Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/Abaddon, Zeruch(War)/OC
Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery
Chapter: 51
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me
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The wedding was as grand and ostentatious as Zeruch feared, each day filled almost from sunrise to sundown with the various ceremonies needed. In the end, it took three and a half days until it was done.
"Never again, please." He muttered, glancing at the female at his side.
"So no traditional second wedding after our first millennium?" Her mouth-corner quirked up at seeing his frustration. He looked like he just wanted to get out of there.
"Please no." He looked at her with the biggest eyes he could get away with.
"We'll see if you last that long to begin with." Abaddon leaned over lightly, sitting at Zeruch's other side. "Considering how long Gabriel keeps her husbands."
"My shortest was still a good number of millenia." She countered with a light glare, reaching for her drink.
"Ignore him." Azrael spoke up. "I think by now enough time has passed that you can withdraw if you wish."
"Can we?" Zeruch looked at this wife.
"I suppose we can." As the dominant spouse, she rose up and offered her hand to him.
"Thank you." The Nephilim followed her to chuckles of his parents.
"I am still sad we didn't get to see him meet his new children." Abaddon watched them go with a small smirk.
"Sure thing, grandpa." A male that had been sitting two chairs down from Gabriel piped up. "We're family now."
"At least we know where you got your habit of blowing up the training-hall from, considering your father burned down a barracks." Heaven's General glowered to Gabriel's second-eldest son.
"Grandfather, you wound me." The male grinned widely. "So must I lay down command of the Faneguard or risk claims of Nepotism?"
"Malahidael, don't tempt me." As more and more people filed out of the room now that the wedded couple was gone, Abaddon rose from his seat as well to leave, offering his arm to Azrael. "You're not getting out of the job."
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Zeruch established himself as a skilled Legion-commander in the Hellguard, even getting a side-job as part of the quartermasters of the White City-barracks. Naya'il rejoined him as his Second a few years after his wedding.
The two youngest Horsemen rode across the worlds to do their masters' bidding, but the eldest seemed to disappear for a time.
Occasionally, rumours would pop up that he was traveling through Hell to find any enslaved or escaped Nephilim to kill according to the Charred Council's orders.
Only his siblings knew he was still searching for their youngest brother, taking from the camp almost a dozen millenia ago. He was failing at even finding any demon that partook in that raid that was still alive. Nearly all survivors – as far as he could find out without asking too closely – had been send to the fields of Kothysos after their first 'success' against the Nephilim.
"At least this proves that he probably died." Fury pointed out one day when the last remaining Firstborn took a short break on the world they had made their new home on. "A mercy, all things considered."
Strife was sitting a bit to the side, still feeling pangs of regret whenever the unnamed child was brought up. "Or he fell to a demon-lord who thinks he's a de-winged angel when his previous owner failed to return from Kothysos."
"Unlikely." Death muttered. "I visited the lords of most of those fallen, citing precisely such a reason; an enslaved Nephilim falling to them upon their follower's demise. There were a few Nephilim in their slave-pools, but not any that looked like the child." He leaned back a bit. "And I sincerely doubt they'd bother to hide a 'de-winged angel' even while flaunting several normal angels. The child is dead…"
"At least we have certainty?" Fury pointed out. "No more wondering if he's alive and what might be happening to him right now…"
All three fell silent after that.
"I wish it had not been necessary though." The eldest breathed. "Had I just looked harder, I might have found it!"
"You had no choice." His sister answered in destitution. "Absalom was breathing down our necks. He was already suspicious of you. Had you looked more, he might well have killed us all."
Her brother flinched at that, remembering the nightmare he had after Fury had brought him back to his senses. It had nearly become a reality if not for her.