Category: Darksiders I & II

Rating: M

Couples: Azrael/War, Strife/Caim

Warnings: AU, Yaoi, Lemon, Mpreg

Chapter: 12

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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Strife watched the small girl bob along with the log she was sitting on. "You better get your sister, Grace. There's a waterfall in ten miles."

"Eh." War's firstborn was sitting on Regret, legs crossed at she scratched the horse's neck. "Got ten miles before she gets there then."

"And only like a hundred yards before she hits the shields." The White Rider pointed out over the giggles of his youngest niece. "Gabriel, get off of that."

"Nah." The small girl laughed now, waving at her family.

"I guess she's having one of Azrael's rambunctious moments..." The Nephilim sighed theatrically. "I'm going to have come get you, don't I?" He called after the girl, who kept waving. At least the water was slow... Theoretically he could just keep walking beside it until the waterfall made the girl come off that log on her own.

"Well, you are the responsible adult." Grace quite unhelpfully pointed out.

"If we're going by Nephilim-standards, that's actually you." Her uncle countered dryly, walking over to the white horse. "You earned your name, are an adult and are closer related to her than me." He took off his mask, bapping it against the angelic leg. "Now please give me my horse so I can get her." Regret did not sound amused at the thought of wading through the water. "Sorry darling, Fury still didn't give me one of her whips."

"But me and Regret like it here." Grace countered, feigning mock-hurt at her uncle. "It's Ladies' Night, don't you know?"

"Are you sure you're War's and not mine?" The black-haired male snorted, before solving his little problem by unsummoning Regret and then promptly resummoning her two feet away. Grace yelped when she did not manage to break her short fall and landed on the sandy shore of the river. Regret whinnied briefly in annoyance when her rider gracefully jumped on her back. "Now come help me get your little sister before she drifts down the waterfall."

"I call child-abuse." The light-red clad female spread her wings to follow her family-member. "Let's hope Yeqon can deal with the other three on his own." She smirked when seeing the face Regret made at having to jump into the chest-high waters.

"I'll get you some treats, how's that?" Strife asked the mare, before looking over his shoulder at the four Fallen-children. "It's only a little bit, Grace. Creator, and then Death complained about me."

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"Enjoying yourself?" War demanded of his lover. The angel was sitting on his lap, peppering kisses over the Nephilim's neck.

"Never." The scholar purred. "As if you are not doing it."

"It has been a while." The Red Rider agreed, caressing the form on his legs. "If anything, my siblings cannot complain about a lack of patience on my end at least."

"Indeed." The slender male sat up to start opening his robes. "Though I fear we won't be able to do everything." At his husband's questioning glance, he chuckled. "You do exhaust me, Rider. How would Gabriel react to her mother napping when she is not allowed anymore?"

"Ah yes, we do really need to work on your stamina." The Horseman snorted, pulling the angel flush against his body. "Mayhap during the camping-trip?" War grinned at his spouse while assisting him in throwing the robes aside.

"I thought we were taking the girls along for that?" Azrael wrapped his arms around the Nephilim's head, combing his long hair with his fingers.

"A different trip then." The male at the bottom playfully nipped the slender neck in front of his face. "You, me, a tent and a week of free time in some corner of the Maker's world."

"Or maybe that one island on Earth?" Azrael leaned his head back to give the other better access. "The one where Caim's company was?"

"An option too." The Horseman growled lightly, sneaking his hand under his lover's tunic. "We'll see."

"Yes..." Heaven's finest mystic hissed, leaning into the touch. Only to nearly jump from his seat when someone slammed their balcony-door.

Caim was standing in the opening, wings and eyes wide open. "Demons have attacked. Grace and Gabriel are outside the shield-dome."