Okay, I just like Enochian and figured it would fit in this universe. You can thank Bayonetta for that. My only source of good fight sequences are RWBY and other stuff based off of it. Monty Oum is the king of that stuff and it's sad that he had passed years ago. Anyways.

Enjoy.

One hundred years. One hundred years had passed while he had been recovering and brought before the Charred Council.

He didn't realize that until he had seen what was left of the city he had once seen back then.

During the years, Death had disappeared somewhere. Strife is…well, Creator knows where. And Fury was given the duty to hunt down the Seven Deadly Sins and destroy them; she's yet to return.

While they are gone, the Charred Council had accused him of starting the End War prematurely. He had defended himself, that the seals were broken, and that he was summoned. Yet the Charred Council had pointed out that none of the other Riders had heard the call. Why was he alone the only one who answered then? He didn't voice it, however, furious of their accusations. There are others who claimed that he was under the black banner of this… 'Destroyer' and was cast aside when he was finished with him.

Yet something didn't add up. When he got there, Heaven and Hell were already at war with each other. Before he was killed, the archangel Abaddon was there. He seems…shocked at seeing him there. He muttered something about the final seal wasn't broken. A shame that angel didn't live long enough. He would have loved to get more answers out of him. Unfortunately, he was killed. So was he moments later, much to his ire. By the same demon that had killed Abaddon.

But despite it all, they are not moved. It invoked anger within him. He wanted to know who it was that really framed him. He wanted to return and punish the ones who were truly responsible. If he failed, then the demons would have carried out their sentence. But he has no plans on dying. Not until he had gotten his revenge.

He's allowed to return, but only on the condition that he would be bound to a being called the Watcher. Its job is to ensure his loyalty. But he did not like being treated as if he was some dog by it. But, for now, he will have to endure it.

It was only when he was sent back to Earth did he saw that one hundred years had passed. During the time, the Kingdom of Man has lost. No, they were utterly annihilated – they were in no means prepared. Yet, in the grand scheme of things, no matter how prepared you are, you are never truly ready for what's to come. It would always come when you least expect it.

(What would she say if-?)

However, he has a mission to complete. So he can't dwell on the past. He had met up with the demon merchant, Vulgrim, who told him a little on the Destroyer, including where he can be found – a black, floating tower in the distance.

After obtaining an item that could help him, War went on to locate Samael. He is imprisoned near the area and is the only one who knows a way to get into the tower.

It was the best chance he got, so he went on.

Several hours it has been since he first landed. It was near sunset when he found several demons lurking about. They seem to be looking for something. Using the distraction, he quickly cuts them down. One attempted to flee, to warn its commander. He threw Chaoseater like a javelin, quickly bringing it down. He merely walked up to it and put it out of its misery. Not often does he give mercy, but he couldn't let the element of surprise leave him.

Yes, he is War, but it doesn't mean that he would just go into a fight head on and take down anyone. He will admit, he had once did that, eons ago. But he learned. He had lost his left arm because of it, after all. Not only because of his arrogance, but also of…something else.

It's also only logical to kill off an enemy than to let walk away. While some would be glad to have their lives, some would go and warn others, only to come back and attack in greater numbers.

After its body dissipated, he looked up. Yes…he recognized that aura anywhere. It's weak, but it certainly is Samael's. So, the demon is imprisoned after all. He wants to know why or at least what happened…however, revenge comes first. Had there been any other way, he wouldn't have to resort to asking Samael to help him. He didn't converge with demons or angels much, but he's left with little choice in the matter.

He began to move- a sound is heard behind him. He turned the sword in his hand and turned 180 degrees on his heel, the weapon flipped to his left hand. He caught sight of something rather short and directed his sword to where the neck was. It isn't meant to quickly behead someone who tried to sneak up on him (at times) but he got whoever is behind him pinned.

And at Chaoseater's mercy, is…a boy? The Horseman blinked in surprise at this. Is this…?

Hmm…yes, a child. He has brown hair, wearing mostly black and his blue eyes are wide when he stared down at Chaoseater. After his quick observation, he narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?" He demanded.

The boy looked up at him. The two stared at each other, as the boy sweated. Though…now that he looked over at him better…he seems to be…humanoid. Yet with the lack of wings, and darker clothing, it's immediately apparent that he is not an angel. But that's impossible. The humans had died out during the past 100 years. Yet there is one. Perhaps a demon wearing a disguise?

Slowly…the boy raised his hand. "Uh…h-hey there," he said with an uneasy smile, waving it. "Uh…I'm…I'm Sora." He did a quick gulp, his eyes shifting around before going back at him. "What's yours?"

The Nephilim raised an eyebrow at him. What…are they doing? Was he trying to signal something? He would have noticed if something was off beforehand. But he is nervous. Then again, any person would be if they're suddenly pinned and has a possibility of dying. A cornered animal would do whatever it takes to survive.

War looked over at him, for any sign of concealed weaponry. While it's unlikely that he would make a move, pinned as he is, some would be desperate. Then he saw it in the boy's other hand. A key shaped sword with a yellow guard around it, with it mostly normal looking…

Ah. So that's it. No demon would bother trying to copy THAT. At least, any lesser demons at least. So the only conclusion is that this boy – a human child at best – is not from this world. And from the looks of him, he became stranded here. There aren't any tears on his clothing (yet) but he can see patches of blood on him. Blood from others it seems like. At the very least, the child at least knew how to handle himself.

"Um…" The boy let out, fidgeting from the Nephilim's lack of response. Or any sort of movement.

With a grunt, he moved Chaoseater away, twirling it around in his hands and places it onto his back. He then turned and left.

"H-Hey…!" The boy let out weakly, but he didn't stop.

Out of earshot of the boy, black and turquoise mist appeared, and the Watcher formed from his iron fist. "Aren't you a bit curious about what he's doing here?" It asked him with a look.

"What the boy is doing here is none of our concern," War responded, factual. "You can clearly see that he's stranded here."

The creature gave a bit of a grunt. "…True enough. He wouldn't live long enough to get off this world anyway." It then went back into his iron gauntlet.

A harsh truth, but in some cases, it's a dog-eat-dog world out there. That's a code among demons – if you aren't strong enough, then you are killed off. Simple as that.

(It is NOT his problem. But if the boy somehow ends up like a problem, that's only then he will act.)

The platform has chains sticking to it from rocks around it, and small spires curling inwards. Walking up, he saw a Phantom General patrolling it. The general stopped before he noticed him coming. "You have killed many of my warriors," he snarled in Enochian.

"I have yet to find a warrior among you," War returned in kind.

The general chuckled. "Do you know what is imprisoned here?" He asked, gesturing to the platform under them. "There are things even YOU should fear, Horseman!" He pointed his axe at him. "Once you were strong. But now you are weak. And you are alone."

Weak he may be, but he will slowly regain his strength in due time.

"The Destroyer knows of your coming," the general continued. "Even now, he moves his legions against you!"

The Nephilim drew his weapon. "Then I'll make this quick," he said. Perhaps he would provide a better challenge than the grunts.

The general only roared at the challenge.

He waited for the general to attack. However, he decided to summon peons. War narrowed his eyes. So he would rather have them fight him, huh? Such cowardice.

"Bring me his head!" The general ordered, with them roaring as they charged.

The Nephilim sneered before getting into a stance. Much of his power may be gone, but he still knows how to fight.

They came at him. One tried to flank him as the others came at him. Hmm…in that case. He came at the ones coming at him, blocking one attack from one with his sword, before he grabbed the other with his large, iron fist. Hearing the other one coming at him from behind, he quickly shoved one off, before he used the other as a shield. That one took the attack for him. But he isn't done yet. Using the body, he used it as a flail to knock the other to back. The minion that was holding onto his weapon in surprise, was flung away landing a couple of feet away. War threw the one he used as a shield away before starting in on the other two.

He sliced off the legs off one, before bringing his sword down to slice it in half. The other tried to attack him while he was distracted, but he quickly parried it, before he sliced it at the chest…before doing another, severing its torso from its legs.

He turned to deal with the General- he grunted when one of the minions was thrown at him. He quickly flipped and got it off him, landing on his feet as the demon he had thrown off fell to the lava below. The Nephilim quickly blocked the axe intended for his head, the general growling.

So, he was hoping that they would tire him out and attempt to take him down himself. Dirty, but real fights are not fair.

The general tried to press its weight on him, so he used his iron fist to hold up Chaoseater. A battle of strength here. His ears picked up the sound of more of them being summoned. A pincer maneuver. He gave a bit of a smirk as he got better footing. And as soon as they got near…he quickly shoved the general off, using the pommel of his sword to disorientate the demon. He gathered his wrath into his right arm, as everything seemed to have slowed down. Several of them had their weapons raised as they're prepared to strike down the Horseman. He could hear the general swearing under its breath at the shove.

After the energy has been gathered, he impales the ground under him. At once, several copies of Chaoseater erupted from the ground around him, piercing through the demons that are rushing up behind him, as well as the Phantom General's legs. He pulled his sword out of the ground, shouldering it as the demons fell to the ground, dead.

The general growled as he stood on bloody legs. This is getting pitiful. He may as well end this quickly.

He slashed upwards on the general. The general tried to retaliate by bringing its axe down onto him- but he quickly used his sword to redirect the axe for it to strike the ground. He then cuts off its arm, blood sputtering out of the severed limb. He placed Chaoseater onto his back and picked up the axe in the same motion. He used the general's own weapon to slice off his other arm, slash at the chest…before bringing it down onto its head. Blood sputtered out of it from all the open wounds, leaving War to back off a bit as its body faded away like the others, its weapon with it.

Didn't even provide a challenge. At the very least, the loss of most of his powers didn't affect his muscle memory. Now that he's taken care of, he had better figure out how to open this. A quick observation around shows that there is at least one statue that is spewing blood that goes into the hatch in the middle. He looked around, seeing that the other statues weren't doing the same.

Hmm…

He approached one of them, looking over at it. It seems to have been displaced.

"Just one hideous, blood puking Gargoyle?" The Watcher let out when it came out. It gave a chuckle. "The plumbing must be stopped up…"

War ignored the Watcher's attempt at humor (at least it isn't as bad as Strife's attempt). They all had to be moved back in place, then. Simple enough. He grabs the side of it before pulling it along. It latches onto its spot. The gargoyle then has blood coming out of its mouth. It pooled up at the bottom before it began to overflow, with some of it going along the path towards the center.

Something monstrous growled in response to the second blood, along with several bangs against the hatch.

He merely ignores it, going over to the third statue and pulled it into place. The same thing occurred, only that there is laughter.

War walked up to the hatch as it opens, showing the orange and black energy coming out of it.

"War!" Samael's voice demanded, "Are you here to play executioner?" The demon himself soon emerged, the same as the last time he saw him centuries ago. He landed on the platform. "They should have sent all four of you."

"I have no interest in killing you, Samael," War answered.

"Ha!" Samael scoffed. War knew that Samael knew what he was truly after. "The Destroyer? He's beyond your reach. Beyond mine."

"Has prison made you a coward?" War asked in a condescending tone.

The demon roared at him. War stood his ground.

After a moment when Samael stopped, and they stared at each other through the eyes…before Samael smirked. "Perhaps there is a way…" he began. "But you will need to get inside the Destroyer's spire. The Tower is guarded by four of his Chosen. Bring me their Hearts. And ask me no questions…" At War's narrowed eyes, Samael answered, "My reasons for helping you are my own."

War had a feeling that there's more to it…however, his best chance at getting into the Spire would require his help. And if he must get his revenge…then so be it. Doesn't mean he has to like it. It wouldn't be the first time he had 'helped' Samael (to his annoyance). "Where can I find these 'Guardians'?" He demanded.

Samael gave a smirk. "Very well," he said, leaning back. "First, seek the Twilight Cathedral, where the Bat Queen Tiamat has gone to roost. The whole of her domain is a blistered inferno. By land, you will never reach it. Find the high ground to the east…" he waved his hand as black and blue energy formed, "…with this." Wings of shadow formed on War's back before he dismissed them. "And bring me her still-beating Heart!" He soon went into his summon circle, to come out again whenever he wants now.

'To the east, huh…?' The Nephilim thought. Start small, then work his way up. He'll need to rebuild the strength he lost over the years to even take on the Destroyer.

Lifting hi left hand, he allowed the magic to form around it, creating a light blue energy with an arrow over it. The arrow moved a bit before it pointed towards a direction. Towards the east when he leaves the platform. The tracking magic works at least.

May as well get started.

As he made his way to the east path, he noticed the boy again. He had his arms crossed, looking at the pathway. The boy moved his hands a bit to the side of the wall, as if sizing up the gap. There are some enemies over there as well, a couple of Wickeds and a Fleshburster. The boy looked at the enemies, then at the entrance higher up.

He rubbed his chin…and nodded. He took a few steps backwards, prepares himself…and took off. With the momentum of the run, he ran across the wall and onto the other side. The undead barely noticed him as he kept running, until he ran along the side of another building. He jumped, landed on the spire near it and ran across it. He then jumps down, landing on top of the pathway, before he flips himself into it.

War gave a bit of a grunt, slightly impressed. The boy is resourceful, he'll give him that.

The Nephilim eyed the pathway for a moment. Then he turns around and heads to another direction. He need to at least prepare for his trip.

He must keep himself alive, after all. It isn't wise to continue unprepared.

~o~

"Phew! A bit hot in here," Sora let out, wiping some sweat off his brow.

…Then again, the new area he's in has a lot of lava about. So, of course it would be hot.

"Well, complaining about it won't help me much," Sora said. "Better see where this way goes." And he walks on.

There are a couple of demons here…and some areas are a bit tricky to try to get across, since a few of his 'Growth Abilities' are not working as well. He can still high jump, and dodge roll, but nothing else works. Though he had gotten a wee bit creative, making some platforms with ice.

Of course, he had to quickly cross them since the lava is quickly making the platforms break.

After traversing through the area, he soon came into a new area. It feels like it's another part of the city, where a cemetery is at. Sora walked out, looking around. "Hmm…" he looked up. The sky has a lot of clouds over it. It might either rain soon or it's close to nighttime. It would be a good idea to find a place to sleep for the night.

And boy, did he work up an appetite. It's a good thing he managed to find some apples.

He walked out, looking for a place to sleep for the night. "…Hmm…it's kind of weird that there's a forest…and yet the rest looked ruined," he mused to himself, looking around.

That is indeed strange. The area around Ulthane looked lush, and full of life…yet everywhere else, it's ruined. Did he manage to keep a part of the world alive?

He paused near a tree. The boy thought back to his encounter with that man in red.

Admittedly, he didn't know why he would greet the person who could very well kill him. Was he prolonging his possible death? But the man didn't say anything or even do anything. He just pulled his sword away and left. Sora was left surprised by that…and the moment that the tension in his body is gone away, his body collapsed in relief. He caught himself on his hands and knees, panting. He couldn't believe that had happened. He just…need a moment.

It took him a while…but he slowly calmed himself. He then spent a part of the time to find out on where else to go next – two other pathways are blocked…but there's one other path he could take.

He did notice the odd trinkets hanging around a building…but he didn't pay them any mind, continuing onwards. He thought he heard sounds of battle while he was looking around…but ignored it. Though he did admittedly jump at a sudden growl. He uttered, "Nope," to himself as he quickly hurried away.

Though when he got to that next opening, he had to figure out a way to even get across the gaps. And without Aerial Dodge, he can't 'double jump' to reach up there. Or even 'slide' in the air as well.

But he DID build up some strength and skill to run along buildings and up them. Not just those, but also walls and such. If he does it right, he can practically reach the other side, while avoiding some fighting himself. The large guy on fire is new, and Sora didn't want to tackle that yet.

After sizing it up, he quickly crossed, using the buildings and the spire to get to the other side.

He did good, all things considered.

Sora then crossed his arms. "…Who was that guy though?" He asked himself. He had never seen him before. He looks human…but something told Sora that he isn't human at all. But it's certainly strange to find someone else other than himself wondering out there. There's Ulthane, sure, but…he's kind of stationary now.

The boy looked around. It's almost nighttime, and he would rather not stay in the open. Some demons roam around during the night, and he would rather not be demon food, thank you.

"…I better find a safe place then," Sora muttered before he went to do so.

It took him a few minutes to find a place. There are a couple of new enemies like those giant bats – a quick Thundaga took them down before he put them down. A few more zombies are here as well, but he took care of those as well. And a few more minutes to find a good place to sleep safely. He checked every room in a building, for at least a room with no windows. But finding none, he decided to pick a room and improvised. He quickly covered the windows with some of the bigger furniture in the room, like the wardrobe and such. He shoved the couch in front of the door, and the bed away from the windows and door before looking over at his handy work.

"This should do for now," he said as he went over to the bed and sat down. He got his bag out, and got out an apple, munching on it.

Before he got into the city, he had managed to find an apple tree. He managed to grab what he could, leaving the rest in the tree for some other animals that wanted to eat them.

He ate another one before he put them away somewhere. The boy sighed as he laid down onto the bed. "Even if it's old, it'll do, I guess," he mused. He stared up at the ceiling, looking at the cracks along it.

It's going to be a while until he can find a way off of this world. Until then…he hopes that Kairi can hang on for a little while longer. And not just her. Riku, the King, Donald, Goofy, and the others.

The boy closed his eyes. 'Please hang in there, everyone…' he thought, drifting off to sleep.

…

A loud sound – like a horn – startled Sora to awakening. "AH-! What-what was that?!" He exclaimed, looking around frantically. With the room dark, Sora fumbled around for a few minutes before he found his Keyblade, making a small flame at the time to look around. There's nothing in the room…and yet Sora had heard it as if it was next to him.

He slowly stood up and looked around. Where did it come from…? He looked towards a window. Putting the small flame out, he went over to the wardrobe and shoved it to the side. It scrapped against the ground, unpleasant to his ears after a while of silence. Once it was moved out of the way enough, he peeked outside.

The moon is over the part of the city, not a full moon, but it could be a waxing half-moon. He looked around outside before at the ground below- and the same man he encountered earlier is walking by, going…somewhere.

Sora tilted his head quizzically at the hulking man. "…What's he doing here?" He asked himself.

…Now that he thought about it, what was he doing back there earlier? Now he should have followed him to see what he was doing at that time. So, what is he doing here himself?

The boy looked out again, before moving away from the window.

This is worth checking out.

He moved the couch away, grabbed his bag and went through the door. It could only open inwards anyway, so it would have been a moot point to use the couch it if opens outwards. They would have easily climbed over the couch and attacked him. If it came down to it, he would have hidden in the wardrobe. He's small enough to hide in there, and so long as he doesn't move anything out of place, he should be fine.

'I guess those movies that Yuffie made me watch with her are paying off…' Sora thought. Even if it gave him some night terrors and nightmares at times.

He got out of the room and hurried out of the building.

The boy looked around a bit, trying to look for the man. "…Where did he go?" He asked, looking around.

He looked around…before by the moonlight, he saw something. Something that he missed when he came to the building. "…Huh?" It seems to be…a giant stone gate. The boy walked up to it, looking up at it. "That's…a really large gate," he remarked. He looked around it. "Where does it go?"

Humming at he gazed up at it, he climbed on it, getting to the top to look out. Yet he couldn't see what's on the other side. He gave a look before he climbed higher. On top of the trees that are mixed with those spikes, it seems to be a large pipe system…but where does it go?

"Hmm…" Sora grunted. "Why would there be a gate here?" Usually, gates are there to keep something out.

…But keeping WHO out, and WHAT its protecting is the question.

Sora looked back down before he carefully climbed down. Once he was on solid ground, he looked up at it. Pulling out his Keyblade, he pointed it at the gate.

…Yet nothing happened.

"Huh. Well that didn't work," Sora muttered, putting it away. He crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes at it. It must be…a different sort of gate that not even the Keyblade had worked.

The boy looked back. If that guy is around, he would come around here, right? So, it would be a good idea to try to find him.

…The problem is that he isn't sure where that guy is. So…

The boy looked around. "…Let's see if we can wait for him to come here," he said. Looking around, he found a building nearby. He climbed up the part, then the building before he smashed a window. He winced at the sound before he looked around. Sighing in relief as he didn't attract attention with his vandalism, he slips through the hole he made, before crouching down. Having his fingers onto the window sill, he peered out through the window, keeping an eye out for the man in red.

He waited for several minutes. He laid down… burnt a part of a stick enough to draw a few things on the walls or the floor with the charcoal… and played around with magic a bit, making a small wind on the tip, an icicle, before boredom caused him to take a bit of a nap, using his bag as a pillow…

…And he jumped again when he heard that horn again. He bit back a groan, covering his face. "Not again…" He muttered; his voice muffled by his hands.

He blinked when the ground shook a bit. Then it shook again. He looked outside of the window…and he felt his eyes going wide as something giant walks by. The boy got out and leans out, using the part of the window to hang on. It's…a giant stone golem, with a blue energy orb in the center.

"Whoa…" He let out in surprise. Is that what the gate was? A giant golem?

Sora watched it walk off before he did a take, quickly recalling why he stuck around. Quickly, he looked back at where it came from. The man is heading into the pathway the golem had blocked earlier.

'…Where's he going?' Sora asked himself. The boy looked at his bag, at the direction the man is going, contemplating.

He can at least follow the man to see where he's going. On the other hand, he could just go on and try to find a way off the world himself. Yet…it might be possible that he could find a way if he follows the man.

He lowered his head a bit…he made up his mind.

He grabbed the bag, carefully climbed down and hurried off after the man.

(Let's hope he doesn't regret this.)

At the very least I kept Sora being able to use parkour as a skill. Something that he was able to do in Kingdom Hearts III. That's something I recall him doing back then before the release of the game in some trailers I believe. He's gotta have SOME skills to move around in this dangerous world after all.

Oh, and Sora doesn't know this but the bag he has is Maker made and a very durable one that acts as a pocket dimension. It also has the added benefit of keeping whatever is in there fresh. That won't be brought up until later, however. So I'm gonna put that out there. You'll know more about it soon enough.

I haven't been consistent with the chapters, and I felt it'll...take me a while to get the motivation to even continue this. The plus side of Darksiders not being known is not having a toxic fandom. Like. What's wrong with you people? If you don't like it, drop it. Let everyone else enjoy it. We're a bit about halfway in the remakes of the chapters. So sit tight.