Category: Darksiders I & II

Rating: T

Couples: Azrael/Abaddon, Zeruch(War)/OC

Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery

Chapter: 44

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

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"Well, I suppose it's better this happens now than after we got married." Gabriel whispered tersely. "I think Heaven would explode if I lost another husband."

"And you'd be heartbroken." He stepped behind her, and with a boldness he rarely possessed wrapped her in his arms. She shifted her wings, but didn't answer. "I would not dare die on you, Gabriel. Not after everything that happened."

"You can't say that." Her hands clung to his arms. "Don't you think my other husbands said the same at some point?" She took several shuddering breaths. "You can't say that…"

He would have wrapped her in his wings if he could, instead he tightened his arms around her. "I am saying that. And I'd swear it as well." He snorted lightly. "Do you really think I'd risk someone else getting you after all the trouble I had?"

She snorted as well now, even though it was weak. "Think you got some time for cuddling still?"

"I'll make some." Still bold, he pulled her to the luxurious couch in her living-room.

"I just hope Abaddon will forgive me." She followed, allowing him to place her on the expensive leather. She leaned into him, humming in content when he encased her in one of his wings. "I like this."

"We'll do it every evening once we're married, how's that?" He rested his head on hers, watching as she shifted to snuggle into him more.

"Sound lovely." She reached up, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek which caused him to flush red. The female angel giggled at that. "But you'll have to learn how to deal with that."

"I'll try." He ducked his head, which did hardly anything to make him seem smaller, yerking up when someone knocked on the door.

"Zeruch, we have to leave." Abaddon's voice carried inside.

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In the commander's tent, Abaddon and most of his high officers were gathered around the projected map of Eden. "So if we attack from this point, We can... What is it?" The General looked annoyed at a lieutenant hurrying into the tent.

Looking frantic, the angel muttered: "My Lord; the Charred Council just sent..."

"Us to assist you with your Battle." A grey hand pushed the angelic soldier out of the way.

"Or in other words, the rest of the party." A black-armoured male entered, two guns on his hips. "Real rude not to wait for us with the planning."

The purple-haired female followed after him, sauntering over the table to look at the map.

"What are you doing here?!" The General stared affronted at the three Nephilim walking around the tent. "The Charred Council never informed us of this!"

"The Council believed it very important that Absalom and his ilk must not succeed", Death's red-orange eyes bore into Abaddon's pale ones. "And of all Creation, we have the most knowledge to deal with them."

"Besides, it's rather obvious, little bird." Fury pointed out, poking him with her nail. "Protecting Balance is literally our job-description."

The black-armoured male leaned on the table. "So what were you planning?"

Grinding his teeth at the thought of the bloodhounds of the Council sniffing about his business, Abaddon had no choice but to relay his plans to them. Only a fool would challenge the Creator chosen Council in these dire time. After a few minutes, Death interrupted him however. "No need to drive them away of the realm."

"What?"

"They won't stop just after one defeat, trust us." Fury threw a quick glance at the third Horseman when she said that. "They are to die on the field tomorrow, down to the last."

Abaddon blinked at this. "You want to kill them all? Aren't they your people?!"

"We are here to protect the Balance and they are a threat." The Masked Horsemen thumbed his scythe. "Thus we must eradicate everyone of the Nephilim race who are not bound to the Charred Council."

"Slaughter being fun and all that." The black-armoured male hoisted himself up on the table. "Just make sure you don't walk in front of us, and we can all be chill." He grinned as frost appeared on the table.

A shiver ran down Abaddon's spine.