Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/Abaddon, Zeruch(War)/OC
Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery
Chapter: 59
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me
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"This is a relief." Azrael stepped forward, looking just a touch sad. "I suppose I did now fulfil my promise of finding your family, did I not?"
Zeruch snorted a bit, tears in his eyes. "Now I got two." He reached over, pulling his father into the hug with his eldest brother. Death briefly staid in there, before pulling himself away from the two others.
"Can I still punch him?" Abaddon closed in as well, wrapping one arm protectively around the scholar.
"I think considering he is now like your son, no you can't." Gabriel smirked lightly. "Honey, looking at your family, who did you get your bulk from? Not any here present..." She measured the young male against the rest, finding him having at least twice the bulk of the next largest Nephilim.
"Honey?" Fury echoed softly, crossing her arms in front of her while looking at the female angel.
"Right..." Zeruch offered his hand to Gabriel. "This is Gabriel, my wife."
"Hot dang." Strife smirked, only to suddenly jerk forward when his sister slapped him over the head.
"Wrong thing to say, brother." Death pulled his mask off, a rare smile pulling on his mouth-corners. "Strife will not leave you alone now. I fear he was introduced to such matters by Lilith."
"Brother." The short-haired Nephilim whined. "I do respect consent and all that."
"Well, have fun with that, Gabriel." Azrael sighed softly. "You are not taking him though, just so we're clear on that."
"Considering the edict, that is obvious." Death mused. "Let the Charred Council believe we are the last Nephilim."
"About that..." Abaddon leaned in lightly, gesturing to Gabriel who was wearing a pout considering she knew what was coming. "You're going to be uncles and aunt, by the by."
"What!?"
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"You're glowing, dear." Gabriel was reclining on her bed, watching her husband taking off his armour. "Best blame this on some glorious lovemaking, lest people start really wondering what happened."
He smirked at her over his shoulder. "Yeah yeah, I know I should like never mention that I am related to the Horsemen of all people." Removing the last piece, he wandered over to the bed. "Same as with the whole Nephilim-thing, after all." The warrior leaned over his wife, pressing a kiss to her neck. "I can do the lovemaking though."
She chuckled while pulling him closer, shifting her wings to lay more comfortable. "I will gladly assist with the matter."
They both laughed softly at that, sharing a gentle kiss.
"I suppose I better pre-emptively apologize to our baby." Zeruch showered her neck with kisses, running his hands through her feathers.
"For what…?" Her voice was reduced to a breathless whisper.
"The earthquake when I take you." The Nephilim purred, nibbling on her skin.