Category: Darksiders I & II

Rating: M

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

Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery

Chapter: 49

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

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"I can get up, honestly." On healer's orders, Abaddon was to stay in bed for at least a week. In fact, the healers had enchanted the bed to allow an angel to sleep on their back by a portal to let their wings hang in a proverbial pocket-dimension.

"I'd much rather not challenge our healers like that, old friend." Azrael was sitting on his bedside. "Besides, there are plenty of things you can do in here."

"I have paperwork to do." The General muttered darkly. "Letters to write."

"You do remember the existence of your Second, right?" The scholar chuckled. "Nathaniel is probably happy he finally has something to do. And, as stated before, you have things to do here as well."

"Fusing with the bed is not something I relish doing, Azrael." The warrior groaned lightly, leaning his head back and hiding his face in his hands. "I'll be going mad with boredom before the day is done, I swear."

Azrael chuckled at that, gripping one hand to pull it off. "Perhaps you should ask what I want to do this week before bemoaning it, dear one."

"What do you want to do then?" Sighing, Abaddon allowed his fellow parent to take his hand.

"Well, you need to be rewarded, General." The unwounded male got up, reaching for his robes. "For quite a few things, I might add."

"Oh?" The prone male's mouth-corner quirked up. "Such as?"

"Winning the battle." The outer-robes landed on the ground with a soft sound. "Coming back alive." The under-tunic landed on a chair. "Bringing our son back alive." One powerful flap moved the scholar onto the bed. "And a couple other things."

"I think I can live with having to do that this week." Abaddon chuckled, pulling the other down. "I can imagine how you'll reward me, old friend."

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"How are you doing now?" Gabriel was caressing her fiancée's hair while he had his head in her lap. "Better?"

Zeruch had wanted to be alone, to deal with the definite loss of his Nephilim-family, but she had refused to let him go to his own home. "A bit."

"That's something at least." The female leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Anything you want to do?"

"Can we stay like this for a bit longer?" The Nephilim whispered, curling up a bit more.

"Of course." She started softly scratching his head as Orth moved into the room. "You heard there were scratches?" A toot answered her while she reached over with her free hand. "I wonder who's taking after who here."

Zeruch chuckled softly, squeezing her knee gently. "You are a very skilled woman, my dear."

"Of all my skills, that I'd get a husband through scratches." She laughed lightly.

"Oh yeah." He only now realized the truth of her statement. He had insisted upon postponing the wedding until after the battle and now...

"Forgotten that?" She moved the hand that had been scratching his head to his chin so she could tilt his head a bit. "Unless you changed your mind, of course."

"I'm not insane, thank you very much." He pushed himself back into a sitting position, pulling her into his lap. "What about you?"

"Need I remind you of how possessive people accuse me of being?" She giggled a bit when he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Well, Naya'il claimed you once gave a giant display when I was training..." He pointed out, being forced to remove one arm again when Orth snuggled her head into Gabriel's lap. Despite being roughly the size of half the room, the massive beast didn't even disturb the glasses on the table. Her long tail curled around the couch.

"Considering half a platoon was drooling over you, I had every right to do that." She pouted a bit, both her hands now scratching the head on her lap.

"People also do that about Uncle?" He moved his wings forward, wrapping them both into them.

"Do you honestly think that after that display yesterday Azrael will not floof up when that happens?" She countered, moving her wings to allow him to hold her closer. "Half the city is probably making bets on when they will marry after that kiss."

He made a face in answer. "I guess I should be happy for them?"

She chuckled a bit, before descending into laughter. "At least you won't have to dress up in those floofy robes with yards worth of lace anymore?"

"Yay."