#darksiders usiel

[askthedarksidersfam]

Imagine for angels, the longer they stay out of Heaven, the less colorful their wings become. If an angel stays for years away, their magnificent pearly white feathers slowly gray, brown and start to mottle black. The further they stray from their realm, they gradually lose their grace.

Soon, if they are gone for years, if not centuries, white is absent, leaving behind sooty black and browns, and their right to return home.

[proxis-shattered-expectations]

Decided to draw Fury and Usiel this time around for Darksiderstober 2022, for Day 16 "Alliance.". I admit for an angel, he was the most humble and cared a great deal about the men under his command, and Fury will never admit it, but I'm sure she would find that admirable. Hence why she doesn't deny outright an alliance with him. Hope ya like, Prompts are here , and stay tuned

Art is mine

Fury and Usiel belong to Darksiders universe

Prompts by @another-darksiders-blog

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[deadharvester]

As an aside to my shit posting this night lmao

Can we talk about how fucking stupid Usiel is????

This mfer warns Fury about Lust, has been fighting against them for a long ass time, tries to help Fury take them down... And still gets manipulated????!!!!

This dumbass was so easily manipulated by two damn sentences, its no wonder he ended up in a bog with only a handful of Hell guard vs Uriel and her army of them. This guy chose to aid a demon he'd been against over helping the Horseman trying to help his stupid ass?! As if she didn't have the power to slaughter him?!

The angels in this series are kinda notorious for dumb choices (Azrael, Abbadon, Lucien to name a couple), but this is was by far one of the dumbest choices Usiel could have made like wtf, guy???

I get he was desperate, but even he knows helping Lust and dealing with them was a bad idea.

[alphagravy]

[sophi-s]

Being a Horseman isn't easy. The Four, even after the fall of the Charred Council, still have plenty of enemies. Fury found out the hard way when a relatively easy mission turned into a deathtrap.

But sometimes, choices we make can have consequences that return to us in moments we wouldn't expect. By his honor and the promise he'd made a long time ago, archangel Usiel returns the favor, pulling the Black Rider out from the claws of Hell's minions. How he knew, she would need his aid, is a mystery..

"Life for life, Fury. Like I promised you."

Like @another-darksiders-blog suggested, no Hollow for Fury's hair :D

I cannot believe I hadn't drawn this sooner. Just kidding, without my tablet I would sooner open an umbrella in my butt than paint this on Gimp XDD

Also, don't worry. Fury will be fine in no time. It's noting a healing shard can't fix. I'd rather worry for the guys who tried to stop Usiel from getting to her 😂

[elyslesnothing]

Female demon: You wouldn't harm a lady, would you?

Usiel: The ding dong of justice is unisex.

[mehiwilldoitlater]

I've never been a fan about creepypasta, but on these days i started read some, of them. Some are good ,some are less but they're not that bad.....so i came out with the idea of whatching Marble Hornets with the DS characters and i imagine Usiel and Azrael bieleve that all of the Entries were real and they want to know what happened to Tim.....Death had to tell them the thruth and they start to realize the humans hability in create horrors and nightmares.

[granddaughterogg]

Darksiders: The Great House Party - chapter 2

Jealousy

The party unfolds and the Reader has to confront her own long unresolved attraction to Strife, who - yeah, you've guessed it - is acting kind of like an asshole. Thankfully Azrael sees right through him!

(You can read the whole work on AO3 if you prefer. I removed the link because Tumblr apparently renders posts with links invisible to the searching algorithm. Oh well. Go there and look for Granddaughter_Ogg.)

The heat of the humid summer night clung to your skin. You felt the moisture trapped in your hair, a trail of sweat wandering down your back under your light cotton sundress.

You stood on the doorstep, nursed a beer, and watched the party unfurl around you.

All the guests invited answered The Call, as you’ve jokingly named it. War made a face and Death told you you shouldn’t use such wording flippantly.

It took three weeks of intense communication between the realms to get the invitations out. Sometimes you’d use Vulgrim’s Serpent Holes, sometimes you’d resort to e-mailing (Azrael was definitely one progressive archangel). Setting a date that fit everyone’s schedules proved to be a tall order, but —to your pleasant surprise— they were all here now.

‘I guess they do like me,’ you thought to yourself. It was a good thought to harbour, like a little fuzzy creature held to your cheek.

The spacious yard before you teemed with life, the buzz of conversation high in the air. War has brought out all the sofas, the recliners, and even your bean-bags for the smaller guests to rest on. He and Death also carried in some wide tree stumps for the magical Scots-people, although none of them were that fond of sitting. „Ma legs start to feel funny when I do thaet fer too long,” as Ulthane would say. The Makers were an energetic bunch.

Ulthane and War built the barbecue in your garden. That’s right —built, not just put together, because it was humongous. The smallest stones used for its base seemed bigger than your head. An iron-wrought lattice served as the grill grate. War apparently “borrowed” it from some abandoned house down the road.

„No one is going to miss that thing,” or so he told you. You thought that even if there were, in fact, people living in that decrepit place, they probably laid low in fear while one angry-looking giant took their gate away.

Various meats sizzled on the barbie, filling the yard with an appetizing scent. There were chicken legs for the humans —you specifically asked for them— but also a whole deer.

Where the heck did Ulthane get a deer?

You watched the Maker flip the roast with the steady hand of a pro while he chatted with War. The Red Rider wouldn’t be pulled away from all this food even with a bulldozer.

His lightning blue eyes twinkled with glee. You knew this is where your second love’s gonna stay until the party’s end.

At least until the end of deer.

Death and Strife have rolled out a battery of beer kegs. There was also a table where the small-handed folk could mix their own drinks if they so wished. Fury’s acquaintances from Haven (a bunch of perfectly nice kids, from what you could gather) were already helping themselves to it. Their laughter rang in the air.

‘Maybe I’ll join them,’ you thought, ‘But not just now. In a while.’

Twenty feet away from them resided Fury herself, who was in charge of the music. She lounged on a pile of bean bags and clicked continuously on her laptop, which has been connected to Strife’s high-end gamer speakers. She looked ecstatic. The beat of Beyonce’s „Sweet dreams” boomed loud and clear in the trees.

Uriel and Usiel perched on two ends of the longest sofa available. Both looked awfully nervous, sipping their drinks and kicking their feet to the tune. They tried their damnedest not to peek at each other.

‘Oh, great,’ you smiled, ‘We’re gonna have some good ol’ party drama. Just like in high school.’

Speaking of drama. Strife really threw you for a loop there. The sly fucker brought in his two girlfriends.

At least that’s who you assumed they were.

„Angela, Janice, meet the resident Princess Peach of this house!” The gunslinger’s voice boomed in your ear, making you wince. You turned around and there he was, looking damn fine in tight jeans and a black shirt with its sleeves rolled up. You could admire all the ink.

His voice was already anointed with booze, eyes sparkled mischievously. Strife had both arms around two of the finest women you’ve seen in a while.

They were both crazy tall and wearing spiky heels. The gunslinger didn’t even tower over them that much. Long and lean ladies, leggy, all in all beautiful. Angela was the dark-skinned one in a gold-sequined number. She blew you a kiss. Janice was pale and had perfectly straight, silver blonde bangs, the kind of which you’ve only seen in fashion magazines so far. The hair reached all down to her ass.

She scrunched her nose at you. You felt awfully short and fat all of a sudden.

Like a peasant standing next to royalty.

„I have a name, you know...” you hissed at Strife. He gave you a shit-eating grin. The bastard.

„Angela. Janice. So nice to meet you.” You nodded stiffly at the two goddesses, not sure whether or not to offer them a hand. Theirs were busy stroking the smiling Horseman.

„Gosh, is that Azrael over there? Sorry, gotta go!” You huffed and ran.

His smirk burned you even while you fled.

You dove into the angel headfirst. Like a kid running to their mom when they’ve been bullied at the daycare.

„Why hello there,” Azrael’s level timbre was music to your ears. You pressed both palms into his gown and looked up to that sensitive, intelligent face, into the all-knowing eyes, which were now twinkling with amusement.

„Sorry about that,” you breathed, ”Had to get myself out of a tight spot.” He just nodded. Of course he did.

„So, Az. Are you having fun?”

He smiled again and lifted up a flute of champagne.

„I have to say that I am,” He missed a beat and then stated simply: „You care about him, don’t you.”

You inhaled sharply.

„You talkin’ about Death or War? Because I sure as hell do care about them both.”

Azrael let out an adorable little chuckle.

„Of that I am fairly sure. No, I meant the third brother. The troublemaker.”

„Strife?” you snorted, „No way! Why would I want to have anything to do with that irresponsible, nasty, self-centred piece of ass…?” Your voice trailed off, „Besides he only dates models,” you mumbled.

Azrael took a sip from his flute.

„This is exquisite. Who picked this vintage?”

„Death did. I don’t know shit about them finer drinks,” you said absentmindedly. Where was Death anyway?

Azrael chuckled again.

„I admire your piercing candour. Never change.”

Twenty feet from you, Fury climbed to he top of her beanbag throne, eyes ablaze, an angular bottle in one hand and a pair of headphones in the other.

You realized with a start that the most sensible of the Four was probably full of Jack by now.

Her exultation shone like a hundred suns.

„Hey, that’s my gear! Watch it!” That was Strife, lounging on a recliner with a bottle of his own. The pretty ladies all but slithered over his long frame.

You looked away.

„Fuck off, brother!” cried Fury with gusto, „Dear guests! This one goes out for all the feathery friends who joined us tonight!”

The vibrant tones of Beyonce’s „Halo” filled the yard.

Remember those walls I built Well, baby, they're tumbling down And they didn't even put up a fight They didn't even make a sound

Uriel stole a glance at Usiel. Usiel looked back. Then they both abruptly turned away from each other.

„Oh, my,” whispered Azrael playfully, „That’s so sweet, it’s making me blush.”

You gave him a hard stare.

„You almost never blush, Azrael. You make other people blush. That’s your M.O.”

I found a way to let you win But I never really had a doubt Standing in the light of your halo I got my angel now

You couldn’t let Uriel and Usiel out of your sight. It was fascinating. She stared into the other angel’s eyes with hard resolve and wiggled her eyebrows, finger pointing at the portion of the yard that served as the dancefloor. The humans were already there.

Usiel nodded curtly and they both stood up. Their wings brushed awkwardly against each other. You could tell that neither of them is any good at dancing.

„You know me so well.” Azrael’s knowing smile started to get on your nerves.

„I knew you just once, I mean in the Biblical sense. But it sure was eye-opening.*”

„Yes, I can remember.”

„What, are you gonna gloat now?”

„Never.” The angel leaned in closely. In his eyes was only kindness.

„I cherish that memory greatly. I cherish you. That’s why I’m going to tell you this: not one of those stunning females currently all over Strife is his date.”

You looked through him as if he was a windowpane.

„I need to find Death”, you stated bluntly and left.

You're everything I need and more It's written all over your face Baby, I can feel your halo Pray it won't fade away…

The angels shared a kiss before the song ended.

* Please see my other story called Azrael is a kinkster for juicy details.