Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/Abaddon, Zeruch(War)/OC
Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery
Chapter: 53
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Death dealt with the angels that interrupted his questioning of their peer with little trouble.
It was only Azrael arriving that kept more from dying. To say that the Nephilim was surprised that the scholar was there would be an understatement.
In the end, he realized that it would have been strange for the angel not to be there though; news that Abaddon and Azrael had taken their relationship to the next level after Eden had spread through Creation relatively quickly after all.
Considering what he learned had happened to Abaddon during the battle – the great General having lost an eye – Azrael had of course come after the battle's end.
There had been relief when he found that the attackers had not managed to breach the Garden, but that had been short-lived when learning why they had tried to do so.
"So… someone is going after world-destroying Nephilim weapons of war!?" Unlike in a different world, where the Firstborn had not been humbled by the loss of his youngest to demons, Death had few secrets from his siblings. This was not one of them.
"Most likely." The eldest Rider snarled. "They went to the Crowfather for information and have been overhauling Kothysos for Creator-knows-how-long." He was pacing. "We're going to have to involve the Council for this. Those weapons unleashed could destroy everything."
"Speaking of Council…" Strife awkwardly pointed out. "They might have send me to the White City on a mission earlier… I guess while you were hanging out on Kothysos or wherever."
The other male groaned. "Let me guess: they're going to hate having us over for a good while?"
"Abaddon made a bomb, and I had to destroy it with total impunity." The Gunner informed his sibling. "There might be like a hundred angelic corpses more now…"
"Of course, there are… dramatic irony has to be the most common substance in Creation." Death muttered darkly. "Well, it can't be changed. Let's hope that Azrael is not going to blame me for that when I need his help down the road."
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Frustration was a common emotion for Death at this point. After he had informed the Council, they had forbidden him from taking either Fury or Strife. Ostensibly because the angels might take the arrival of two Horsemen so soon after an attack the wrong way, but more likely because the Council feared how closely-knit their Nephilim were and were reluctant to allow them together-time of any kind.
As such, the eldest Rider arrived at the City by himself. After a small bit of trouble at the gate, he started the journey through the City.
Much like in another timeline, he was attacked on the way by the angel that claimed to have been send by Azrael.
Unlike this other timeline, it was not a fellow Rider that comes to his aid. Instead, it was an angel; one he had heard of a few times.
Just as Death was trying to figure out how to deal with a flying foe armed with a Redemption-cannon and a Nephilim-sword, fire and rocks rained down.
The angel who called himself Semyaza had to dodge what rightly seemed like the fury of Heaven. The small meteorites gave way to a grand warrior, sailing in the sky with wings wider than Abaddon's and a sword that looked more like a small surf-board than a weapon.
"Well, I don't need to ask his name." Death muttered as his attacker fled as quickly as his wings could carry him. There was no doubt that this was Zeruch; Azrael and Abaddon's famed adopted son.
Shortly after that – no doubt alerted by the veritable meteorite-storm that hit the area – Abaddon arrived himself with a small contingent of warriors.
The Nephilim was startled at seeing something which could only be called panic in the General's eyes for a brief moment. Furiously, Heaven's greatest warrior send his son back to his post.