Disclaimer: Don't own anything of Darksiders 1 or 2 .

Warning: Sequel to Choices we make. The four are once again serving the council under new terms. Just what trouble awaits for them now. Has het and yaoi and mention of other goodies.

Chapter 1

Death moved through the portal that connected his home to War's. Placing the box down, Death took a look around the room noticing there wasn't that much in this one. He had moved most of his belongings into the new chambers he and War had built, this being the final one. With a wave of his hand the green portal closed leaving his old home behind. Leaving the room Death took his time climbing the stairs from the basement to the hallway making his way to his and War's bedroom. At that thought his hand raised to his neck caressing the mark he now proudly showed off.(1) Closing tired eyes Death couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen. It had been quiet the restless week for all of them.

Both the demons and angel were at it again. There was a small skirmish outside a desert realm, one that really didn't need all four of them if the reports hadn't mention the new weapons that each side seem to possess.

The four watched from a far taking in the battle. Feathers and various limbs littered the ground of the battlefield. Fury turned to her younger brother practically feeling the energy roll off him. About to say something Death stepped up from the rock he was leaning on turning to them.

"Well I think we've endured this stupidity for long enough." Summoning Harvester into its dual form, Death deflected a stray shot from a redemption cannon. There were shouts and angry calls as the two groups noticed they were not alone.

"Now they noticed us. And I so was enjoying the show." Strife sneered putting his helmet back on. Looking to Fury he held out his arm for her. "Shall we?"

Taking the offered arm the two sprinted down the mountainside weapons drawn, ready for action.

"And here I thought I was the eager one." War smirked drawing Chaoseater and following his siblings into battle. Death watched shaking his head at the younger three.

"The more things change the more they stay the same." Crouching down Death leaped onto the back of nearby Duskwing crashing it into the battlefield right beside War. With one swipe from Harvester he ended the creatures' existence. "You weren't planning on starting without me?"

"Perish the thought." War grinned moving to stand back to back with Death. There really wasn't much to the battle after they joined. Most of the angels had retreated, preferring to have their pride hurt than their life at an end. The demons, never the brightest, continued their advance. It wasn't until Strife noticed one of the fleshburster behaving strangely that he jumped back away from the grotesque creature. Usually glowing red or yellow before they detonate this one's body looked like ash covered wood and was stumbling around. Groaning in what seemed like pain, the bumbling giant made his way to Fury. Busy with splitting the minion hounds in half, Fury didn't notice the advancing demon. Cursing, Strife called out to her but it was blocked out by the noise from the ongoing battle. Knowing if he used Mercy or Redemption the creature would explode, thus harming anyone in close range, Strife sprinted and dodged his way to her.

"Get down!" Tackling Fury to the ground the two rolled just as the creature burst, a wave of energy and debris washing over them and the remaining forces. War turned hearing his brother's shout. Eyes widening at the oncoming attack he turned to Death noticing the other was further away. Sprinting backwards War tried to dodge the strange energy wave but was tackled to the ground by a group of minions that were waiting for him behind a fallen corpse.

Death turned around just in time to see the explosion nearly falling from the shock waves. Sidestepping various flying objects Death threw Harvester towards War. The scythe flew through the air in a wide arch slicing through a few of the demonic hounds. War rolled to the side crushing the remaining beasts with Chaoseater. Unfortunately this gave the oncoming explosion time to reach him. Seeing no way to avoid it, War thrust Choaseeater into the ground and braced for the impact. The stench was the first thing that hit him, followed by the immense heat. It didn't necessarily hurt him but he felt it seep past his armor and into his skin. Gritting at the strange feeling it only lasted a few seconds before dispersing into thin air. Blinking a few times War looked down at himself to make sure there wasn't anything amiss.

"War?" Turning around War noticed Death standing behind him. About to stand a wave of dizziness overcame him. The last thing he remembered seeing was Death's eyes.

Death lurched forward to grab hold of War before he hit the ground. Leaning his brother against his shoulder Death looked around for Strife and Fury. He located them further in the center of the battleground not moving. Looking around Death saw a few remaining demons still alive. They were making their way towards the (hopefully) unconscious riders. Glaring at the hell spawn, Death only took a second to split his soul. His green counterpart wasted no time traveling to his sibling's side blocking the battleax. Glaring at the Phantom Guard Death advance towards them finishing the rest off. The purple Death carried War on his back making his way to the others. Looking behind him, he made sure that the statue was still in range. Lowering War gently onto the ground he reached to pull at Strife. Brushing off a few pieces of demon entrails and muck, Death was revealed to see the two really were only knocked out.

"The things you three put me through." Sifting back together, a long dark shadow covered the three riders and much of the field. Death had turned into his Reaper form floating down to reach for the others. Gently, he cradled the three in one arm making sure not to drop them. With his other hand he used the scythe to open a portal leading back to War's home. Checking the field once more to make sure he didn't miss anything, Death phased into the portal watching it as it closed.

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Opening the door Death peeked his head inside. He made sure to dress any wound the others had sustained and made sure they were comfortable before leaving to report to the Council. After explaining everything that had happened the Council surprised Death even more by stating that they would not call upon them until Death made sure that they were able to take on any missions. That was when Death made a final stop to his home picking up the last of his belongings.

Sitting down on the bed Death removed his mask placing it on the nightstand. Looking back down, he smiled at War's sleeping face. His brother was sleeping on his stomach the sheets pulled down to his lower back. War muttered something in his sleep turning his head to the other side of the pillow. Death smiled at his brother. Removing his boots Death flopped onto the bed careful not to wake War. Breathing a sigh of relief, he turned to his side one arm reaching for War. The body seemed to move closer to him until War's back was against his chest. Placing a kiss on the bandaged shoulder Death wrapped his other arm around War's waist and closed his eyes. He felt a warm hand slide into his locking their fingers together.

"How do you feel?" Death kept his voice low. Rest was what they all needed this time. War grunted, moving his head to the side to look back at Death. His eyes were only half opened a sure sign of weariness. Careful of his shoulder, he moved around so he was face to face with Death. Leaning forward he placed a chaste kiss on his brother's lips before moving his head to rest on Death's shoulder.

"I've felt worst." Was the sleepy response. Death was tempted to roll his eyes at the cryptic answer. Guess he was rubbing off on his brother in more ways than one.

"Kids." Death snickered when War, unamused by the remark, swatted his backside. All joking aside Death rubbed at the stiff back, trying to get the knots out. War sighed in relief enjoying the cool fingertips soothing his sore back.

"Rest now War. We'll have time for more, later." Death didn't have long to wait for War to fall asleep. A few more minutes of caressing his back had the young rider fast asleep. Closing his own eyes, Death listened to the steady breathing. Before he even knew it he joined War in a deep sleep.

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Death groaned at the movement around him. Grunting he moved away pulling the blanket over his shoulders and buried his head in the pillow. There was the sound of giggling and someone shushed them. Brow drawn together in concentration Death's sleep muddled mind couldn't figure out where the noise was coming from.

"Bruthar?" Small hands shook his shoulders trying to wake him. Death blinked his eyes open, his mind still fuzzy from the short amount of sleep. He reached out grabbing the hand pulling the body close to him.

"I told you to rest War. We..."Death stopped, looked down and blinked. He blinked again hopping that would clear his vision. Nope no such luck. Sitting on the bed were three young Nephilim children looking very much like his brothers and sister. Death just stared dumbfound not sure what was going on. He looked to see Strife rub his eyes yawning, hair sticking up in every direction. His night shirt was constantly falling over his shoulder no matter how many times he pulled it up.

Fury was the one giggling, brushing her shoulder length hair to the side behind her ear. Taking the back of Strife's shirt, she tied it in a knot and pulled to make sure it stayed in place. Strife blushed, muttering a thanks. Fury turned to look at her brother pulling her own gown to cover her cold feet.

"Can we have breakfast now Death?" Looking down at the voice that asked large pale blue eyes looked back at him. War was sitting on his lap with the sheet being his only clothing. Looking between the three faces was the only thing Death seemed to be able to do. War frowned placing his forehead onto Deaths. It was the way he remembered his brother testing for a fever and right than Death looked paler than usual.

"Is Death sick?" Fury asked peeking over War's shoulder. Moving back Death closed his eyes taking in a deep breath. He had no idea what was going on. He remembered the battle, tending to others wounds, reporting to the Council, retrieving the last of his belongings and then returning home to rest by War's side.

Death's eyes snapped open and he moved forward on the bed nearly knocking War off. He grabbed him before he could fall apologizing to the child. Thinking back he remembered the strange energy wave that washed over the others, knocking them unconscious. Looking back down at the three, Death had to guess they were about the age equivalent of a human seven year old. Death groaned remembering how much of a handful the three had been each at that age.

"Are you ok Death?" War cupped his brother's face wondering what was wrong. His brother was acting strange and it was starting to scare him. Death reached for the small hands, his completely covering War's smaller ones.

"Its fine War. Everything will be fine." Trying to smile be hugged the small body to him patting both Strife and Fury on their heads.

"At least I hope so."

1. In the the game and on cover art the creators have Death wearing a scarf or armor piece that covers his neck. So I make it a point to not have his neck covered for this purpose.

I couldn't decide if I wanted to write a fic where Death had to take care of his siblings turning into children or them switching bodies. In the end the first idea won. Poor Death, it never ends. Still in rough draft form might have to go and change it. Hope everyone enjoys.