Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: T
Couples: Azrael/Abaddon, Zeruch(War)/OC
Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery
Chapter: 41
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me
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"You know that you can relax, right?" Gabriel smiled lightly at the man standing beside her couches. "Have a seat, Zeruch. No demon will suddenly storm in here just because we are having dinner together."
Trying to not to blush - he was an adult for Creator's sake - Zeruch took her invitation to sit down. "You have a wonderful home, my Lady." He clung to a package in his hands, but after a deep breath, he presented it to Gabriel. "For you, my Lady. A token of my affections."
"Thank you." She accepted it, gesturing for her maid to pour them drinks while opening it.
After thanking the maid for the drink, Zeruch waiting worriedly at Gabriel's reaction; he hoped he had made the correct decision to trust Naya'il to help him with choosing the gift.
She carefully lifted the necklace from its' resting-place. "My, this is lovely." Gabriel held it out to him. "Could you assist me with putting it on?"
"Gladly, my Lady." He helped her clasp the golden necklace around her graceful neck. The golden pendant with carved Angelic runes glistered in the light of the candles spending light in her room.
"Thank you." She briefly rested her hand on his when she adjusted the gold to rest properly around her neck. "You're suddenly off in a hurry with this, aren't you?"
His wings pressing tightly against his back. Zeruch wondered if he went too quickly by giving Gabriel a gift already. "I thought that... I..."
Gabriel chuckled. "My, you are truly lacking in self-confidence, aren't you? Do not fret so, Zeruch. I am quite happy with the speeds at which this is going. You'd know if I wasn't."
Letting out a sigh, Zeruch tried to relax more. "I have to admit: it's been awhile." Lightly shaking out his wings to release the tension, he continued: "But that's not too important. How was your day, my Lady? I heard from father that there were many meetings the last few days."
"Ah, that is more Azrael's domain, thank Creator." She chuckled again when hearing his wings shake. "Though yes, even I had to attend plenty of meetings. How is your outpost? Still with too much demons and paperwork?"
"There are few demon dare to attack the outpost nowadays. The paperwork, though." Zeruch sighed and shook his head. "I'm glad my second is very competent with assisting with those. Never understood how General Abaddon does it by himself."
"If I have to believe your father... poorly." She reached for his hand, tugging on it. "Come here, sit down again. Or are you so hungry you want dinner already?"
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While their son was having his first date with Gabriel, Azrael and Abaddon had to attend far loftier matters; a summons from the Charred Council had come, requesting their presence in the domain of Balance's Keepers.
There they met not only with the three flaming idols, but also the Dark Prince himself… and Samael as well. Abaddon's hand immediately went to the pommel of his sword, but he stopped himself just barely. Starting a fight in the domain of the Council had never been a good idea.
"We summoned you here to introduce you to some people." One of the heads stated, breaking the tense silence between the two factions in front of them.
"Why does that involve summoning us here?" Azrael asked, his wings switching. He kept his hands in his robes.
"To ensure you understand the weight of whom we introduce." Another head spoke up, fire and smoke pouring from its' orifices.
"You couldn't just send them over with a message?" The Dark Prince snarled in annoyance.
"No." The center head countered. "Meet our newest enforcers; we call them the Horsemen."
All four of them felt someone approach from behind. Two more people had arrived on the outcropping. Azrael's eyes narrowed at the sight of them. Both of them did not belong to either race present here.
"Nephilim?" Samael demanded. "And here I thought the Charred Council would not entrust the Balance to those threatening it the most."
"They have broken with their kin." One of the heads sharply countered. "They serve us now. And only us. They will be sufficiently empowered as well."
Abaddon resisted a snarl. "Lovely." He crossed his arms. "So with whom do we have the pleasure dealing with from now on?"
"I am Death, and this is my sister Fury." The male in front stated, a bone-mask hiding his face. The purple-haired female stayed silent, an electric whip hanging rolled up at her hip.
"They will ride Creation at our will. It is suggested you do not test them."