I do not own Darksiders, though I really wish I do if only to have to stop putting this thing up here, or Walk Away by Five Finger Death Punch. Soooo… pie.

Briar

Briar woke up the next morning, her head pounding. That's it, she thought, I'm quitting. She slowly opened her eyes to the blinding light to notice three things. The first being that she was curled up next to none other than War himself, who was still asleep. Second, she wasn't wearing a shirt and she quickly scrambled away and covered herself up the best she could with her arms. Even if she was a demon, she could still feel shame. The third, and final, thing she noticed was that War was not wearing a shirt either. At some point during the night, War had taken off the majority of his armor, leaving him only in his pants and boots.

The she demon couldn't look away for a moment, entranced as she was by the Horseman's muscled body. She eventually tore her eyes away, embarrassed, and went to wash her face in the water. As she crouched at the water's edge, she spotted her shirt lying in the water a few feet away.

Picking it up, she saw that it was covered in blood, "What the fuck happened last night?" She wasn't injured, neither did the sleeping Horseman seem to be, so who's or what's blood was this? Briar realized she couldn't put the shirt back on, not soaking wet with water and blood as it was. She threw the ruined cloth at the rock wall where it hit with a wet slap, "Dammit, what am I supposed to do now?" She couldn't very well go out with nothing but a bra and shorts on, it simply wasn't lady like. She would have to go all the way to another realm to get to her stash where she kept extra clothing, among other things.

What about War? Briar couldn't just leave him here. After all, he stayed with her during the night so she could do the same, at least, until he woke up.

She stood over the sleeping rider. For once, he actually looked relaxed. He was stretched out in a patch of sun with his hands clasped behind his head. Briar vaguely wondered how his forever gauntleted hand could possibly be comfortable enough to rest one's head on but put down under "gotten used to".

"Aw, how cute. Man, I wished I had a camera. Or some markers. Ooh, or some makeup…" She doubted that the Horseman would appreciate being drawn on and she would have to face his wrath when he awoke but, oh would it be worth it. Especially if she could get it on camera. Unfortunately, she had none of these things on her person so her prank plans died as soon as they were born.

The she demon noticed War's lips twitch in the beginnings of what seemed like a smile, "Having a good dream, are we?" she whispered to him, "Whatcha doing? Slaying demons? Angels? Prancing through a field of wildflowers?" She was kneeling beside him now.

War scowled, but whether it was at her last suggestion or his actual dream, Briar couldn't tell.

"Don't scowl like that, even big, bad Horsemen like to relax every once in a while, right?" she continued, "Look, there are some tulips, and daisies, and lilies, and daffodils. Go, War, prance in the flowers with Ruin. Don't worry, these flowers are fire resistant."

War was still scowling but Briar was having too much fun to actually notice.

She snickered to herself, "Oh, but look, angels are coming at you from the left to ruin your good time. You better put them in their place. Be careful, there are demons coming at you from the right now. Quickly, grab Chaoseater and get on Ruin. They're getting closer… They're right on top of you! It's time to paint the roses red, War."

The smile was back on the rider's face now and Briar found herself entranced by it.

I so shouldn't be doing this, she thought. Still, she leaned closer and closer to War until her lips barely brushed his.

She jerked back, realizing what she'd just done, only to find herself being pulled forward by an iron grip on her wrist and somehow sending them rolling. She cursed herself for, more or less, attacking a sleeping Horseman like that. She should have known that even asleep, they were always aware of their surroundings.

Once they finished rolling, they were at the edge of the water with Briar on the ground and War on top of her, propped up on his hands and knees.

Before she could speak, he sealed her mouth with his. Briar moaned into the kiss and wrapped her arms around War's neck, bringing them even closer together.

"You… bastard," she said between kisses, "you were awake the whole time."

War chose not to answer and deepened their kiss, rendering the she demon unable to speak further.

Briar untangled one of her hands from War's mane of hair and hit the inside of his right elbow, making him loose his balance and roll onto his back. She followed him so that now she was lying on his broad chest. All this without breaking their kiss.

Finding that he didn't have to hold himself up anymore, War wrapped his muscled arms around Briar. He also found the strap to the she demon's bra and tugged on it gently but hard enough to let her know that it was no accident.

At this time, Briar realized what exactly it was that they were doing and what was probably about to happen next. She somehow managed to squeeze her hands between herself and the Horseman and pushed away from him, just enough to break their kiss but not his hold, "War, stop."

He growled at the loss of contact, "Why?"

"We can't." She had to hold on to some dignity.

"Why not?"

What are you, some child? She sat up on War's stomach and crossed her arms, partially to hide herself, partially because someone had to be the adult here, "Because I said so!"

War also sat up so that Briar was now straddling his hips and wrapped his arms around her again. "Don't… want…. to." He said between kisses on her exposed neck.

"Damn War, did you get ahold of my whiskey or something? Stop that and go put your armor back on!"

He stopped and looked at her with what she assumed was the closest he could, or would, come to a pout.

Briar sighed and rolled her eyes at the unruly Horseman before giving him another kiss, "Maybe later, 'kay?"

War nodded, back in serious mode, and got up to go put his armor back on, Briar sliding from his lap as he did so.

She stood at the mouth of their little nook, judging how long it would take her to get to her stash flying at top speed and her chances of being spotted. She was just about to shout a goodbye to War when he appeared behind her and threw his tattered cloak over her head.

"Hey! What was that for?!" she shouted, her voice muffled by the cloth.

"To cover yourself with until you can find proper clothing."

Oh, so now he's concerned about me wearing clothes. "Thanks." Was all she said as she slipped the cloak down to where she could see. It was, obviously, longer on her than it was on War, but still it just barely managed to be a shirt as it left a good portion of her midriff exposed.

She started to rise in the air when War grabbed her wrist and gently pulled her back down, "Where are you going?"

"To get 'proper clothing'."

"I'll accompany you."

Briar chuckled at the Horseman, "Don't you have Council work to do or something? You can't be hanging around a demon all day, ya know. I might corrupt you."

"When they call for me, I will know it. It does not matter to me as to what I am with but as to who I am with."

She drifted back to the ground, her face flushed and refusing to look at him, "Well okay then." She glanced up at him as they left the nook, "Say War."

"Hmm?"

"Nothing… happened, you know, between us last night, did it?"

War smiled down at the she demon who still refused to look at him, though he would barely be able to see her face in the shadows of the hood even if she did, "No, nothing happened."

Briar let out a sigh of relief and War would have taken offense but he understood her concern and let it slide.

Back on that forgotten world. I should really give that place a name…

War stood at the entrance of the small hidden cave that Briar considered the closest thing to a home she was willing to have. Meanwhile, said demon was deeper in, sorting through piles of clothing and singing while she looked for something suitable to wear. It wasn't like she wanted to impress the Horseman or anything, but wearing something nice wouldn't hurt.

"I'm sorry for the demon I've become, You should be sorry for the angel you are not, I apologize for the cruel things that I did, But I don't regret one single word I said."

This top? No, too flashy. Why do I even have this? I hate purple.

"Just walk away make it easy on yourself, Just walk away please release me from this hell, Just walk away there's just nothing left to feel, Just walk away pretend that none of this is real."

Ooh, these pants are nice. Wait… ugh, they have a hole in the butt. That's classy.

"Could you forgive me if I told you that I cared? Would you be sorry if I swore that I'd be there? Please forgive me for laughing when you fall, I'm so sorry but I never cared at all."

These shorts are just like the ones I was wearing. They'll have to do…

"Just walk away make it easy on yourself, Just walk away please release me from this hell, Just walk away there's just nothing left to feel, Just walk away pretend that none of this, none of this is…"

When'd I get this top? And why? It's so… Oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained… I guess. Now, ribbons…

"Just walk away make it easy on us both, Just walk away there was never any hope, Just walk away you already know the deal, Just walk away, pretend that none of this was, none of this was real."

There, the perfect outfit. As perfect as it's gonna get, at least. She twirled in front of her cracked, floor length mirror admiring herself. Black shorts with a crimson corset top and silver ribbons. Not one much for fashion, Briar thought she did alright.

Apparently, so did War. He didn't say anything just smiled when she returned to the entrance.

"So, Rider of the Red Horse," she said, handing his borrowed cloak back to him, "shall we go on a date?"

"A date?" he questioned.

"Yes, a date." She quickly put up an illusion to hide the cave entrance and grabbed his armored hand, pulling him along behind her.

Little did either of them know, an entity watched them from the shadows. Horseman or not, this entity did not appreciate getting thrown through a wall. He wouldn't dare challenge the Rider directly, his companion, however, was a different story… Noir stepped out of the shadows, grinning like a maniac, a plan already forming in his head.

Yay! Bringing back an old-ish character! Wait… I hate this guy!