Category: Darksiders I & II

Rating: M

Couples: Azrael/War, Strife/Caim

Warnings: AU, Yaoi, Lemon, Mpreg

Chapter: 4

Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me and Food-for-mind

Author's Note: Sequel to Angel of War

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"I'm back." War greeted his lover when he arrived in the angel's room with half a bread.

Azrael smiled lightly at that, sitting upright on the bed. "I was about to start looking if you lost your way." He got up, crossing the room to his mate.

"I ran into your mother on the way down." The Nephilim wrapped one arm around the angel, pulling the slender body close against his. "We talked a bit."

"She didn't lose a wing or something, did she?" The scholar whispered as the Rider kissed him.

"Not yet." War smirked lightly. "I'll give her a chance."

"Thanks." Azrael moved back, pulling the heavier male to the bed. "Shall we go to sleep now that you are fed as well?"

"Looking at you like that, I'd much rather do something else." The bulkier male followed, caressing the silken skin of the other. "My beautiful angel..." He purred, lips finding those of his lover.

The mystic chuckled at that, wrapping his arms around the other's neck. "As much as I missed you these last few years, I think some sleep would be preferable..." He bit his own lips lightly. "I want to get to Grace as soon as possible."

The smirk changed into a surprisingly gentle smile. "Very well, sleep it is."

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Grace was completely distraught... which meant her uncles and aunt were not happy at all. After Metatron had brought War some kind of scroll, the youngest Nephilim had disappeared. The young girl had spend the night in Death's bed.

"I'm murdering him when he comes back." Death muttered while watching the class Puppy was currently teaching. Grace was sitting in the back, looking forlorn. "Honestly. I don't care what he needs to do that requires this secrecy."

"Says the one whose motto is 'never tell'..." Strife pointed out dryly.

"Not when someone is this traumatized!" The fact he actually deigned his eldest with an answer to his needling showed how upset the Firstborn Nephilim was about the situation. "She cannot handle this after losing Azrael."

"Who can't handle what?" Another voice came from further down the hallway. War meandered down the thick carpet. "Grace's already in class? Things took a bit longer than expected."

"A bit longer?" Death hissed when getting over his shock. "Do you have any idea how upset she was when you just disappeared!?"

"I didn't want to upset her by telling where I was going in case things didn't work out." The younger Nephilim pushed his elders aside, moving into the classroom. A wail greeted him, followed by a child-shaped missile smashing into his chest. "Hello, my little cloud."

"Where were you!?" The eleven-year-old demanded with a small wail.

"I had to do something important." War waved Puppy off, leaving the room with his child. "I didn't want to upset you."

"But why did you leeeaaave?" Grace whimpered as her father put her down, offering her his hand. Sniffling, she took it.

"I had to get a surprise for you." The Red Rider led her through the fortress, ignoring his siblings. He knew they were always loath to start arguing in front of his daughter so for as long as she was with him, he was dodging a lecture. "But as said, I wasn't sure it would work out, so I didn't want to get your hopes up."

She followed him to the exit silently after that.

"I hope you'll like it." War smiled down at her, opening the doors. "It's over with Ruin." He pointed to the flaming horse a short distance from the massive doors.

The young half-angel looked up, her eyes widening as another, even louder wail ripped from her lips as she shot forward before even really registering what she had seen.

The form she had propelled herself against barely had time to brace, hitting the horse behind him with the force she impacted. "Well, hello there..." Azrael wrapped his arms and wings around the girl. "I guess someone missed me."

His daughter just nodded, burying her tear-streaked face in his robes. "Dun leave..."

"I won't." The scholar sat down on the ground. "I'm staying now. I'm staying now..." He pulled her closer, tears starting in his eyes as well. "I'm staying..." His voice broke as he clung to his child.