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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"Yes, it is necessary." Gabriel smirked lightly at her fiancée. "I'd rather not give Abaddon an excuse to call a Puer Sacramentum on my ass."

"He wouldn't really do that, would he?" Zeruch muttered darkly, following after her as they flew through the City. "I mean, we've been together for years now."

"It's called tradition." She chuckled, setting down on the road in front of Azrael's tower. "Besides, I think he will gladly use the excuse to get you together with a warrior-lady."

The male groaned, opening the door and entering. Tilting his head, he led the way upstairs to where he could hear his parents talking. "Oh Creator."

"Well, let's find out how happy they made the City, no?" She snorted, lifting one hand to knock on the door to the two males' bedroom. "Abaddon, Azrael?"

"The door is open." Abaddon called out.

"And we're decent." Azrael added with amusement colouring his voice.

"Come now, your looks are well-known." Opening the door, she slipped inside, stopping at the foot-end of the bed with a smirk on her face. "I'll keep it short, considering how busy you look."

"Hardihar." Abaddon was still forced to stay in bed, meaning that Azrael spend most of his time cuddling into his side, wings hanging off the bed. "We're fully dressed, if you missed that, Gabriel."

Azrael just rolled his eyes, sitting up and smoothing his tunic. "What brings you here?"

"Gabriel insists." Zeruch squeezed into the room past his fiancée, moving to sit on the luxurious bed.

"Ah." The scholar's smile widened while he slung a set of his house-robes over his shoulders. "I think I can imagine what."

"Well, sue me." She looked down on the perturbed male on the bed. "So who of you two is the dominant parent here?"

"I am, because I can stand." Azrael smirked lightly at the insulted sounds coming from his lover. "Shush you."

Zeruch meanwhile just wondered why he had ended up in this family.

"Alright." Gabriel meanwhile enjoyed it immensely. "Azrael, may I marry Zeruch?"

"Not exactly the proper formalities, is it?" The General stated dryly, crossing his arms and looking up with a flat stare.

"As if they aren't two inches from the altar anyway." The Gatekeeper countered. "You may, Gabriel, provided Zeruch wants it."

"Can we at least keep it small?"

"With your grandmothers still alive? I am afraid not."

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"I am starting to see why you resist all clamouring for marriage." The wedding had been set for three months later, and it had been much as Azrael had pointed out; with a Firstborn as a grandmother and a favoured child of another as fiancée it became one of the largest events of the recent eon.

Abaddon was helping his child pick out the ceremonial armour, currently looking at the furs laid out. "It has nothing to do with the ceremony, but rather with the fact that we are mere friends, not lovers." He trailed one hand over a particular piece of fur, but then shook his head lightly. "Would you prefer that you and Gabriel were not married?"

"Well, of course not." The younger male looked over the fur his parent showed him. "But can't it be a bit smaller? At this point, several thousand people are coming, including quite a few Old Ones." They agreed on the fur, now turning their attention to the embellishments. "Not to mention, from what I gathered, the feast would feed the entire City- and Hell-guards for a week. And I'm not even going to start about all the money that flows into the celebration…"

"That is the bane of being the only child of the only child of a Firstborn." Abaddon discarded some, eyes narrowing. "Do you have to have a griffon as your emblem? It does not fit with much of the regular heraldry. We'll have to custom-order some."

"Me and Gabriel are spending a fortune already, I am sure we can afford a bit more." Zeruch smirked, patting his uncle on his shoulder briefly. "Besides, Orth saved the Great General of Heaven's Forces. I figured she deserved some acknowledgement."

Said General smacked his son over the head lightly. "By becoming your heraldic beast? She'd become too round to fly by the end of the year."