Category: Darksiders I & II

Rating: M

Couples: Azrael/Abaddon

Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery

Chapter:23

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

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Two hours later, the little party was in full swing. Azrael was sitting on his favourite armchair, still regaining his energy. Zeruch was bouncing around the room, showing off his wings to anyone who would look. Which was everyone that had been invited.

"He's so happy." Abaddon delivered a piece of cake to the scholar.

"Well, he did get wings..." Azrael chuckled lightly.

"And a father." The General sat down on the armrest, curling his wing around the other angel.

"And that." The mystic smiled gently as Zeruch ran over to him. "Like them so far?"

Big blue eyes beamed up at him as the child clambered onto his lap, nearly face-planting into the scholar's chest because of the shift in weight. "Loves them!" He slung his short arms around the scholar again. "Thank you..."

"You're welcome." The angel patted his head.

"More cake!" Suddenly his lap was empty again, Zeruch having rushed over to the cook arriving.

"He's going to be too round to fly at this rate." Nathaniel came over to them.

"He can burn the calories easily." Abaddon dryly stated. Only to get whacked by Azrael's hand. "Sheesh! You're bloody aggressive!"

"Stop trying to enrol him early."

"I wasn't even trying that this time!"

"You were thinking about it though."

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"Easy there." The scholar ruffled the child's hair. "You'll hurt yourself at this rate." He had told the boy a week ago to start training his wing-muscles, which meant that nowadays the best way to find him was by following the rushing winds.

"But I wanna fly!" Zeruch whined, obediently slowing his white appendages down.

"And you will." The elder angel assured him, rearranging the papers on his desk. "No need to rush things." A big, blue-eyed pout looked up at him. "Alright, alright... when Abaddon comes here, how about we see how strong your wings have gotten. How does that sound?" He was rewarded with a wide grin. "Now, have you finished your other lessons?"

"No...?" His son slumped a bit.

"Go finish that first." Azrael nudged him to the office exit. "Once you can fly, you have to go to school and there's no way you can just abandon that halfway."

"Booo..." The young Nephilim trudged out of the room.

The older man chuckled softly, turning his attention to his own work again.

An hour later, a door opened a few floors down. Not a moment later, Zeruch rushed downstairs. "He probably was staring out of the window..." The First Mystic grinned lightly as he got up to follow the youngster. "Hello Abaddon."

"Hello." The General was holding Zeruch on his hip. "I heard something about lessons?"

"The ones he abandoned to follow the other ones?" Azrael reached out, briefly patting his son's head. "Did you finish them?"

"Yes." Zeruch slumped. "Cans we now fly? Please..."

"Oh, alright." The scholar chuckled. "Once Abaddon puts on some clothes."

"I am dressed." Abaddon put the boy down.

"And how will Zeruch feel when he crashes into you?" The slender male tapped the solid armour. "Go on, you have some spare clothes still here, if I remember correctly."

"Why do I need to catch him?" Slumping in a way reminiscent of what the child had done just a short while ago, the warrior moved up the stairs. Upon returning downstairs in a set of pants and a tunic, he muttered. "I feel naked."

"Shush." Azrael smirked when Zeruch giggled at the look of discomfort on the elder angel's face. "You'll fuse to that armour at some point if no one stops you."

"I do take it off, you know..." Frowning, Abaddon tried to glare at the giggling form between them. It only increased the giggling... and added a very irritating smirk on the face of his fellow Elder Angel. "Oh, let's just get to the damn lessons, okay?"

"Certainly." Azrael herded his son out of the building. "It suits you though."

"I am naked." The General muttered darkly, resisting the urge to wrap his wings around his body. "I am perfectly capable of catching him in armour."

Zeruch flatly looked up. "It hurtses."

"See?" The scholar smiled lightly. "Come on. I'll even let you go first."

"Warrior-way?"

"Scholar-way."

"Eh?"

"Long story."