Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/Abaddon, Zeruch(War)/OC
Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery
Chapter: 62
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Deciding to forgo all subtlety – he was sure they could think up an excuse – Zeruch also contacted his siblings.
"Well, let's hope we can tell them about the Well-trouble before the Charred Council finds out about this team-up." Fury rode beside her baby-brother on Orth.
"I just hope I get to Michael before his son's corpse does." The Legion-Commander of Heaven snarled. "Bloody hell, what happened there to make Lucien fall like that?"
"Hey, you're the angel." The female Nephilim pointed out, holding the Angelic key they had travelled to the angelic outpost for. "Me thinkest it looks like that stuff of the Well has somehow spread."
"Lovely." He had feared as much when first seeing the black goop burst out from Lucien before the elder angel assaulted them. They continued their flight in silence, the Angelic Tree of Life looming ahead.
As they closed in, the group at the foot of the massive tree stared to shift into focus. There were three angels, wings wide as they waited for the last two to arrive and two wingless forms, seeming much more out of place in the vista of ivory wood and golden leaves.
"Why do you look as if you already saw battle?" Laylah greeted her grandson.
"Lucien went mad and attacked us." Fury stated coolly, jumping down from the ortho that carried her here. "I think Heaven needs to see about its' purity… It might not be as pure as you make it out to be."
"He was overtaking by the same mess that spawned from that sight-stone." Zeruch explained before his angelic kin took offence to his sister's tone. "We had to kill him before he killed us."
"That can wait." Rahab held out his hand for the key Fury still held. "If it is spreading, it will have certainly overtaken the Well."
"How did you get yours so fast anyway?" The young angelic-looking Nephilim wondered, sighing softly when his father's uncle healed him.
"We send Metatron." The silver-armoured male levitated both keys to the door. "He is on a disturbingly good standing with Samael, the keeper of the Demon Key."
Just as he moved them into the two key-slots, something jumped down, nearly skewering the angel. Death cut down the demon before it managed to do so, both halves hitting the ground.
Without a moment's pauze more creatures poured forth from the vicinity.
"I guess it really spread." Strife muttered, emptying a clip into something that looked like a Maker's creation. "Open that damn door, angel!"
With the grace his kind was known for, Rahab turned the keys and at the same time twisted his body out of the way of yet another attacker. Without prompting, the doors opened wide, a gust of wind coming out.
"Someone ought to go ahead while the rest of us holds these off!" Laylah and Metatron's beams of light obliterated their targets, but it seemed like there were endless reserves hidden among the roots of the tree.
"I'll go." Without even waiting for an answer, Death dashed inside, leaving the angels and his siblings to keep his back clear.
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"Welcome Death." The form that greeted the Firstborn Nephilim was one he had once known well. He had once called it 'brother', before he had lost his real brother to demons.
"Absalom!?" He had killed him, he had made sure. Where had he come from!?
"No." Sickly yellow burned in the wounds Death had once dealt him, the same black stuff that had filled the creatures outside pouring from him. "I have forsaken that name. I am Corruption now, and I will become all."
"Guess we have to have the old song and dance again." Death moved into a battle-stance. "When will you learn?"
"Perhaps." The massive blue-grey figure smirked. "Not quite tho."
Death barely felt the energy behind him. Without even looking back, he dove to the side, rolling to a stop. Giving himself a few moments to marvel at how someone had managed to sneak up on him.
Once he saw the person who had attacked him from the back, he realized why he had not sensed them.
Azrael was fueled by the Well of Souls, so it would stand to reason that he blended right in there. Though he should have been able to make out the Corruption that had overtaken the angel.
"You absolute bastard."
"Would you have preferred I killed the bird? Strung it up like we used to?" Absalom brandished Absolution. "How would your brat-child feel about that, I wonder?"
"I don't even care right now." Death was ever so slightly frustrated with everything. "I was done with you eons ago, that has not changed. Just do everyone the favour not to fight back, we both know how this'll end."
"Not this time."