Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/Abaddon, Zeruch(War)/OC
Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery
Chapter: 54
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me
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He was beyond annoyed by the time he reached Azrael. Abbadon had been just as happy about a Nephilim in the White City as he expected and it had only been extremely reluctantly that he allowed Death to proceed to the Argent Spire.
During his travel, he wondered at the General's behaviour despite this. Abaddon had for a few moments looked genuinely terrified at the presence of his son. Something worth looking into after he had finished with the Abomination Vault-business.
His mood hardly became better by the realization that he would have to visit Lilith for more information.
After he had lost his youngest to demons, she had become insufferably smug. He had started to suspect soon enough that it had been her that had told the demons where the Nephilim had made their camp back then. But without proof, he'd never have been able to convince Absalom… and so left it even until after the Nephilim were long gone.
He'd still take great pleasure in killing her if the excuse ever arose. Indeed, he came so close to getting his wish, but for the moment his desire for information trumped his desire for revenge.
Shortly after his visit to Lilith, he once again encountered the angel that tried to kill him in the White City. Contrary to the Council's wishes, he had taken Strife and Fury both to the abandoned laboratory. Between a Maker that had survived in Lilith's employ and an angel that had probably found at least one Abomination, he was not going to take his chances.
And of course, there were demons. Though he knew for a fact that these had not been send by Lilith. She had just as much to lose if someone got their hands on the Vault.
Just like in a different timeline, he failed to properly prepare before taking hold of Mortis and long-forgotten secrets spilled out to the searchers of the Grand Abominations.
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"I am surprised you came." The Nephilim Firstborn stated when Azrael had landed beside him on the Ravaiim home-world. He was alone this time, having told Strife and Fury to stay in reserve.
"Would you have preferred Abaddon?" The scholar asked, neatly folding his arms in front of him. "He is still rather… upset at what Strife did in the city. And sending another General would have resulted in a long discussion – mostly with Abaddon."
"And he let you come alone…" Somehow, Death doubted this very much, if the stories were to be believed.
"He insisted I take our son – and a lot more warriors – but I told him that I did not want to risk our son or our warriors." Azrael looked around at the sickening landscape. "So, what happened after you left the Argent Spire that they would come here?"
"Long story."
"We have time while patrols search for them." The angel pointed out, gesturing to the caves. "Unless you intend to search for them yourself, but I am sure that could wait an hour orso."
It did take more than an hour, as it was days later that a patrol came back with word that they had found the constructs.
To Death's eternal frustration, Mortis was not the only Abomination that the angel and his Maker-ally had found. Earth Reaver proved more than a hassle, costing Death and Azrael half the angels they had taken to this confrontation by itself.