AN: Alright everyone, time for the story to kick off. It apparently wasn't clear so I'm making sure everyone knows that this starts before the games do so when I said Harry would travel with Death and an OC demon it would be during the timeline of Darksiders 2. Finally the images for what that OC demon will look like are on the Facebook page for these stories.

Master of the Horseman

Chapter 2

-Harry-

Yawning, Harry took a sip of his tea as he relaxed at a small café in the muggle world, waiting for Death to show up for their weakly meet up. It had been almost six years since the war against Voldemort ended and the magical world was still in chaos. The two factions that had formed, the ones led by Kingsley and Umbridge, were still in conflict, each insisting that they were the legitimate government and had declared the other traitors. Each side declared their own laws and refused to acknowledge the legitimacy of laws passed by the other, the only place close to safe was Diagon Alley as the Goblins had killed anyone who tried to use the marketplace as a battleground.

Every day he got a letter from Kingsley's faction who begged him to come and lead them while Umbridge's faction kept demanding he surrender to stand trial. Each letter was happily used to fuel the fireplace after he got his daily laugh by reading them. The only ones he stilled talked to from the magical world were the members of Dumbledore's Army who had survived, most of the populace who weren't apart of either government faction hiding in their homes or the muggle world.

Over the past few years Harry and Death had studied the enchantments placed upon the three Hallows, bringing in Death's siblings to help with the research, the four Horsemen becoming common sights to see in Grimmuald place. There hadn't been a week gone by where he hadn't seen Fury perusing the Black family library, Strife pillaging his pantry, War exploring the still trapped areas of the manor, or Death in his lab to study the different relics he possessed. The other horsemen of the apocalypse had been outraged at the discovery of the Hallows, that the council they had sworn allegiance to had betrayed one of their own in such a manner, even if the Hallows had been made and lost many centuries before.

"Hey Mac!" looking up he saw someone run into the café, "Turn on the news, people are saying there are meteors falling all over the globe!" excited murmuring filled the building as the barista turned on a television which showed clusters of meteors falling at different cities around the globe, moving into orbit at an astronomical rate. Glancing outside, Harry's eyes widened, "Shit!" he yelled, falling back out of his chair, seeing the cluster of flaming rocks falling towards London. Screams filled the air as more and more people began to see the falling balls of fire. The cluster hit the earth with a boom but didn't cause the widespread destruction that meteorites of that size should have.

Palming the Elder wand, he rushed over to the craters, those things were definitely not natural. He had barely taken three steps towards the impact craters before something began to rise out of them, several somethings. Beings that could only be described as angels and demons, blade locked against claw. Some of them weren't happy to just fight each other though, various beings splitting off from the craters to begin attacking the people who fled in panic.

"Hey, over here!" he yelled, pulling the sword of Gryffindor from one of his pockets and drawing the attention of the four-legged demons that were trying to eat the people too slow to flee. Yelling out, he slashed up at the first that pounced towards him, having picked up sword play from the riders, his wand in his off hand to fire blasting curses at the fighting beings.

"Run!" he yelled to the muggles who were stunned at one of their own pulling a sword from seemingly nowhere and fire blasts of magic from a stick. A roar from an armor covered demon breaks them from their shock. The demon drew a sword and pointed it at him, making some sort of statement in a language he couldn't recognize. "Fuck you and your mother." He replied eloquently, the demon's narrowed gaze showing it understood English perfectly.

Giving a yell, the armored demon swung its sword at him as he ducked under it, the blade slicing through a lamppost like it was made of paper. Jumping up, Harry swung the Sword of Gryffindor only for his eyes to widen as it shattered on the demon's armor. Goblin steel was indestructible only compared to earthen metals it would seem. Reacting quickly he brought up his wand and used a spell he had developed that created a singular burst of Fiend Fyre that faded away within moments, staying only long enough to engulf the demon as he saw the shards of his blade on the ground.

Looking up, he saw the street was empty as the other angels are demons had scattered to the winds along with the muggles, corpses filling the street. Cursing, Harry summoned the shards of the Sword of Gryffindor into his expanded pockets and apparated towards Diagon Alley. It was a massacre, corpses being eaten by demons in the street, shops burning, and the Goblins trying to make a last stand on the steps of Gringotts, witches and wizards firing spells over their shield wall at the incoming horde of demons. Down other parts of the alleys he saw the angels fighting the witches and wizards of the two government factions, screaming out about removing the vile blasphemers.

"Bombarda!" he roared, aura aglow and eyes alight with fury as he blasted a large demon with claws coming from each hand in the back. Bringing out his wand he summoned more Fiend Fyre, seeing that it was something able to get through the dense armor some of the demons wore where some of the goblin blades couldn't.

For a moment, as his fires raged, and the demons turned to face him, he hoped he might just be able to win this battle. Then the angels soared over, the forces for both sides laying dead and burning as more of the ground split, lava running through the chasms like rivers. Blasts of blue fire rained towards him from the Angels weapons as they targeted him and the demons both. Seeing him attacked the witches and wizards still alive broke ranks with the goblins and began to fire at the flying angelic beings and soon the battle turned into a storm of chaos. With the broken lines the goblin's flanks were exposed as more and more fell like dominos, the untrained witches and wizards falling even faster.

Screaming in rage and grief he summoned more and more Fiend Fyre, trying to save what little remained of those defending but as fast as he could summon fire the hordes of angels and demons cut down the innocents faster. As the last wizard fell, a distinctive mop of red hair dripping with blood, he snapped and let the fires rage around him, collapsing to his knees and sobbing at the needless slaughter. He didn't react as his fires sputtered out with his magical core running low, didn't raise his head at the sound of massive footsteps stomping towards him. He raised his head only as hot blood drenched him and two separate thuds sounded on either side.

"You simply can't stay out of trouble, can you?" Death sighed, looking at the rubble of what was left of the British Magical world. Up in the air, Dust gave a piercing cry, the sound soon drowned out by the cracking of earth, the hiss of flames, roars of demons, bangs of weapon fire, and the screams of the dying.

"Come on," Death pulled him up, "this…this is madness. We need to find the others, I can't imagine they won't learn of this chaos." Even as Death helped him onto the back of a concerned Despair, Harry felt in his gut that things were only about to get worse.

AN: I know it was short, but I couldn't do more for this chapter without it becoming filler. Next chapter the timeline of Darksiders 2 begins so be prepared for that. Final request is that in the review you suggest any names you think would be good for our lovely demon OC, I'm curious as to what you'll suggest, and anything else you would like to see for this story.