Category: Darksiders I & II

Rating: M

Couples: Azrael/War, Strife/Caim

Warnings: AU, Yaoi, Lemon, Mpreg

Chapter: 7

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 can see why." Caim murmured, reaching into the box and toying with some of the objects. "I hated you..."

"We had no hand in your Fall." The older angel's shoulders slumped lightly. "Your mother was devastated."

"Azrael mentioned that." The Fallen angel pulled out one of his paintings, looking it over. "Must have been hard on her... First me and not a year later one of her only brothers..."

"Debatable." Rahab mused, before smiling as he looked out the window. "And there she is. Brace yourself, my son. She wanted to have words with you ever since the Puer Sacramentum."

Caim had to resist the urge to point out that legally he was no longer their son, and the elder angel should most assuredly not call him that. What would the unFallen guards outside the office think if they overheard a Firstborn claiming kinship to a Fallen?

Completely aside from the fact that he had more sense than that, he was interrupted by his mother entering the room.

"I was informed Azrael and his Fallen guard had arrived." She stated, marching inside. Her eldest flinched lightly at the sight of the Rod of Arafel clutched in one hand.

"Half an hour ago." Her husband answered her, gesturing to where the black-winged male was sitting on the ground.

By the time she arrived at his side, Caim had only managed to stand up halfway.

"What exactly were you thinking!?" Despite being almost a head smaller than he – apparently she had not grown much since his Fall – she looked about ready to rip him limb from limb. "Were you honestly aiming for me to kill you!? Have you lost your mind!?"

"I couldn't exactly beat you." Her son backed away, bumping into the chest.

"You could damn well have." The female countered, her voice a very un-angelic snarl. "There were times when you did."

"I don't think I'd have survived defeating a vaunted Firstborn." Caim threw a pleading glance at his other family for help.

"It would have been better than having my son try and get himself killed by my hand." Laylah whispered, anger fading to grief. "Why? Perhaps I was not the best mother, but why, Haniel? Did you truly have that little faith in me?"

"Well, forgive me for placing more value on Azrael's love than my tainted, Fallen ass." He couldn't even counter that his name was no longer Haniel, had not been Haniel for eons... "How could I not place that above myself?"

"And you thought I would not be upset if I killed my Firstborn after everything I did for your sake!?" Her voice broke as she almost screamed it at him, four wings spread wide in anger. If not for the standard sound-dampening spells cast on the office half of the wing of the fortress would have heard her.

"We had barely a few millennia together." His own wings were pressed against his back. "That is nothing to an angel."

"Should we remind you again of the suffering your mother went through when carrying you?" Rahab softly stated, rising to join his wife and resting one hand on her shoulder. "You have no idea what happened after your Fall. You are our son. And for the longest time, you were our only child."

"I..." The Fallen backed away a bit, unable to meet the eyes of his parents.

"It never should have come to this." His mother murmured, turning away from them. "I never..." Her wings wrapped around her body.

Her son deflated while looking at her. He struggled with himself, before reaching out. "Sorry... mom."

She answered him with a weak smile. "Well, enough of this. We are supposed to plan a wedding here." She shook her wings open, walking over to Azrael. "Finally a wedding. After eons..." The female Firstborn threw her hands into the air. "I have great-to-the-infinity-degree-nieces-and-nephews and only now one of my children deigns to give me grandchildren."

"Oh Creator, she's still on about that?" Caim dryly whispered to his father. He snorted when the older male gave him an amused nod.

"It's bad enough that I am near infertile." The shortest of the group had heard him. "I am the Archangel of Conception and have only two descendants! It's quite frankly embarrassing."

"That's not our fault." Caim muttered darkly.

"Considering how hard it is for me to conceive, I was kind of counting on you two making up for it." She flew over, patting his shoulder. "So do you have some kids around?"

"Mother!" The Fallen exclaimed in exasperation. "We have literally been talking for half an hour and you're already pestering me about that?"

"Well, it's been eons since our last talk." She countered, sighing lightly. "But I'll stop for now."

"Thank you."