Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/Abaddon, Zeruch(War)/OC
Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery
Chapter: 55
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me
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In the White City meanwhile, Zeruch was brooding.
"Are you alright?" Gabriel joined her husband, sitting down gracefully beside him. She was carrying a scroll, though she put it aside.
"Dad is hunting down ancient Nephilim weapons of war on a dead realm." The Nephilim muttered darkly. "He forbade me and uncle from joining him."
"Azrael is more than capable of taking care of himself." Gabriel assured him, leaning against the broad form. "Remember how adamant he was in joining you two at Eden?"
"I swear this is revenge." He wrapped his wing around her. "So what brings you to my work?"
"I received a note of my aunt… who's also my grandmother-in-law." She chuckled lightly. "I felt like I should tell you before you hear it from the grapevine and prevent the inevitable self-loathing."
"What." He gave her a flat stare, accepting the scroll she offered him in response. "I thought I am doing quite well with the self-loathing, all things considered."
"Regarding sleeping with a pure angel, you certainly are…" She smiled lightly at him. "But this? I know you, this will get you back into the full swing of that. Laylah has informed me that I am with child again."
As she had expected, his face exploded with horror. His eyes widened and the wing around her body twitched. Before he could do much more, she wrapped her arms around his neck. He promptly relaxed, leaning his head against hers.
"You and dad did assure me you could cover up anything that would hint at my… nature." He whispered, gripping her hands with his. "Is that still true?"
"Of course." The female snorted softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "And even should we fail somehow, we have Firstborn to back us up."
They both fell silent for a while after that. "How is Abaddon taking this, by the way?" Gabriel rose to her feet, her wings folding neatly behind her.
"As well as you can imagine." The wide-winged male joined her. "Are you intending to make it all worse by informing him that I am now completely lost to warrior-ladies?"
"I am morally obliged to do so." She laughed softly.
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"There went my hopes." Abaddon sighed, fingers caressing the golden eye-patch. The feeling was annoying him and he couldn't help but feel that Azrael refused him joining because Heaven's Greatest General was still acclimatizing to having no more depth-perception.
"I am so sorry." Gabriel was reclining on the armchair in Azrael and Abaddon's home. She shrugged lightly. "Blame Laylah for apparently wanting great-grandchildren."
Her opposite gave her a flat stare in answer. Her husband turned into a tomato at the thought.
"I knew I should have overruled Azrael when you came." The one-eyed male muttered.
"I fear that wouldn't have worked." A new voice sounded from the hallway. "By law, I am your superior."
"Dad!" Zeruch shot up, only to freeze when actually seeing the elder angel. "What happened to you!?"
The Secondborn looked terrible. His verdant robes were grimy and he looked drained dry.
"Long story." Before he even managed to reach a seat, Azrael was wrapped in Abaddon's arms and wings.
"One that can wait until after you get a nice bath and food." The warrior stated sharply.
"Yes, dear." The scholar chuckled softly, leaning into the other male.