Category: Darksiders I & II
Rating: M
Couples: Azrael/Abaddon, Zeruch(War)/OC
Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery
Chapter: 65
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Zeruch shot up from his bed with a cry. Blue eyes shot around the room frantically, before finally settling on his uncle sitting at his side.
"Welcome to the world of the awake." Abaddon greeted his child, rising from his seat to sit down on the bed. "Before you start getting frantic; they say that Azrael will be fine with time."
The younger male trembled, slumbing a bit in relief. "What happened?"
"The teleport here was too much for you. You fainted half a mile up in the air." Abaddon dryly informed him. "I tore a tendon in my wing stopping your freefall, by the way."
"Sorry?" The Nephilim sheepishly offered, struggling to get out of bed. "Can I see him?"
"I should probably ask the healers. They can be ferocious." The General pushed him back into bed. "Eat some of the food, while you wait. That stunt you pulled drained your reserves."
"My stunt…?"
"Your grandparents told me you apparently got really into touch with your Nephilim-side when seeing Azrael." Abaddon's mouth-corner twitched lightly. "Apparently you became a massive beast made out of holy fire."
"Wow." Zeruch breathed. "I wonder if I could do that again…?" He reached for the food on a side-table. Thanking Heaven's bureaucracy for allocating enough money to the healers that eating in the healing-quarters was just like eating at home. "Wait, did someone warn Gabriel…?" He suddenly realized that he had kind of rushed off without informing his wife of everything that was happening. "I'm going to be in trouble..."
"You certainly are going to be. Iaoel warned her when you rushed of with your grandparents and Metatron, but you were out for two days." Abaddon rose from his seat and left the room. "She spend quite some time at your side, but I send her home after like 30 hours of her being here."
Zeruch sank back a bit, devouring the food in a short while.
"They say you can visit him briefly." The General informed him upon returning. "Mostly for your own recovery. On that note, the details of that episode are going to be kept secret, as I think you can imagine."
"I'll try not to turn into a giant fire-beast." The younger male dragged himself up, being disturbingly wobbly on his feet as he made his way through the hallways of the building. "I'm surprised you are calling him by his name again..."
"The other parent of my only son is half-dead. I think I can put aside any dislikes for the moment." The two warrior-angels barely fit in the last hallway together. "In here."
Zeruch's shoulders fell down at the sight. Azrael was deathly pale and the arm on the blanket looked like its' owner had starved for weeks.
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The following day, Zeruch was allowed to return home for his recovery, where he was greeted with elated children, insulted-and-floofed Ortho and a wife who was not sure if she was going to slap or hug him. She did both.
However, his rest would be of a short duration, because the day after a messenger arrived in the White City.
The eldest Rider travelled over the marble causeways, his target the magnificent council-dome in the centre of the city. Outwardly he was a deadly, impassive sight, but inwardly – had anyone seen it – he was trembling.
"Horseman." Abaddon was among those that greeted him in the Council-dome, but he saw Azrael's parents among the other angels. Now that he knew who they were, he was amazed he had never realized before. Even now, where the Firstborn were trying to blend in with the fellow angels, they stood out because the angels around them couldn't help but lower their heads just lightly. "What brings you to Heaven at such a time?"
"The Nephilim you harbour, Abaddon. The Charred Council demands he be delivered to them."