#darksiders scenario

[proxis-shattered-expectations]

Good day love, I just came back from brunch and slamming bottomless mimosas with my girls, and…the mimosas won 😳

And whilst I lay in bed contemplating my life choices and trying to keep my $20 dollar breakfast skillet down.

Got any headcanons or scenario for Strife and Fury and Reader getting White Girl drunk at brunch and War and Death having to deal with them?

  Ah yes, Mimosas are all fun and good until one has a lil too much...they always win.  Mayhaps a scenario this time around

Brunch of Mimosas

Third person’s POV

  When Death had arrived to Y/N’s flat, he was expecting to see them along with the other siblings.  All the while hoping the house is still intact due to the foreboding image of three horseman under one roof.  To his surprise when he entered, one was there, the only one large enough to have trouble sitting on the couch. Perplexed, Death spoke up to grab his brother’s attention.  “War, What are you doing here?”

  Said nephilim snapped to attention at this, giving up on the furniture as he stood to his full height.  “I would ask you the same, but it would seem for a similar reason.”

“Which is?”

  With a gruff reply, War answered with a slightly annoyed expression, still glaring at the piece of furniture below.  “Y/N is not here.  They left a note pertaining to their whereabouts, so  I intend to wait until they return.”

  Nodding, Death glanced around the room with an almost thoughtful gaze. He dared himself to ask the obvious.  “And what of the other two? I imagine wherever the human goes, Strife is sure to follow.”

  War’s expression did not shift much at this inquiry, all he did was point to the counter.  Ontop was a slip of paper, and as Death approached and carefully plucked it from the surface, his eyes skimmed the message written.

  Got hungry while waiting, will be back after Brunch.

  Sincerely, Y/N

  P.S. Strife tagged along as well so if you wanna join, feel free to pop in at (Made up restaurant address)

  Well that explains their absence...but what of Fury?

  As if on cue, the telephone on the wall rang out with it's ear splitting symphony. The Sheer sound made both nephilim flinch as they whipped around to face the source.  For a moment they stood there, letting it ring for a while until Death caved and went over.  Tentatively, he remembered what Y/N would do to silence it, and slowly picked off the plastic contraption from its perch. Holding it close to his ear, he waited for an answer.  Breathing could be heard on the other side with undiscernible background noise to muddy any sort of words to make out. Death was about to hang up until finally, the other person spoke in a voice that left him questioning why he had to be the one to pick up. “Hello hello, we’ve been trying to contact you about your car’s extended warranty.  Is this ‘Big red’?”

  The overuse of a fake accent was strange, but the lilt and familiar drawl in the other’s voice gave it away.  Death instinctively let out deep sigh as he answered in a deadpanned tone.  “Strife, where are you and where is Y/N?”

  An Immediate answer came when he heard Strife in the background go “Oh shit, it’s the Reaper!”  Followed by a raspy laugh and another giggling, and he swore he heard the other whisper something about a prank call.  The Old Nephilim almost facepalmed at this, and would have also missed the next person that sounded like Y/N’s voice, but it was light and buzzed by the sound of it as they tried to act serious.  “I don’t know who this Strife is...but I will find you....and I will kill you.” And before he could retort, the other line hung up abruptly

The Impulse to crush the infernal device was tempting, but Death had better things to do than take it out on the communications box.  War couldn't help but give him a questioning look as Death strode past towards the door.  “Where are you going Brother?”

“To find our little wayward trio.  It seems they can’t go anywhere without proper supervision.”

*At the Restaurant* 

  Death had seen many things in the multitude of worlds and eons he has lived through, and while War was the youngest, he certainly was no exception.  But even the sight before them had left them stumped and without words.  

  The restaurant was mostly empty save for the waitress and barkeep, both of whom would not bother looking at the two nephilim, instead were currently transfixed on the lone trio in the back corner of the room.  Death himself was almost afraid to approach.

  Fury was currently sitting there, but from her slouched form laying her head on top of the table, it was hard to even tell if she was conscious due to how still she was.  That in itself was shock enough.  The other came in the form of Strife (No surprise), who was now standing in front of the wall with an apple on his head, struggling to keep upright and balanced.  At the center of it all was none other than Y/N, also standing but holding what looked like a butter knife in their grasp as they held it upward.  They were facing Strife, who called out in a blurry form of speech.  “C’mon Y/N, you can do it!! I believe in you!!!”

  Next to him, War’s eyes seemed to light up in pure shock, taking the incredulous sight in, and Death couldn’t blame him for the bewildered puzzlement.  It’s not everyday you see Nephilim and a human wasted while attempting to play knife throwing, and before War could have a chance to speak up, Death stopped him as he quickly muttered.  “No...I wanna see how this plays out.”  Even if they were obviously drunk, Death was not about to let the opportunity of a butter knife hitting Strife in the eye pass up.

Both watched as Y/N wavered to the side a bit, and without missing a beat, flung the knife forward hoping to hit the fruit.

Needless to say, it didn’t.

  With a metallic clang, it made contact with Strife’s chest plate and bounced off as it fell to the floor.  Strife glanced at the failed attempt, and then back to the human with a slurred quip that followed.  “Not bad for a first try....how about we try one of my knives...maybe it’ll stick better.”

  Death couldn’t help but let out a dry chuckle, half tempted to just let it happen until War saw the chance to say something before it got messy. “Strife, what in the Creator’s name are you doing?”

  Both Strife and Y/N perked up at the voice, and quickly forgetting about arming the drunk human, Strife called out as he staggered towards the pair.  “War! Yo you missed the party, it was just about to get good."  Flailing limbs met with the immovable wall of War as one arm landed on his shoulder, holding himself up on unsteady feet.  “My bro, you have got to try one of these My-mosies.  Y/N said they are pretty good and DAMN, they are good!!”

Y/N giggled in a light hearted manner, adding drowsily.  “It’s Mimosa, get it right bro.”

  Strife put his other hand up in surrender as he struggled to say his next words, laughing at the cheeky response before Death finally spoke.  “What happened to Fury then?”

  Y/N quickly piped up as they started.  “Well she came in a little later, and while we were eating I got some drinks after she said she was thirsty-”

  Before they could finish, Strife interrupted with an excited tone to his voice.  “She never had a Mimosa before, and I was already on my third so I gave her mine...Then I think it became a competition after a couple drinks?  I think after the....”  His words drifted off as he proceeded to count with his fingers, earning a concerned look from War. “Fifth? No...Tenth drink, she went to sleep...that was an hour ago.”  

  Strife still held onto War’s shoulder for support as he yelled across the room.  “Yo Fury, ya dead?!”

  A couple seconds passed without a word, but before they could fear the worst, the body shifted as an arm rose up, which proceeded to flip the bird as a coherent response.  “Yeeeaaahhh...she’ll be fine.”  Strife waved it off as he left War’s side, facing the eldest with an unnerving stare.  “You know Y/N, I think I understand that saying now.”

  “I said alotta sayings...which one?”

  Strife poked a finger at Death, almost accusingly with confidence in his slurry voice.  “The one where you get drunk until everything starts to look good....I think that’s happening right now cuz Death don’t look as ugly as usual.”

  Y/N sucked a breath through their teeth as they tried to stifle a snort, but the silence from Death was starting to become concerning as golden eyes burned back at Strife.  It wasn’t funny anymore.  “War, drag him out of here before I render him unable to see anything for a long time.”

  Needless to say, all three in question had a very fun time dealing with that hangover

Thanks for the ask and stay tuned!

[mehiwilldoitlater]

  “It’s getting dark...” “We’re almost done, i’m sure that i’ve saw a few blankets around here...” The sun was setting, a bunch of color were painting the sky in various shasdes of pink and orange. The evening star was visible in your perspective, and there was no sign of cloud. It could have been a romantic scene, if only you weren’t a survivor of the apocalypse and your companion wasn’t a giant Nephilim capable to kill an entire demon horde. You  and Strife, as you learn was his real name and not Jones like his appearence,  were currently in the rubble of what once was supposed to be a suburban area, full of houses, families..,away from the chaos of the centre of the city. Even so, that place wasn’t spare from the rage oh heaven and hell too. The bright side? That place was full of everything you and the others survivors nedded. The downside? That place was full of angels, the heavy armed ones. During the day ,the Angels preferred patrolling the center of the city, were the demons started their attacks, but during the night they used those places like shelters. With Strife was a little more easy scavengers those places, but you were, obviously, scared of the idea of him getting kill by one of those soldiers. You wanted to get home safely, hoping to not get caught offguard....untill... “...did you hear that?” “Hear what?” “SHHH!” You had to stop him with you hand, the sounds of your steps was covering that sound. He hold his hand on one of his pistols, ready to shot at the first sign of danger....but it wasn’t something like a war cry...it was..a wail of... This thoought sent a bump of adrealine in your veins, following the sounds on an almost destroyed house. Strife called out for you, following you in the same direction, he was there but enemies were too and you were an easy target! You weren’t listening, you didn’t want that, not with the thought of what was inside that house. Opening the door, the sound was stronger. A cry. “Can you PLEASE at least try to not die round here?! Ulthane want us both at sun down!” “Strife, please, listen...” He did, and his opened.  The house was empty, whatever was inside was now taken away in a hurry, but there was some sign of someone that used to live here...or at least survive.  You both started to follow the now stronger sound, Strife in front in case. You reached a door,  hung from its hinges, and opened it. Inside there was a few fornitures, broken, and a sign of a campfire, an old one. And a basket. You both dared to look inside, only to find a newborn screaming at the top of his lungs.

[darksiderwritings]

Death and readers first time

trashy-basura said to darksiderwritings:                                                                            can we get a lovely fic with having sex with death for the first time?            

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OH boy I’m back y'all! I’m working on an AU for my blog. This is a universe where the apocalypse hasn’t happened yet and humans can hold their own. I hope y’all like it! I’m gonna write some stuff explaing my AU in a bit!

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Death’s fury was palpable in the air. He and one of angel commanders were in the middle of a heated argument about how the battle was a mess and the prideful angel made a comment about how Death was a dirty mutt and it quickly became the straw that broke the camel’s back. This mission has been nothing but a series of unlucky incidents due to the angelic commanders turning a blind ear to Death’s strategy. You shouldn’t have accepted this assignment after all. The White City has been dealing with an infestation of corruption on one of the outer worlds they established a base on. They’re own forces have been unable to deal with the unending waves of specters and hollows. The angelic forces were beginning to lose their own numbers to the swarm as well as corruption overtook them. In their desperation the throne of the White City reached out to the council for assistance. In response they ordered Death to wipe out the swarm. Death knew the angelic army wouldn’t be of much use in this endeavor, so he came to you for help. You were a high-ranking Magi in the Earth Defense Force, and you believed you were close friends with Death. You readily agreed to help and convinced the commander of the EDF to send out a strike force. Leading you to this very moment.

Death took a step towards the unlucky angel gripping harvester tightly in its dual scythe form. You didn’t even notice it being summoned to him. The angel commander stuck his chest out in response and you quickly marched to place yourself between the two fools.

“Alright! Enough is enough!” you say sternly.

You spin towards the angelic commander and place your hands on your hips “You need to learn to keep your mouth shut.”

The commander sneered down at you and opened his mouth to reply.

“No” you interrupt him, “You do NOT interrupt me.”

You begin to walk towards him forcing the angel to walk backwards toward the door of the makeshift command center.

“This entire mission has been a complete mess because of you, and I’ll be sure this reaches your superior.” You keep walking towards him. “I do Not tolerate blatant racism. YOUR commanders asked us for help and we kindly have. It would be best for you to leave now before there’s a homicide and we pack up our forces and leave your army to  with your mess alone.”

The angelic commander flushed in embarrassment and stumbled out of the door without a word. You let out a sigh of relief and of annoyance. You turned towards Death who had been quiet during the exchange. He was staring down at the ground with his hands clenched so tightly around Harvester you thought it the hilt would snap. Your gaze softens and you slowly approach your friend.

“Death,” you say softly, “are you okay?”

You reach out very slowly to rest your hand on his forearm. “I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that.” You say try to console him. You rub his arm to try to comfort him. “Sweetheart you should sit…”

Death’s head suddenly snapped up and he pulled his hand away from yours roughly.

You blink in confusion. This is an unusual  reaction from him even if he is angry. “Death I’m sorry if I..” you say in shock to his reaction.

He’s never reacted to your touch like this before. You worried you pushed to hard this time. Death grabbed you without warning by your throat and slammed you into the wall. You couldn’t breathe and your heart was racing in your chest.

“I do not” Death growled, “need your help.”

Your lungs were on fire and your vision was beginning to turn black at the edges.

He continued “I do not need your pity or comfort.”

You could feel tears begin to sting your eyes. Death lurched backwards, releasing you once the tears fell down your cheeks. You crumpled to the ground coughing, trying to suck air into your lungs.

“You annoy me. You constantly cling to me like a child. I do not care for you.” Death spat out. Those words felt like a gut punch. You said nothing as he turned on his heel and marched out.

He had already left camp by the time you composed yourself and left the command center. You gave your men the order to begin breaking camp and to get ready to go back to earth. You exchanged a few terse words with the angelic commanders before your team was ready to go. You were ready to go home and be alone.

Once you arrived back to the Earths Defense Force’s headquarters you entered a daze. You got your men settled and begin on the tedious tasks that needed your attention. You hardly remember the paperwork you filled out and what you said in the debrief on how the mission went to commander Morrison. You only remember how enraged you were as you told him how ridiculous the angelic forces were. You can recall he said something to the affect of how he would handle it and to head home. He first forced you to go to the med bay to be checked out.

Your favorite doctor, Angelica, freaked when she saw the bruises around your throat. You shrugged it off and said it was nothing to worry about. Angelica wasn’t happy with that, but she let it go once you let her fret over you. She would only release you if accepted her strict orders for a leave of 3 months and she was surprised when asked if she could make it 6. Angelica tried to ask you what was wrong, but you didn’t tell her the truth. You just told her you were burnt out and needed rest. She was happy with that and happily agreed to push for 6 knowing not even Morrison, commander of the most powerful force on earth would argue with her. After leaving Angelica’s watchful eye you somehow managed to make it to the motor pool and make your way home.

You lived off base like most people, although your home is farther than most. You lived in a secluded home that was surrounded by forests and fields. Your position had its perks and came with a nice paycheck. You hated attention and liked your privacy so living in the middle of no where suits you. Once you got home you fell into your bed and became dead to the world.

When you woke up you just laid in bed not able to move. Your heart hurt and it felt like a knot was lodged in your throat. Your finger brushed against your throat going over Death’s hurtful words. You started to reminisce about the past. You and Death meet many years ago when you stumbled through a portal fighting a hollow. Hollows were humans consumed by corruption and only a select few could fight them. The creator pitied humans after seeing how the race struggled against outside forces and imbued some with outstanding abilities. Those chosen were called Magi. Magi are naturals with bending magic and nature and have different forms and levels. Hollows and magi both have different levels of power. The highest of which was the triple SSS class and you were one of them. In fact, you were the only human with ranking SSS.

Years ago, you were in a battle with an SSS class hollow. You almost leveled the city you were in. In your desperation to move the fight you managed to rip a portal open and landed on a backwater world that the angels had a base on. You and the hollow were knocked out in the process of landing there. But that’s a story for another time. You meet Death there first when the council sent him to check on the disturbance. You instantly clicked with him and you felt like the two of you had become close friends. You honestly fell head over heels for him. You’ve been flirting with him since you meet but you don’t think he noticed. You know he thinks of you as a friend too. You know yesterday was an outburst due to the situation and was just striking out in anger. You understand that but it still hurt.

You couldn’t let it drag you down anymore. You forced yourself out of bed and got to work on your daily chores and training. You continued your normal daily routine for 3 months uninterrupted. Being the only SSS class Magi had its perks thankfully. The bruises from your neck faded but the pain in your chest hasn’t. God you missed Death. The loneliness was unbearable.  You started to believe he was telling you the truth. That you are nothing but an annoying child.

One cold night after you took a shower and collapsed into bed after training particularly hard that day you were woken up by a disturbance in your room. A sudden weight on the end of your bed roused you from your slumber. You sprung up preparing an attack spell before you recognized the shape hunched on the end of your bed. Even in the dark you’d recognize Deaths form. He was sitting on the edge of your bed, bent over with his arms on his knees. Your heart clenched seeing him.

“Death…” you whispered, shocked to see him.

“you could have knocked buddy.” I almost blew you to smithereens.” You say jokingly.

Death had no response and didn’t move. You shuffled closer to him untangling yourself from your sheets. “I missed you sweetheart.” You say gently.

Death then sighed, “Why do you say that?”

“Say what?” you reply confused.

“Sweetheart.” He grumbles. “I don’t understand.”

You chuckle “It’s just something I say. Its just a form of endearment. If it bothers, I can stop.”

Deaths hands clenched. “It doesn’t bother me” he mumbles.

Your face softens and you can feel your heart melt.

Deaths body tensed up before responding. “I don’t deserve your endearment. I’m a monster y/n. I’m repulsive and murder.” Death growled. He hands begin to clench hard and he became more tense. I don’t deserve you. I’ll hurt you just like before. I came to say goodbye.”

You felt a pang in your chest and moved closer to him and draped your self on his back. Death slightly tensed as you put your arms around his neck and pressed your chest against his back placing him a tight hug. You burrowed you face against the side of his neck and sobbed quietly. Death did not move from his position shellshocked by your display of affection.

It was now or never. You had to make sure he understood how you felt before he disappeared from your life. You stopped crying and took a deep breath to calm yourself

“Oh Death,” you say, “I love you.”  You continue, “I think you’re a wonderful person. You treated me with respect since we meet, and you are a kinder person then you think. You help others and care for your siblings. You’re the single most selfless person I’ve ever met.”

You wrapped your arms tighter around him, desperate to keep him close. “Sweetheart I’m in love with you. I’ve loved you since the day we’ve meet. Please don’t leave me alone.”

Death suddenly pulled himself from your tight grasp and stood up. He turned to face you. Your heartbeat begins to crash in your ears as you worried you pushed too much again. You were worried he was going to reject you and leave. His mask gave nothing away on his feelings.  Death reached for you quicker than you could process and grabbed your ankle firmly. He roughly pulled you the edge of your bed. You didn’t fight him as he grabbed your other leg by the thigh and spread them. He stepped between your legs and used the hand not holding your thigh to push down on your chest and shove you flat against the mattress. He caged your body with his arms and leaned down to towards your face. His mask hit you hard as his head collided with yours.

“Fucking ow man!” you cry as Death recoiled a bit.

Death muttered a quiet “damn thing” before ripping his mask off and throwing into the dark recess of your room.

He then moved down towards your face again and roughly pressed his lips against your in a rough kiss. You got over your shock quickly and moaned into his mouth. It wasn’t the  best kiss you ever had honestly but your body instantly felt like it was on fire. You tug your face away breaking the kiss to try to talk to Death, but when you opened your mouth Death was back on you instantly. Death used the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth to your shock.

Death’s weight felt like it would crush you as his tongue explored your mouth. You started to struggle as you ran out of air. Death pulled back and you gulped down some air before Death’s hand moved under your head and wound his hand through your hair pushing you back towards him. Death pushed his tongue back into your mouth and you moaned again. You closed your eyes and pushed into him. You wrapped your legs against him and grinded your pelvis into his hard cock. Death suddenly pushed himself up and away from your face with a growl. A trail of spit connected your mouths for a second until Death pushed himself standing again. You whined when he stopped wanting more.

He unwrapped your legs from his waist swiftly.

You sigh, “Death I love you.”

Death growled again and abruptly gripped your cotton t shirt and yanked, tearing the shirt and reveling your chest. Your nipples immediately began to harden in to cool air. You cry out and Death hisses, staring at your chest and red face. “Death please wait. I can take it…” You say hastily before Death then grabs your sweatpants and rips those way as well. Of all the nights to not wear panties you chose tonight you think coolly as you feel the cold air hit your cool wet cunt. You were in shock as Death ripped away the rags of your clothes leaving you completely bare.

“This is hardly fair.” you whine, “You need to take something off too.”

Death said nothing as he leaned back down towards you.

“Death talk to me plea-Ah” you were interrupted by Death latching on to one of your breasts.

His tongue swirled around your nipple as his other hand fondled your other breast. You let out a short cry and wrapped your hands in his dark hair. God this is going so quick you feel so lightheaded.

He hands pinched your other nipple and you yipped. You could feel Death grin against your chest. He sucked hard and let go with a quiet pop and you let go of his hair. He stood up again reaching for his belt.  He unbuckled it and ripped it off it one smooth motion. Death used one hand to gather your wrists together and you didn’t fight. You kept them together as he let go and let him use his belt to tie them together. If this made him feel more comfortable then so be it. It’s not like you mind him tying you up. He gave an approving grunt and rolled you on your stomach.

“Fuck” you whisper.

Death pulled your hips up until you were ass up and face down. Your tied arms were bracing you to keep you in this position. This was a bit embarrassing. You could feel Death grope your ass, both of his hands getting a good handful. He let go and moved to rubbing your thighs, brushing by your soaking wet cunt. You whine and arch your back into his touch. Death chuckled at you and slowly moved up your thigh. His index finger brushed against your wet folds, exploring every inch. He teasingly rubbed your clit drawing a moan from you. He circled your entrance before pushing his finger in. He sharply thrusted his finger in and out a few times while you blushed even harder and your breathing quickened. God you needed him now.

Death apparently had the same idea as he pulled his finger from inside of you. “Death please,” you moan, “I need you to fuck me. Please please please.”

You hear Death unzip his pants and could imagine him pulling out his cock. God you wanted to peek. He felt huge when you were grinding against him. Death grabbed your hair and pulled your face from against the mattress. You cry out a bit from the pain but don’t fight him.  You took a quick breath in when you felt something hot and hard press against your core. Death stopped moving though. You decided to wait for him to speak.

Death spoke finally after what felt like an eternity of silence “Tell me you love me.”

You blink twice in confusion before realizing what Death said.

Death snarled and yanked your hair roughly. “Tell. Me. You. Love. Me.” He said slowly

“I love you Death,” you sigh, “I love you more than anything in the universe,”

Death snarled again thrust his cock roughly inside of you, knocking the breath out of you. God he WAS big. He thrusted into you sharply placing one hand on your hip to steady you. He shoved your face back into the mattress but kept your hair wrapped tight around his hand. you try to catch you breath but every thrust knock it backs out if you. You were stretched painfully wide around his length. The pain begins to melt into pleasure slowly. As you grow used to his length Death removes your hand from you head once he’s sure you wont move. He grips your hips harder to brace you against him. You could feel your orgasm get closer every second. After a few more thrusts you clench around him as you stumble over the edge. You close your eyes and cry as your orgasm hits you hard. Death snarls again as you clench around him and fucks you hard through your orgasm. He gets even rougher. His thrusts become harder and your sure your going to have bruises on your hips with how hard he’s holding you.

Your legs give out under you and Death hold you in place with your hips. He fucks through two more orgasms not giving you a moment to recover, you were reaching your limit. Every thrust made stars prick your eyes. You couldn’t get your thoughts together. All you could do is moan and cry under Death’s touches. Death’s movements became more desperate and hurried.

He finally spoke again “Tell me you love me again. I need to hear you say it.”

Somehow you registered it and managed to choke out “I love you.”

Death sharply thrusted deep inside you as his orgasm overtook him. You could feel his hot cum fill you up. You breathe hard as you finally get to recover. You could feel his cum leak out of you. Holy shit that’s a lot you think. Death lowers you until your laying down again on the mattress half draped over the edge.

The room was quiet except for your breathing. Death was the one to break the silence.

“I need to go.” He says quickly before gathering himself and stumbled out the door before you could respond.

You yelled after him, “wait! At least untie me first!”

You groan and smack your head against your mattress. You peek up and look over your shoulder. You can slightly make out the outline of Deaths’ mask on the floor in the dark. You laugh and mumble “Dumbass”.

You use your magic to burn the leather belt around your wrists and drag yourself up the bed. He can’t get mad for you destroying his belt after leaving you. Just a bit of payback. He’ll back soon you think to yourself happily.

[proxis-shattered-expectations]

Do you write fanfiction of your OCs? If so, can we have a taste?

I do. I plan on working on the Full story of Siva sometime in the future detailing her survival through the biblical apocalypse, but I am only working on a one shot for now. It takes place after the end war, maybe a couple months after the events of Darksiders, and it covers about how Siva is coping to a peaceful life, but no human ever comes out unscathed after her experiences. I put the Beginning snippet of it here , but I can share a little more too...

Siva's POV

With a sharp gasp for air, I shot up from my bed with a start, my heart and head pounding against their weak prison of flesh as tried to get oxygen back into my system.  Through the ringing in my ears, I could hear a torrent of rain against the window, beating harshly to create a constant patter of sound.  I had almost come back to my senses before a sudden flash of white light filled the room, making me tense up and freeze in place.  Without even thinking I rolled off the mattress and onto the floor, my feet meeting the ground as my eyes flitted against the illuminated  darkness.  Where is it?!  Where did I-

The shimmer of metal caught my eye, and I made a desperate sprint toward the hammer that rested at the door. I was so close...until the resounding boom of thunder sent a shock throughout my body, making my limbs lock in place.  The last thing I registered was my body falling to the floor in an uncoordinated heap of limbs, my head was throbbing, and I couldn't hear anything except the staggering gasps for air as I laid there.  The sheer sound of the elements outside sent my mind reeling, my adrenaline was pumping through my veins, and the terror came back in a raging force.  All I could manage to do was curl up where I was, clenching my teeth as I felt a phantom pain run through my frame, wheezing as my stomach began to churn in ways I never thought possible.  As if my body was preparing for the worst.  

I don't know how long I spent on the floor, trying to still my beating heart that seemed to want to escape from my chest.  Time spent clutching my gut as if my insides were imploding, while my brain wracked against my skull from all the images burned in my memory forever.  The smell of burning flesh, the smoke and rot that permeated in the air with every life lost.  The sights of endless bodies littered  across the Earth, flesh and blood strewn about, and hopelessness of being the only one......it all came crashing down.

All I seemed to recall doing in that moment was summoning what ever strength I had, and while grabbing Ironbark from it's place, proceeded to drag myself to the only enclosed space I could think of.  The storm outside continued to rage, and all I knew was that I need to get as far away from it as possible.  Some where quiet and small.  Somewhere safe.

Once there, I crawled into the space that was my closet, and there I stayed.  Huddled in the corner, my back turned away from the outside world as I leaned against the wall for support.  My grip on the hammer had tightened considerably, trying to regain some semblance of composure through the storm raging within.  Breath........just breath.......

I tried to make as little noise as possible, keeping my dry sobs to a whisper as I repeated to myself.  "It's over now......It's over now.....It's all over now......no need to be afraid...."

It was as if I were in a trance.  My every instinct was fighting to stay awake no matter what, even though my mind knew there were no more demons or ghouls.  The thunder certainly didn't help, for I seemed stuck to the corner, fearing what I would see if I turned around.  The faint noise of heavy footsteps almost escaped me due to the storm overhead.  When the lightning passed, I heard it. .

.....Oh god.....I'm gonna die. 

   The thought came without warning, and before I knew it, my entire being tensed uncomfortably as a sense of dread over took my mind.  I wanted to fight it, whatever had just entered my home, but I couldn't move.  I was too scared, and i felt as if I was caught at my weakest.  I shut my eyes in resignation as the footfalls got closer, but when I felt the presence right behind me, I also registered something else. 

The sound of heavy armor clinking against itself echoed in the darkness, heavy steps that stopped right at the door, followed by a scent.  That familiar scent that I faintly could recall.  While not as tinged with foul blood and smoke from before, the smell of iron, leather and the earth filled the small space.  It was so strong that it began to draw me from my forced trance, but I dared not move until I was absolutely sure.  Then after a moment of eerie silence, the familiar deep voice rose above the thunder. 

"Siva?"

.......War?

My intial surprise was overtaken once more by the lightning strike outside, letting out a small whimper as I burrowed my face into the corner.  Even as the thunder passed, I could not muster the courage nor the strength to answer back, too focused on trying to calm myself down.  How is he here....and how did he get in?   When I heard nothing, I tried to brush it off.  Maybe the lack of sleep is making me imagine it......do I really miss him that much, that I think I-

  "If you do not answer, I will break this door like the other.".

.....That explains how he got in....and proves he's.....real.

Clearing my throat, my voice wavered from the closet corner as I replied in haste.  "I'm fine- just uhhh......resting?"

For a mere moment, a quiet energy hung in the air like a heavy mist.  It was almost suffocating, and as I took a faint breathe to quiet my mind, the doorknob to the closet began to shake.  I only watched as it turned one way then the other, and with uncharacteristic care, the large nephilim opened it as he poked his head in.  Even with the darkness, his brilliant gaze lit up the small space, his eyes trained on my form as he looked to me for confirmation.  I stared back with weary eyes.  ".......Hi big guy."

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