A/N: OHMYGAIA THERE IS ACTUALLY A BRACKET FOR THE DARKSIDERS SERIES!

Warning: Rated M for Extensive Violence, Gore, Sexual Themes, and Profanity

Chapter 1: The Fall

"To return Man to the Earth... Will require a Sacrifice."

Without a word, I stepped forward and looked down into the well of souls. I reached up and removed my mask, the very mask I had been granted by the Charred Council as a symbol of my purpose for the balance. The very mask that had become a symbol of fear for so many. With one small, final glance at the shards of the Amulet embedded in my flesh that held the souls of my brothers, the Nephilim, I fell forward.

I felt myself hit the water, if it could be called such, and nigh instantly, the pain which had been accompanying me since I slew the Crowfather disappeared, replaced by a pull in my abdomen.

"No..." came a faint whisper. "Not alone..."

The pull increased, and instead of floating aimlessly amongst scattered souls, I was falling through the air. Ash and smoke clogged the air, and my face felt as though it was masked again. As the wind rushed through my hair, I reached up to find I did, indeed have my mask once more. Instead of the gear I had accumulated through my trip to redeem War, I was in my Horseman Garb. (Imagine a Cross between the Angelic Armor Set and the Demonic Set- Similar to the Armor of the Horseman) The Seventh Seal had been Broken. War was redeemed.

I landed suddenly and drew my Scythes; Decay and Rot, assuming my standard position (oh how I lamented not being able to use Harvester all the time). The smoke cleared slowly, to reveal Strife standing tall with his pistols Mercy and Redemption raised. Next was Fury, my sister who leaned forward slightly with her whip at the ready and her hair whipping in the wind. Finally, War was shown, his red cloak in tatters, his sword Chaoseater in one hand while the other crushed the Seventh seal.

Uriel, who was standing before War with a horde of Angelic warriors, paled at the sight of the Four Horseman. War stood in the middle of a crater, and behind him, we rose. I was furthest back, and so furthest up the sides.

"It seems, brother, that you have finally become the tallest of us..." Strife quipped dryly without looking at me. His voice was surprisingly deep considering he was thinner than I. Fury tittered and I could almost feel the smirk on War's face.

"Have a care, Strife. Though I am not as tall as you or War, need we be reminded who the Council left in charge?" Fury chuckled.

"Oh, come now brothers. Now is not the time for petty squabbles," she said. In stark contrast to the three of us, with our varying gruff (me), deep (Strife), and smooth (War) voices, Fury's was more melodious than Lilith could ever dream.

"Indeed, brothers. It seems the End War is upon us. A shame humanity is absent for the Judgment," War said. As usual he spoke quietly, but with authority. It had always aggravated me that was so quiet, unless enraged.

"Humanity is restored, War, their souls are safe in Eden until such a time as the Earth is clean again," I told him. He nodded silently and we again turned our attention to the angelic host. I hefted Rot slightly.

"Now, Uriel, we can do this the easy way, where you flee with your wings tucked back to whatever angelic world you can. Or we can do this the hard way, where your wings are torn from your bodies and joined by your heads." I saw Fury shudder in delight.

"Oh, Death. But you do know how to make a girl happy." I smirked behind my mask, but kept my gaze on Uriel. In truth, I liked the Angel. She was dedicated, strong-willed, and intelligent with the ability to command the respect of her troops. But that wouldn't stop me from killing her. She blanched even more.

"We will go..." she was cut off by one of her men, who flew at War with a cry and his blade ready to plunge into my brothers' chest. He never made it. A whip crack, a gunshot, and two wet schlicks happened all at once. Decay lay on one shoulder and Rot on the other, while Chaoseater rested in the crook between his shoulder and his neck. His head, which had a bullet hole in the forehead, had a shocked expression on his face. A thin golden line appeared at his neck, and his head fell to the ground, revealing his wings sliding off slowly.

As one, we had reacted. I had cleaved the Angel's head off with a scissor cut, War had intended to vivisect him from shoulder to hip, only stopping because I was in the way, Strife had shot him, and Fury had sliced his wings off with a flick of her whip. When his lifeless corpse fell to the ground, we stood straight and glared at the rest of the horde, many of whom were swallowing in fear.

"Any one of you who wishes to live, turn now and flee. Do not let me see you on Earth again," I called loudly. About half of the horde turned and flew away, screaming. Uriel looked back at me sadly. The remaining force still numbered about Twelve thousand.

"Perfect... three for each of us," Fury said excitedly. Honestly, she was happier about war than War was. Without another word, I dashed forward, slicing, hacking, cleaving, and chopping into my 'designated group' of Angels. They had sealed their fates by staying, so I felt no guilt. I heard screams all around me, and more than a few solid thumps as the bodies, wings, heads, limbs, etc his the caked and dusty earth. I was only half-way through the horde, when I felt this was going too slowly. With a maniacal grin hidden by my mask, I snapped my scythes together to form Harvester.

"Show-off..." I heard muttered from behind me. Strife got on my nerves, but we were brothers. I just sometimes wished we hadn't been granted nigh immortality and near invincibility so I could kill the bastard. I ignored him in difference to swinging Harvester in increasing arcs and bisecting hundreds of angels at once. The moments blurred together, until I stood amidst a field of corpses, leaning slightly on Harvester to observe my surroundings. War was sticking his blade into the ground and leaning on the pommel, Strife was crouched back on his heels, and Fury was sitting comfortably on a large pile of dead angels.

"The sun sets soon... what do we do?" War asked with a small huff. I chuckled darkly.

"We set up a camp and rest. Tomorrow we move out."