Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: T
Couples: Azrael/Abaddon, Zeruch(War)/OC
Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery
Chapter: 40
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Hesitantly, Zeruch accepted her offer of a courtship. She had to return to the White City shortly after that, though inviting him over for a dinner two weeks hence. The next day, he travelled to the White City himself, rushing to the home of his parents. Despite him having moved out, Abaddon and Azrael stayed together out of convenience. At that moment in time, only Abaddon was actually home, which was a rarity.
"Well, hello there." He smiled warmly at his son, though that soon turned to a grimace when hearing Orth loudly announce her return to the garden outside. "What brings you here? I thought you didn't have a free day until next month?"
"It'll only be a few hours." Zeruch assured him. "But I needed to talk to one of you."
"Then you might want to wait until Azrael gets back." The General joked, gesturing to the couch in the corner of his office. "Whatever is the matter?"
"Gabriel asked for a courtship." The younger male whispered, falling down on the piece of furniture.
His uncle resisted the urge to bemoan the loss of his child to the scholarly female, knowing that this was more serious. "Isn't this what you wanted for... quite a while? I believe Azrael mentioned something of letters being sent for years?" He headed for a cabinet discretely set in the corner of the room, pulling some wine from it.
"Well... yes." The Nephilim accepted the glass he was offered. "But there was a reason that I send them un-signed. We can never be together!"
"Nonsense." Abaddon sat down beside his child. "Rank-wise you two are ideal. No doubt she told you that as well when offering the courtship."
"Rank-wise, perhaps..." Blue eyes looked up in despair at the other. "But what about Race-wise!? I am a Nephilim! I... I can't..." He buried his face in one hand, still holding his glass. "I... I would defile her."
Heaven's greatest General could only flinch at that. "Zeruch..."
"You and Dad might say that the place of my 'birth' does not matter, but it does." The outpost-commander rambled. "Completely aside from the fact that she deserves far better than some half-demon, what if we ever lay together!? There is a good chance our children will be wingless. I'll be revealed to the entirety of Heaven and Creation. You'll be revealed. They'll kill me, they..."
That was about the point where his parent interfered. Azrael might by far have been the better person for this talk, but Abaddon would not let his child belittle himself in such a way. "They will do no such thing. They would not dare. I cannot say anything about the wings of your children – for all we know Azrael changed you down to the genetic level – but you are our child, Zeruch and you'll remain that for the rest of eternity. As such, your race literally does not matter."
"Perhaps by law." The younger male all but spat. "Just as by law, my history before being adopted should not have mattered to people either. Raciel and Hadrimon should not have even considered starting anything together..."
"Raciel and Hadrimon were fools." Abaddon pointed out sharply. "Your race does not matter, my son." It was a term he rarely used to address the young male, but he felt like 'Zeruch' would not cut it this time around. "You are the text-book example of an angel. Any who would judge you on your race are fools."
"Enough fools can still cause plenty of trouble." Refusing to meet the fierce gaze of his caretaker, the words were barely muttered. "How would the Throne react to you and Azrael bringing a Nephilim into the city? You said yourself that the Charred Council has reason to believe that they will head for Eden soon."
"Considering the Throne is the uncle of your father, I don't think he'll cause nearly as much trouble as you'd think." Abaddon snorted. "Take this gift of Gabriel's courtship – Creator knows she does it rarely, despite being married thrice already – and face trouble when it arises. There is neither need nor use in creating it. For all we know, you'll see sense and the courtship falls flat."
Zeruch snorted at that."I don't think that'll happen."
Abaddon sighed theatrically. "Well, then face the consequences of you being Nephilim should they arise."