Haitus Status: OVER.
Hey everyone, just want you all to know that the hiatus for this story is finally over. I wasn't able to get the Darksiders/Diablo crossover version working so I'm going back to the original Darksiders only storyline. This puts less stress on me for figuring out what I want to happen and who I want to introduce. Still If you want to give a DarksidersxDiablo scross over a shot feel free to go at it.
In the meantime theres been some edits to the previous chapters - particularly Chapter 10, so if you want to make sure your up to0 speed, I'd recommend taking a look at that chapter before coming to this one.
Still, without further delay; enjoy.
The armor of an angel.
That was the only thing that ran through Noah's mind as he just stared down, his feral eyes narrowing as he took in what details he could concerning the demonic dragon itself. He couldn't really see anything that connected it to an angel… but that armor.
"A fallen." He muttered before clenching his empty fist."What is a fallen…" He stopped himself from continuing that thought. What was a Fallen doing in Hell; a stupid question if he ever asked one. Where else do the black-winged angels go? Where do they go when they make a deal with Demons? Where do they go when they're twisted beyond recognition by the dark powers?
Hell. Whomever that Fallen - that demon was, they were where they were supposed to be.
He turned to Asmodia and Samael, one of which seemed to give him a look - a smirk of sorts that told him all he needed to know. "That's it isn't it?" Noah asked. "That Fallen, that's what you wanted me to see." He muttered. "That's the one that none of the lords want to win." Noah muttered. "A Fallen." He muttered before seemingly realizing something. "Lucifer's chosen."
"Not Lucifer." Samael corrected the youth. "Lilith's." He took a drink from his glass. "The Fallen, once known as Vovin, is the one Lilith has arisen to the rank of Demon Lord."
"Vovin?" Noah muttered before turning back to the Slaygrounds. "That's an old name, Angelic for 'Dragon' right." Noah muttered. "And you're saying Lilith brought him down."
"Oh no not at all." Asmodia stated. "Vovin, was the one who schemed to bring about the End War, mother simply took advantage of his initiative." Asmodia took a drink. "His actions damned him, and mother gave him a choice."
"To serve in Heaven or to rule in Hell."
Asmodia gave Noah a smirk and nod. "Now you're catching on." She returned her attention to what was before her. "It was an obvious choice. After all, for what Vovin had done, he would be dragged and prostrated before the Charred Council in chains." She hummed in delight. "As much as I would have loved to have seen that, he chose the coward's way out. Falling until he was but a shadow of who he was."
"That name again." Noah muttered. "The Charred Council. Who are they? What are they for that matter?"
"That is a story for another day." Samael stated as he gestured to them to look forward. "The show's about to start."
Down below the Dragon stood across the Baron of Hell as they seemed to get ready. "I, Baron Velgroth, issue my challenge."
The dragon raised its head. And growled.
"I, the Destroyer, Champion of Lilith, accept your challenge." Came a deep voice as the fires that hung above the Slaygrounds were lit and Vincere Sacramentum began.
The Dragon charged, racing across the grounds as he kicked up dirt and debris behind them. The first strike came in the form of a claw swipe, an action that Velgroth blocked with his shield as he went sliding back with the force that slammed against it. He grabbed his mockery of a crossblade and threw it, and though it hit the dragon barely seemed to destroyer raised a claw as he brought it down, trying to crush his opponent under his palm only to miss as Velgroth dodged, grabbing his infernal blade and made a strike on the dragon's extended arm. He'd have to find a way to get through that armor.
The destroyer responded with a sweeping strike as he pushed the baron away, before turning and trying to slam his tail onto the demon's form only to miss.
New York, United States
Hunter's Base of Operations
"Noah ran into Angels?" Nomad asked as Vivienne nodded her head. "That means, this isn't just a demon's blight, it's the Endwar."
"Fraid so." Vivienne stated as she crossed her arms.
"Damn." That was the only real thing Nomad said for a while. "If it's that time, we can't avoid what's coming." He muttered before looking back at Vivienne. "Still I wasn't expecting the Endwar to come during our time."
"That's just it, it's not supposed to come in our time." Vivienne stated. "From what Noah managed to learn, it came early. It's not supposed to be here for another few ages."
"Is that right?" Nomad muttered. "That means that something happened to force things to come before their time." He muttered.
"Most likely." Vivienne stated. "What can we do?" Nomad stayed silent for a moment as he started to think.
"The angels…" He muttered. "They'd be the most willing to ally themselves with us. As it stands we both have a common enemy in the form of the demons." He admitted. "But." He paused. "At the same time we have demon allies, and the Angels aren't exactly on friendly terms with them."
"Well, you're not wrong." She grumbled. "So, how do we play this?"
Dark Kingdom
The Slaygrounds
"He's sloppy." Noah muttered up in the stands as he took a drink of wine.
"Indeed." Samael muttered. "It appears Vovin has yet to adjust to his new form."
"But it seems he's adapting rather well."
A missed claw strike was followed by a tail smack, and a leaping claw strike that Velgroth dodged. He jumped back to avoid the dragon's snapping maw before swinging his crossblade as he delivered a cut across the dragon's face. In turn the Dragon swung one of his claws and knocked the baron back before rising up, flames gathering in his throat before he released a fireball that Velgroth blocked with his shield. That mockery of a crossblade was thrown as it took the appearance of molten rock. When it grinded against the dragon's armor it caused it to turn bright red before boiling.
Vovin roared, but ignored the pain racing across his armor and the scales beneath as it turned, swinging its tail so fast that it managed to swipe at the smaller demon and knock it back. Against one of the high walls. Raising his head the demonic dragon breathed, flames gathering in its throat only to be extinguished as the dragon charged. A claw being thrown out as the dragon tore out part of the wall as it tried hitting Velgroth. Rolling under the dragon, the Destroyer grinded his segmented under the best as he ran, dragging the weapon beneath the monster before pulling away. The Dragon swung its tail out as Velgroth ducked, dodging the limb as it stepped back, before slamming his shield on the ground as cracks formed beneath it, raising over to encase the dragon before erupting in an explosion of fire and earth. The Dragon ignored the flames, charging out of the explosion as his armor turned bright red from the heat. He lunged, trying to slam his opponent under his claws only to miss as Velgroth turned slamming his shield against his opponent's jaw and knocked it to the side and off balance.
The dragon responded with a claw strike that tore part of the shield off as it was pushed to the side. Velgroth responded by swinging his sword, striking the dragon's face before his weapon was bit, pulled from his grip and thrown elsewhere.
Tokyo, Japan
There really was no end to them.
That was the thought that ran through the faceless one's mind as they took a minute to roll their shoulders. Once again they found demons in their path, though what drew them was a question that went unanswered. There were those that were just unlucky and drew the demon's attention by wandering into the wrong neighborhood, then there were those that used some kind of bait to lure the horde in their direction.
The faceless one had no lure, and it wasn't uncertain if they were unlucky or not after all they were looking for the demons.
Still, no matter how many they cut down, there seemed to be more hiding out somewhere.
They were fine with that. A demon charged them, and with a sudden draw of their blade the child from hell was cut down, its feet going first and then one of its arms before it lost its head. The faceless one moved, running across the streets as they dodged another breathing flame and turned on their heel. A foot to the face sent it reeling, clutching the place where it's eye used to be before it found one of its arms cut off.
The faceless one moved onto the next demon, a Goreclaw that leapt forward, found a sheathe in its face that knocked them to the ground before a sword stabbed into their a flick of of the blade it send them flying into one of their own as the faceless one turned, spinning around as they cut down another demon before racing forward, appearing before another demon and slammed a knee into their face before the sword tore out a part of their neck.
"So many small fry…" The faceless one muttered before turning to the rest that were charging them. "Where's the devil's real army?"
New York, United States
Hunter's Base of Operations
"Alright…" Nomad muttered as he looked at those that were gathered before him. "As it stands, we haven't come across any of the major demon forces. We'll need to take advantage of that. Gather supplies and weapons as we get ready for the real war on the horizon. There's a police station nearby that we can raid for some more weapons here at home. Vivviene, Lenore you got us a tower up, lets see if we can get a message out to any of our other cells still scattered about. If we're lucky, we'll even be able to get a message out to the rest of the world." Nomad paused as he ran a hand through his hair. "Mathew." He turned to an older hunter. "Get your hunting party ready, you're gonna be trailing that demon Vivienne and Lenore saw earlier. Don't engage, just keep an eye on it. We'll need everyone to try taking that behemoth down."
"Right." Mathew muttered as he started heading off. "I'll be going then."
"Mathew." Nomad called out as the man stopped. "Something that big shouldn't have gotten by us without notice. That means something - someone pulled it here."
"I know." Mathew muttered. "I'll keep my eyes open."
"Who could have summoned that demon?" Lenore asked as Vivienne looked at her youngest sister.
"The same ones that we've been fighting for generations now." She muttered. "The traitorous legions."
"The cults that serve Hell's Dark Masters are coming out." Nomad muttered. "To be fair, I'm not surprised. This is their time as much as ours." He admitted. "We're going to have to assume they're already moving against us and watching us. When you all head out, be extremely careful."
"Will do." Mathew waved as he headed out, leaving the two sisters alone with Nomad. Vivienne signed.
"So we have an enemy outside… and an enemy within huh?" Vivienne rubbed her eyes in annoyance. "This is gonna be a long war, isn't it?"
"Were you expecting anything less?"