Here's the next chapter! Congrats for making it this far! Truly an accomplishment! And I am not being sarcastic! I don't think I need to say this but, I don't own Darksiders. Wish I did. But I don't.

Death

"Hi Death, come to finish the job eh? I'm glad the Council taught their dogs to play fetch."

The eldest Horseman watched as the she demon tried to bait him again before falling unconscious.

"Sister!" The second twin, and Death's charge, ran over and knelt beside his sister, pulling her head into his lap. "Wake up sister." He lightly slapped her face, trying to rouse the sleeping she demon but to no avail.

Death put his hand on the boy's shoulder, "She's just unconscious, let her sleep." He had caught the last part of the fight through a crack in the door and saw that the girl had done pretty well for herself, especially considering her condition. He decided it was time to jump in when she was held against the wall. Strangely, Death found himself more concerned about her than his charge, who was also being attacked.

Zephyr nodded but still looked concerned. He carefully removed the ring that pierced both of Briar's wings and kept them pinned behind her and covered her with his own shirt.

He was about to pick her up but Death beat him to it, "Go report to the Council."

"But sister-"

"I will take her somewhere safe until she wakes up. Now go."

Zephyr appeared to be thinking, "Wait here for a moment." He left the Horseman alone in the room, the sleeping Briar still in his arms.

Death studied the she demon while he had the chance. He understood now why his brother War was so entranced by her. She was indeed beautiful but her attitude definitely left something to be desired. Although, he had only met her when she was drunk and was sure that had something to do with how she acted. Like his brother, he found himself also drawn to the she demon but was unsure as to why.

Briar mumbled something in her sleep that sounded suspiciously like War's name but before he could hear more, Zephyr came back into the room.

He replaced his shirt with a leather jacket he found and handed Death a belt with two short swords on either side, "Take these, she'll panic if they aren't there when she wakes up." With one final look back at his sister, the twin left.

Death finally decided where to take her. He followed Zephyr out where he was joined by Dust, who cawed at the sleeping she demon. The Horseman could swear the crow was giving him some kind of look, but as to what it meant, he wasn't sure.

…I regret nothing… In this chapter anyway.

Death laid the still sleeping Briar onto his rarely used bed, more of a cot really, and set her belt and short swords beside her. He couldn't leave her here alone, he didn't know, nor trust, her enough for that. So he decided to stay and wait. Though, not in the same room.

"You stay with her." He told Dust who nestled down on the girl's chest and looked up at the Horseman as if laughing at him.

More annoyed at the crow than usual, Death left the room.

It turned out that he didn't have long to wait. Death came back to check on her and found her up and studying the multiple scythes hanging on the walls with, a happy as he'd ever seen him, Dust sitting on her shoulder.

"Quite the collection you got here." She said, not looking back at him. "Why don't you ever use these?"

"Harvester is all I need."

She chuckled, "Yeah, Harvester and all the other weapons it can turn into."

"Which is why I need only it."

Death noticed that she was wearing the leather jacket, but had cut holes in the back to let her wings out, and her belt and short swords were back at her hips.

"Seems a shame…"

"What?" Stuck in his own thoughts, he missed her comment.

"I said it seems a shame. You have all these weapons here but it appears all they're good for is gathering dust. I just think it's a bit sad, don't you?"

"I'll use them if I need them."

"Ha! You mean if you break Harvester or loose it? Both of those are impossible and you know it."

He knew this was true but decided not to answer. He did grow tired of talking to her back though, "Look at me demon."

She seemed to ignore him for a moment as she petted Dust. Just as Death was about to demand she look at him again, she answered, "Mmm, no."

"Why not?"

"Because I know that if I do, I'll get annoyed and say or do something I definitely shouldn't."

Obviously, this annoyed the Horseman, "And why is that?"

"Simple, I don't like those who wear masks. Unless said masks are metaphorical, of course. Everyone wears a metaphorical mask whether they know it or not."

Neither demon nor Horseman could fathom what possessed Death to do this, but he removed his mask and threw to the ground at Briar's feet.

She finally turned to him, surprise written all over her face. Even Dust seemed to share the look.

"What'd you do that for?" she asked.

Though Death didn't rightfully know himself, he gave the best answer that made sense, "You said you didn't like those who wear masks."

"So you took off the mask that you're more-or-less famous for because you… want me to like you?"

Death was about to comment when the she demon started to laugh, "Oh man, you're a trip!" She picked up his mask and handed it back to him, "Here, you can put it back on. You have my trust and my like."

He replaced the slab of bone on his face and found Briar staring at him in curiosity, Dust still perched on her shoulder.

"So, you came for my brother?"

"No, I came for you."

"Sarcasm. Funny, Horseman. But regardless of the reason, you did save us, and I thank you for that."

For once, Death didn't know what to say. This had never happened before.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I must be on my way."

Briar started for the door but the Horseman blocked her path, "Where are you going?"

"Well first, I'm going to go get a new shirt, since mine keep getting ruined. Then, who knows…"

He knew. "Are you going to see my brother?"

She giggled, actually giggled, "Hm, I wonder…"

"He's on a mission for the Council." Why am I lying to her? War is on no mission.

She looked away from him, a disappointed look crossing her face, "Izzat so?" The look lasted only a moment then was replaced by bright cheerfulness. Though, to Death, it seemed forced.

"Oh well, I'm sure I can find something else to do. Now if you'll let me out…"

The Horseman still refused to move, "What if you are attacked again?"

"…Are you actually worried about me?"

Was he worried about her? And why? He barely knew the she demon.

"Well, whatever. It's true, I do have a lot of enemies who want me dead… or worse, but they won't try anything."

"What makes you say that? Especially after what I just rescued you from?"

"They ganged together and believed they had a chance."

"It looked to me as if they stood more than a chance."

She turned on him angrily, "I could have gotten out of that mess myself, thank you very much. In fact, I was about to do so when you barged in and I decided to let you have the hero moment." Briar wondered briefly if she actually could have or if she was just lying to make herself feel better.

"And what of your brother?"

That made her stop and think, "…I could have gotten to him in time…"

"No, you couldn't have." Death hated being this harsh to her but she needed to know that she was still weak. She needed someone to protect her.

Death could protect her.

"Whatever." She pushed past him, Dust hopping from her shoulder to his, and headed out the door before the Horseman could stop her.

"It seems I messed up…"

The crow nodded in confirmation.

I did my best, I have no regrets… Except that one time but we won't go into that…