Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/Abaddon
Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery
Chapter:30
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Filling the plate with different kinds of food – and looking every time at Azrael for permission if the amount had his approval – Zeruch headed to a small table to sit down. He bounced impatiently on his chair until his father joined him.
"You and your food." Azrael rolled his eyes fondly as he sat down beside his son. "You can start, if you wish."
With a small cheer, the child started to dig in. His whole world narrowed down to him finishing off his plate with food. The scholar chuckled lightly, starting on his own food.
"I was not aware the food was that good around here..." A female voice laughed softly. "Mind if I join you?"
The child was so busy, he hadn't even noticed there was another guest at the table.
"He really likes food in general." Azrael pulled back a chair to let the female sit down beside him. "Zeruch, can you stop eating for a few seconds to say hello at least?"
"Aaawww, I wouldn't want the poor child to starve on my account." The other angel sat down on the offered chair, smiling warmly at the scene.
Stopping at his father's question and also hearing an unfamiliar voice, Zeruch looked up while swallowing the last bite. The moment he glanced at the female, he began to cough loudly.
"Zeruch..." Azrael spoke up after the boy had recovered a bit. "This is Gabriel, a good friend of myself and Abaddon. Gabriel, this is my son, Zeruch... You probably heard of him."
"The entire White City heard of him." Gabriel laughed softly. "Quite some hopes are placed on him bringing you and Abaddon together... finally." She smirked at the other scholar's frown.
"Hi." A tiny voice came from the boy, half hiding behind his food. He stared mesmerised at the female angel, even forgetting his food.
"Oh my, you're a bit shy, no?" She smiled warmly at him, the light of the glowing balls reflected in her jewellery. "He hasn't been around Abaddon long enough, I take it?"
"Out of necessity." Azrael dryly countered, reaching over to pat his son's head. "You know how Abaddon would raise him... A full-blown warrior at 10..."
"Uncle wants me become big and strong", Zeruch whispered. She was the prettiest angel he had ever seen! Even prettier than daddy's wings!
"That's indeed Abaddon." Gabriel chuckled. "Well, at the rate you eat, I have no doubt you'll manage that easily."
"That's what Uncle say", Zeruch turned towards Azrael. "Does it mean I can eat more?"
"Only if you want to become a round ball unable to fly." The male scholar countered, glaring lightly at his friend. "Please don't encourage him. He'll eat himself into a coma if I let him."
"A true warrior then." Now Gabriel laughed out loud now, her wings with golden highlights twitching at her back.
Shyly grinning at the female laughing, Zeruch in fascination at her wings. Before he could stop himself, he blurted out: "You have the prettiest wings of whole world!"
Both Azrael and Gabriel looked in surprise at him at the outburst."I do, do I?" Gabriel smiled gently. "My, how forward of you."
After realising he had said it loud out, he nearly shrank himself into a small ball. His roundish face was bright red in mortification and embarrassment.
"At least he has good taste." Gabriel grinned at Azrael.
"Certainly." Azrael's wing stretched out to enfold the small boy.
He used his father's wing to hide from the lady's view, his food untouched on the table.
"Maybe you'd like to see what the other kids are doing?" Azrael gestured to the fluttering forms up above them, easily able to tell how mortified his son had to be feeling.
At his father's suggestion, Zeruch dashed towards where he had last seen his peers. He however didn't join them with their play; staying at the outer parameter, he hid his head behind his hands. Never had he felt so embarrassed.
"I'll give him a few minutes." Azrael watched his son go. "Then I think I'll need to comfort him a bit."
"I have that effect on men, don't I?" Gabriel grinned in amusement.
"Then again, he seems to have recovered somewhat." Azrael looked up at the children flying above. The boy with bright blue eyes was among them. "Honestly, he's six, Gabriel. Keep your charms at bay."
She laughed again. "Come now, Azrael. You wound me. I do have standards for my men... one of which they be higher than my hips."
"Of course." The male angel snorted sharply, while watching his son play above him. "I wonder when he'll dare to come down for the rest of his food now."
"When he's tired himself out, I imagine." The female watched the boy chase one of the other kids, smiling faintly at his trouble to go fast enough. "Ah, the bane of robes..."
"Last I checked, you once crashed into the buffet when we were small." Azrael defended the child.
"My mother had made me wear insane amounts of jewellery."
"You wore a dress, not several layers of formal robes..."
"Shut up."