seeing the horrific development, the General yelled out a "Hang on!" while spreading out his broad white wings. "Don't let go!"
Zeruch tried to obey, but the sudden shift of weight was too much for his hands and he slipped completely free, falling down to the ground. "Meep!" He squeaked when he hit Abaddon's hands halfway to the ground. Rolling a bit down the armoured arms, he ended up upside down and held tightly against the warrior's chest. As the adrenaline wore off, he started giggling and squirming. "Again!"
Looking up at the sky, wondering if the Creator send this child to torture him, the General rolled his eyes in exasperation. "You have even less self preservation than an angry Nephilim."
Zeruch giggled, not even noticing the comparison while trying to get upright again. That didn't work so well since his belt – and thus, his tunic – got stuck against Abaddon's arms and both were being pushed up his back.
With an easy swoop, Abaddon landed back safely on the ground while the child was struggling to get upright. Trying to free the boy, he tutted: "Hold still! Your belt is stuck on my-" He froze at seeing a large portion of the child's back; which was smooth and unmarred, no scar tissues in sight. But how?
With a child's obliviousness, Zeruch kept squirming, getting increasingly annoyed at the upside-down-view of the world he was having. "Puts me down!" He demanded, trying to pull himself free.
With a jerk, Abaddon basically dropped the child on the ground by snapping the belt, though luckily for said child, he wasn't high above the grass floor. Taking a few steps away from the angelic boy, no the impostor, the alerted warrior stared at it. What is he?! Where did Azrael found it?! His mind working through the different possibilities of races this thing could be.
Zeruch squeaked in pain when he fell. Rubbing his head, he glared at the belt he believed to be responsible for the now appearing sore bump. "Stupid belt."
It was clearly not a demon or Maker. Then what... Pale eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. "Nephilim spawn." he breathed. It must be: why else would the scholar enquire a few times about them and it would also explain a few things about this... spawn's behaviour! Lips curled back in distaste.
Still rubbing his head, the young Nephilim turned to the warrior beside him. Big blue eyes looked up at the General, as he pointed at the belt. "Stupid belt broke..." Tears shimmered in his bright eyes.
"Really now? You wouldn't need to worry about it anymore." The tall warrior answered coolly. Gritting his teeth, the General steeled himself: he must destroy all taints from the First Kingdom. That was his duty. Even if said taints were looking at him with big blue eyes.
Not understanding, Zeruch kept rubbing his head. "But it hurtsed!" His voice fell when he looked at the belt. "Az is gones be mad that I brokes it, won't he?" Somehow, when he looked at Abaddon again the eyes were even bigger.
Seeing the big blue glassy eyes looking at him, the Leader of the Hellguard felt his resolve waver. No! He must do it! Mentally summoning his blade, he told the child: "Don't worry about it. I will deal with Azrael about that."