Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/Abaddon, Zeruch(War)/OC
Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery
Chapter: 57
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me
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"What the Hell happened here!?" Gabriel had followed her husband when he had stormed through the Argent Spire; he had come to pick her up for lunch when both of them had felt the breaching of the wards.
Azrael had sunk down against his desk, the scholar trembling as his son fumed in front of him.
"Zeruch, fetch Abaddon." She sharply stated at the sight, pointing outside. "And close the door on your way out."
"And you tell me what happened here." Gabriel sank down beside her friend. "Why would Death get handsy?"
"He knows…" Azrael breathed. "He realized Zeruch is not an angel." The Gatekeeper groaned in his hands. "Apparently, he knew him from before he got lost from the camp."
"Oh dear." She was very happy she had told the younger man to close the door behind him. The other angels working in the Spire hearing that statement could well end poorly. "Are you sure?"
"He was certain enough he got handsy…" The mystic leaned his head back, running one hand through his hair. "He knew Zeruch. He…" Something made him pause. Zeruch's eldest brother had been a Firstborn. Death was a Firstborn. Absalom had looked funny at Zeruch's eldest brother. Abaddon had been making jokes in private that the slaughter at Eden was a bad breakup between Death and Absalom… It couldn't be. "Can you get me the box in the upper drawer over there?" He wasn't entirely certain his legs were already stable enough again that they'd be able to hold him.
"The box Zeruch wants to burn once a decade?" She got up, fetching the thin wooden box.
"It's the only one." It held mementos of Zeruch's childhood, which true to form, the boy hated with a passion. One of the things in it was the very first drawing the child had made in the City; of his siblings. "What do you see?"
"Wobbly stickfigures." She chuckled briefly before carefully taking the piece of paper to look more closely at it. "Wait a bloody moment…" She looked between the drawing and her friend. "You think… that the Horsemen are Zeruch's family!?"
"They do fit though, don't they…?" He muttered, taking the drawing back. "I should have realized. Why would he come here alone if he truly believed Zeruch to be a threat? The Charred Council would have come for him openly, not send one Horseman as subtly as you can send those…" He took a shuddering breath. "Death did not come to deal with a threat to the Balance… he came here for his little brother."
They both looked up when the door was thrown open, Abaddon storming inside, closely followed by Zeruch. The Great General looked furious, rushing to his lover.
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"What did you do?" Fury greeted her brother with something like her namesake in her voice. "Look what popped into existence over our table!" She was waving a scroll at her eldest brother.
"How does that relate to me?" He dodged it, pushing her aside lightly to enter the house the three Horsemen shared between them. He dropped down unceremoniously on their couch.
"It's from Azrael… something about nearly starting a war with Heaven!?" She snarled, poking him with the scroll. "I thought we were supposed to be the peaceful balance-keepers and now you go and attack a high official of the White City?"
He groaned in answer. "Creator damnit." He yanked the scroll from her hand, rolling over to read it. "They want to have a meeting?"
"Quite gracious if you ask me." Fury was fuming by now. "You nearly started a war by attacking Azrael in the middle of the White City's domain! What the hell happened over there?"
"Well…"