Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/Abaddon
Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery
Chapter:28
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me
Author's Note: What do you guys think of having Zeruch get a Love-interest later on? (warning: it won't be Naya'il)
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Zeruch was ecstatic when they told him that they'd be his parents forever now.
Abaddon was less so when the boy promptly also asked whether they would marry, having made the connection between 'parents' and 'married' through his many visits to Naya'il.
All in all, he had settled in quite nicely in Heaven, only rarely longing for his home in the Nephilim camp. Though he missed his siblings plenty... Sometimes, he'd leave his bed and head for Azrael's, needing the feel of another body beside him to fall asleep.
"That time again?" Azrael stood in his door-opening, looking down upon his son. "C'mon."
Holding Avis, Zeruch slipped inside, clambering onto the adult's bed. "Sowwy."
"It's no bother." Azrael followed him, pulling the small form close. "What brought this on?"
In answer, his son's face just disappeared in his chest. "Just... reasons..."
"Alright." The scholar tucked them both back into the blankets. "You'll tell me if it's anything important?" He smiled when Zeruch nodded obediently. "Goodnight then."
Truthfully, the boy's thought had started wandering when Abaddon had said farewell to go on a campaign against the demons, until they had landed with his second brother and the reminder that Stwife was dead because of said demons.
"Az?" He peeked up at the elder angel. "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course." The mystic looked down at him.
"What happens to Nephilim when they dies?" He whispered shyly, hiding behind Avis.
"Oh." Azrael thought briefly. "I assume the same as with angels... Their soul gets reborn in a new body."
"Oh... when woulds that happen?" Zeruch's face was half-hidden behind Avis as he regarded his father.
"That depends... usually within a year." Smiling gently, he pushed the plushy away to look at the child's face. "So someone might have your brother as a baby right now."
"Really?" Big blue eyes shone at that.
"Yes." Azrael could assure him. "Though I am afraid he'll probably not remember you anymore."
"Oh..." The child deflated at that. "So... so he wouldn'ts remember... how... how..."
"He doesn't remember that either." The scholar rubbed his head gently.
"Oh." The small form burrowed into his chest. Soon, he felt it shake and then he heard sobs.
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A few months later, Zeruch got up from his bed with a yawn. Still a bit drowsy and his wings all fluffed up, the young Nephilim walked downstairs for breakfast.
"Well, good morning to you too." Azrael greeted his son when the younger male joined him and Abaddon for breakfast. The General had staid over that night again.
"Morning daddy, Morning uncle", yawned Zeruch while climbing on his chair at the table.
"Good morning, Zeruch," Abaddon greeted back. He grinned a bit mischievously at the young sleepy child. "Aren't you excited?"
Still not fully awake, Zeruch's only response was a loopy "Huh?"
"It's been a year since you came here." Azrael reminded the sleepy boy. "Not to mention, people are already asking when your birthday is. Abaddon and I thought it might be a good idea to think of one, since sadly you will have to stay here for the foreseeable future."
"Oh...OH! Birthday is like how my kind tells you that you survived another couple of years? Is that the one you explained me about, daddy?" Zeruch was now wide awake and bouncing in his chair. "Does that mean I get cake?"
"That one, yes." Azrael chuckled lightly at how cake seemed to wake the boy right up. "I take it you like the idea of having that?" Getting up from his seat he walked around the table to hug the child. "Happy Birthday, my son. I am sure Damiana will make you a glorious cake."
Blinking at Zeruch's description of birthdays, Abaddon also stood up to congratulate the young boy. "Happy Birthday, little warrior-to-be. "
"Thank you daddy and uncle!", Zeruch cried out, giving each of them a big one hug. "What are we going to do today?" His blue eyes glowed brightly in happiness.
Lightly slapping his lover over the head, Azrael sat back down in his chair. "What do you want to do?" He smiled lightly. "It is your special day after all." Very conveniently, he had chosen a weekend to have the child's first birthday.
"Can we visit the Ortho-pen? I want to watch them." Zeruch asked somewhat shyly, knowing that the Mystic wasn't really fond of the giant angelic beasts.
Azrael pretended he had to think about that a bit. "Oh well, I suppose we might as well." He said with a teasing grin. "After breakfast though."
Throwing his hands in the air and cheering out loud, Zeruch jumped from his chair and dashed towards the door. Abaddon, however, scooped him, up with ease before he could reach the exit. "Whoa, not yet young man. Breakfast first, Ortho's later." The General reminded the excited boy while holding him up.
Azrael chuckled at the sad face the child made. "C'mon, the Ortho's will still be there."
"... Kay." Zeruch replied while Abaddon put him back to his chair. The next few minutes and a breakfast later, Zeruch waited impatiently for the grown-ups to finish up. His fluffy wings twitched in excitement at the thought to visiting the pens. Maybe uncle let him ride one of the Ortho's this time?
The scholar chuckled a bit at the eager face of the boy. "Well, who volunteers for dishes?" He teased his son, looking at the mess they had left on the table.
"Daaa~aad! Please? Can we do it later? Please?" Wide blue eyes stared at his father, begging him for them to head out, not even realizing that normally the scholar's servants did that instead.
Azrael laughed at the puppy-dog eyes looking up at him. "I was merely teasing. Though it might be prudent for you to dress." He pointed at the sleeping-robe the boy still wore.