Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/Abaddon, Zeruch(War)/OC
Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery
Chapter: 60
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Zeruch practically shone with an inner light for months after finding his siblings. It was explained away by the public announcement of Gabriel's pregnancy, the warrior's first child growing steadily in her belly. It would be a boy, whom they named Zarall, after one of Gabriel's older brothers that had died long ago.
Much like Zeruch, the child had bright blue eyes… and Abaddon planning his military career. Azrael would have smacked his lover, had he not known that Gabriel was more than capable of ruining the General's plans.
A couple months after Zarall's birth they managed to arrange a quick vacation to a comfortable island on the Maker's realm, where unbeknownst to most of Creation they were visited by the last surviving Nephilim.
Fury and Strife adored the small angel. Death was completely and utterly terrified. Having an original Nephilim around without the a leash of the Charred Council was one thing, but having said Nephilim breed!?
It was imperative that the Charred Council never found out about either Zeruch or the fact that Zeruch was married and procreating. The other four assured him that that was obvious.
They kept contact mostly to small notes after that. Zeruch would send his siblings small pictures of his children, the siblings would try to make their business in the White City happen when he was on duty where they needed to be.
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This proved to be an effective if not completely fulfilling arrangement for eons. Humans came to Eden, living for a time on the remnants of the Nephilim. Then they moved to Earth and developed there.
It was in the time-period when their towers began looking like angelic ones cast out of steel and glass that something changed. Whatever it was, it split the White City in two.
Loud arguments between Azrael and Abaddon were no strange thing to the denizens of their shared home, it almost being an evening ritual.
'The Lords cannot be around each other for longer than an hour before they start arguing about something.' Damiana had once confided as such towards a small child her employer had found and would in due course adopt.
Several smashed doors, damaged walls and a squadron of warriors coming to pick up Abaddons possessions later it was painfully obvious that whatever had happened had been far worse.
Neither would tell anyone – friends or family – what their argument had been about. Neither would so much acknowledge the other as more than a colleague afterwards. Getting them to say the other's name proved a chore, both merely referring to their erstwhile lover only by their title or station.
For the first time in near eons Zeruch would meet his siblings in person. As his angelic family shattered, the youngest Nephilim sought comfort in the family that was in one piece. An ironic moniker since his children – he had a couple by now – had never met their Nephilim-relatives.
Despite earlier misgivings about the risks of acknowledging their relationship, Death risked everything by going to the White City to demand an explanation. He figured that the only reason the Charred Council didn't look too closely at his flimsy excuse was their curiosity about what had happened among the angels.
He had to disappoint them and his brother. Both Abaddon and Azrael had refused to talk to him about what had caused their break.
This situation lasted for what well might have ended up being a century or two. Family gatherings of the angelic family were beyond awkward. Courtesy kept them civil, but it was painfully obvious that neither wanted to be even in the same room as the other.