Category: Darksiders I & II

Rating: M

Couples: Azrael/War, Strife/Caim

Warnings: AU, Yaoi, Lemon, Mpreg

Chapter: 5

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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The lessons of Puppy were quite forgotten after that. They moved everything into the central courtyard, where there was enough space for everyone to cluster around the Archangel. Grace had calmed down after a good while, though she still clung to her mother with every ounce of strength her paternal heritage afforded her.

War was talking, telling his siblings of everything that had happened both that morning and the day beforehand. Fury refused to believe that he had not killed anyway during the course of it.

"You do have a horrible track-record with the White City recently, you know." She pointed out, sitting opposite of her youngest brother and his small family. Her mouth-corner quirked when noting that Azrael had half-encased War in one wing. "Almost every time you visit the White City, people die or nearly do."

"Well, not this time, thank you very much." War was equally possessive, his gauntlet wrapped around Azrael's waist.

"I still place my doubts at our parents suddenly being all positive about this." Caim spoke up, sitting on Azrael's other side. When his younger sibling had arrived, the elder brother had hugged him and only quite reluctantly let go again. "They called a 'Puer Sacramentum', for Creator's sake!"

"And we already covered why they did that." Azrael whispered, looking at his Fallen sibling. "Besides... they kept your things, Caim."

"My... things?" Almost automatically, his eyes flitted outside to where some of his company where watching the family-reunion.

"A good part of your favourite clothes, some odds-and-ends – including several drawings I made for you back in the day – and... well, they have your sword too."

For that, the black-haired angel had no answer. "That was broken. I saw it broken... right in front of me." He had really liked that sword, but if

someone Fell, it was 'tradition' to destroy all possessions.

"They reforged it." The scholar added. "Shortly after finding out exactly why you Fell, apparently. Dad... dad told me that mother had been devastated. Especially after several guards dared assume they could just take your things for the burning."

"She tried to obliterate me from up-high." His voice had started faltering, growing quiet.

"Her son she had thought – and in a certain way, considering how Hell can be, hoped – dead suddenly revealed himself with clear intent to have her kill him after someone else nearly killed her husband – need I remind you how long they have been together?" Azrael tightened his hold on Grace as he said that. "How would you expect her to react? Take it calmly?"

His brother said nothing in answer, turning away from his sibling. Said sibling leaned against his mate.

"Anyway..." War tightened his hold. "We had a short chat with them before returning here, part of why it took us so long to get back." He smiled lightly. "Apparently, Azrael is with child again." The mystic in his arm grew flustered at that, not helped by the knowing smirks of the Nephilim across of him. "Being highly emotional is apparently his trigger for that."

"Well, excuse me for being happy..." The scholar moved his wings a couple times to smooth down the feathers. "This does mean that we have to marry before that becomes apparent, otherwise the whole mess will start all over again."

"'Marry'?" Death echoed, leaning forward a bit. "Let me guess, it's about needlessly complicated as it can get?"

"For one of Azrael's standing, the ceremonies will take the better part of several days..." Caim spoke up in amusement, though he was still not looking at his sibling. "Even if our parents cut what they can, you'll be there for three at the least."

"You're coming too, you know." Azrael dryly pointed out. "You're my brother. You can damn well attend my wedding."

"I'm Fallen." The Commander spread his wings to showcase the black feathers. "I don't think I can just walk into the White City."

"You can as a guest being there for me." War supported his mate. "You are the Commander of my forces, so to speak. It would be strange if you were not there."

Instead of seeming happy, the Fallen flinched at that.

"I will need guard for my visits while planning." Azrael declared serenely. "I'll be taking you."

"You're leaving again?" Grace whispered at that.

"For short visits. You can come, if you wish." Her mother moved his free wing, closing it around her.

"Dun wanna." The girl shook her head, burying her face in his clothes.