Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/Abaddon, Zeruch(War)/OC
Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery
Chapter: 52
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me
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For the first few centuries of their marriage Zeruch and Gabriel had no children. Though Zeruch figured it was because he was a Nephilim, they excused it by essentially blaming Gabriel; angelic females took ever longer to conceive the more children they bore and she had a sizeable collection of them.
He was less happy with being far younger than any of said children. "I think they're picking on me, love." Currently Abaddon's son was sitting on his armchair, wings floofed up as he pouted at his wife.
"You say that like once a decade." She was brushing her hair, her own wings sleek and graceful behind her. "Of course they are. You are young enough to be their great grandchild." She chuckled when that caused him to floof up even more. "They warned you of this."
"I'm going to put them all up for adoption." Taking a deep breath, Zeruch got up, walking over to join her on the couch. "Give me that."
Rolling her eyes, she obliged and relaxed when he started brushing her hair.
Shortly after he started however, someone knocked on their front-door. Moments after one of their servants had opened it, a soldier entered their room.
"My Lord." Zeruch recognized him as one of the lower ranked members of his Legion. "Lord Abaddon has called a summon. The Faneguard has requested reinforcements for the Garden of Eden!"
The two spouses shared only a mere glance before Zeruch threw aside the brush and rushed from the room to dress.
"What has happened?" Gabriel rose from her seat, heading with the soldier to her main hall.
"Construct-assailants, massive numbers of them." The Hellguard-member inclined his head briefly at her when the Nephilim sailed down the open area at the centre of the spiralling staircase.
"Brief me on the way." He briefly brushed his hand over Gabriel's shoulder before heading out, summoning Orth with a sharp whistle.
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Death was as close to furious as he ever got. The damned new lackey of the Charred Council had informed him that someone had tried to enter Eden. The angels had rebuffed them, according to what knowledge they had.
So now he had to work his way through a thick underbrush at the edges of the realm, looking for someone to talk to and of course that was only a corpse. Certainly incapable of deception and thus the most trustworthy account he would get, but still…
He found the corpse that Dust had found; a angelic warrior wielding a glaive in life, hidden in the thick forest to such a degree he was not surprised that the rest of the forces had not found him.
Reaching out, he summoned part of the angel's soul back to this world.
"You died. Tell me what happened."
Lifeless eyes opened at that. "What… where?"
"You died here. What happened?"
An impossible shudder ran through the angel's body. "You… you are… If I tell you, may I move on?"
"Yes. Now speak." Death was kneeling beside the body now, Harvester hanging in its' twin-forms down from his hips. "Who attacked Eden?" He barely resisted the urge to demand why apparently an entire force of angels was here as well.
"Constructs… armies worth of them." The angel seemed lost in thought. "They could form the stone of their bodies into weapons. Simple weapons, no flourishes, but their edges were sharp, far sharper than any stone had good reason to be. They swarmed us, coming even from the tree-tops!" He sounded a touch frustrated as he continued. "Many fell to the onslaught once that became apparent."
"You too?"
"No. I lived long enough to see reinforcements from the White City, led by Lord Abaddon himself! Have you ever seen Lord Abaddon on the battlefield? Then fire rained from the sky and we knew that he had brought his finest… His son had come as well and together they completely halted the Constructs."
"I did not know Abaddon had a child." Death mused. Worth noting and certainly something worth investigating. No doubt any child from the General's loins would be formidable warrior.
"Zeruch was an orphaned boy Lord Azrael found among in the demons. They adopted him and it shows. People say he can well become far greater than Lord Abaddon himself! Together with his war-Ortho, nothing can stand against him."
"Interesting." Death mused softly. "What happened after they joined the fray?"
"The Constructs got reinforcements." The angel sighed without a breath. "These were faster, with brass weaponry and armour. They moved on spindles…"
"Get away from him!"