So this is my second attempt into the Darksiders stuff, I'd been playing the Warmastered addition and it's sparked some new ideas in me. So please read and enjoy, I don't own any of the Darksiders characters save for my own and am I no way making money from this.

Awakening to her roommate huddled in her bed wasn't something new to Regan. Her vision was blurred for a moment as she woke, then after a few sleepy blinks the vision righted and Olivia's face came into focus. Regan groans and stretches kicking away the bunched up blankets. Her noises awake Olivia who lets out a whine as she nuzzled into Regan's body. Regan let out a tired laughed and placed her chin on the pouting Olivia's head.

"Another nightmare?" Regan's voice sounded like she had taken sandpaper to her vocal chords.

"Yeah." The answer was muffled Regan laughed and brushed a lock of Olivia's hair. Olivia shifts and moves to sit up, her green eyes sparkle even in the dim sun light of Regan's room.

"Wanna talk about it?" Olivia sighs shaking her head, similar to a young child.

"I already wrote it down in the journal." Regan nodded her approval, before stretching once more and sitting up with a yawn.

"Come on we need to get up." Now it was Regan's turn to whine.

"Are you sure?" Regan questioned for what seemed to be the millionth time. Olivia smiled as she turned looking over Regan's wardrobe choice modest for Regan it was a dark burgundy colored dress, backless with long sleeves and an off the shoulder cut neck line. Olivia smiled reassuringly and walked over helping Regan finish putting up her hair and clasping the simple gold chain with a crucifix hidden by the bodice of her dress.

"You sure you want to wear that?" Olivia asked as Regan pinched the chain between her finger nails, a nervous habit since childhood.

"Mom's gotta be there some how." Regan smiled and it was clear in the tone of her voice the conversation was over. Regan turned helping Olivia with her hair and her dress as well. Both looked each other over nodded in approval once more and headed to the parking garage, and then Regan's car.

The hum of the engine soothed Regan's stomach a bit, though she still felt like she might puke at any time.

"Oh by the way…Connor will be there—"

"He's your brother of course he'll be there." Olivia smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes, Regan kept her poker face.

"I just…I don't want it to be awkward between you two."

"I said no to his very public marriage proposal, and we're going to your engagement brunch." Regan sighed in understanding.

"Good point though I think that it's a brunch is going to make it weirder."

"Yeah what is up with that?"

"Morgan's parents insisted. They're old? So like—I don't know they just really pushed for it."

"And you the ever faithful daughter-in-law to be complied." Regan bit her tongue to stop a snapping reply.

"I just want to start off on the right foot, they terrified me when I met them at Christmas!" Olivia laughed at this to which Regan stuck her tongue out, the rest of the car ride passing in silence as they entered the city.
"What is up with the clouds today?" Regan asked as she parked them at the valet station. Olivia looked a bit sick,

"Are you okay?" Olivia turned to Regan at the questioning and gave a half hearted smile,

"Yeah I'm fine just…" Her voice tapered off as she glanced once more up at the sky. Regan shrugged.

"It's probably some dust storm from the south the weather people didn't prepare for."

"Yeah, maybe." Regan didn't glance back to see Olivia standing there watching the sky as if waiting for something, when nothing happened Olivia followed her friend into the hotel and to the penthouse suits where the engagement party was being held.

It was old money finery at it's best the room was a renovated ballroom originally built in the 1900's the renovation had taken queues from different era's the 20's style wallpaper, mirrors more popular in the 60's and the 70's, though the crown jewel was the bay windows that let in the mid day sun and gave what would have been a dark dreary room a bright, almost blinding light. It was all screaming rich gaudy and Regan sipped even more vigorously at her champagne flute as Morgan with a steady arm lead her around to relatives.

"You doing alright." Morgan asked his eyebrow rose as she set aside her third empty flute to grab another.

"I'm fine—"

"Regan." She forces a smile and takes his hand in hers.

"I'm fine Morgan just…loosening up." He gives her a sweet smile kissing her cheek when a throat is cleared. Both turning Regan smiles wide. Connor, Tyler, and Brain stand side by side, reminiscent in her mind of the three stooges she rushes over hugging her eldest brother Connor.
"Ah you're finally here!" Connor smiled; as did her two other brothers and she bear hugged them in turn as well.

"We would have been here earlier if someone hadn't taken a wrong turn—"

"I didn't realize traffic would be that backed up—" Tyler glared at Connor and Regan was quick to snub the fighting.

"Hey okay traffic was bad understandable." She went back to Morgan's side who smiled at his soon to be brother in laws.

"Glad you guys could make it, if you don't mind I need to steal your sister for a moment." Her brothers waved him off and Morgan offered his arm to Regan who took it but not before glancing back making sure her brothers didn't start anything. They looked about as out of place as she felt, thanks to being raised on a horse ranch all of her brothers looked closer to line backers then the 'refined' men of Morgan's family. Connor more so because he probably never took off his gun belt, his whole life had been spent to become a cop and he was one of the best, though he kept dragging his feet about becoming a detective. Tyler the second eldest was the same height as Connor though his bulk was a bit leaner, and being a chef Regan was always shocked he never gained weight. Finally her youngest brother, though still older then her by three years, Brain was a writer yet still looked as though he could bench press a small horse, unpublished but he would get there. All of them were her personal three stooges the reason most guys headed for the hills, well that and family history. She shoved the thoughts away seeing as how another voice called to her attention.

"Regan?" She blinked and turned seeing Morgan's parents looking at her expectantly.

"I'm sorry my attention was elsewhere what was it you asked?" His parents shared a look and she felt her stomach coil in anxiety.

"We were wondering where you would make your vows?"

"Oh well—"

"We were thinking the cathedral in the city, we have some connections and all of the previous family has been married there, Morgan told us you were Catholic." Regan blinks at this, yes-Catholic parents raised her but she herself hadn't stepped in a cathedral, nor confessional since she was about 10.

"Oh, uh yes I am."

"Ah good wouldn't want to have to worry about confirming you and all that." She took a chance to glance at Morgan who looked anywhere but at her, and once again she was forcing that sugary bride to be smile.

"Well I'm honored that I'll be marrying in the family cathedral." His parents seemed to approve of this line of conversation his mother happily going into some spiel about how generations had come through that cathedral, and such and such. Regan stopped listening and something pulled at her, something felt off. Maybe just nerves? Maybe the fact that she had been dating Morgan now for three years and she almost threw up, in a bad way, when he proposed? No, it wasn't that. Her attention was pulled, better yet dragged to the large bay windows.

"Olivia?" Regan found herself asking, Olivia stood at the window her whole body shaking, so much so she had dropped her champagne glass, which had caused an eerie silence to descend upon the party.

"Is that the maid of honor?" She heard someone whisper but she ignored everyone pulling out of Morgan's grip she walked over concern clear in her movements.

"Olivia?" She asked before placing a hand upon her shoulder. Olivia didn't answer her gaze locked on something outside.

"Olivia what's wrong?" All Olivia did was point her hand quivering. Regan was confused and a soft murmur had begun behind them. Regan's gaze followed Olivia's and she blinked, a news bulletin flashed across a screen, which normally would have playing some form of advertisement.

"Meteors?" She turned racking her brain as to why this was causing so much unsettlement for Olivia. She didn't have to wait long when the next moments the building shook guests screamed glass shattered, Connor was shouting something as he dived into Olivia and herself. She saw it as he tried to cover them from the glass as it shattered. A flaming meteor stuck the screen the force so strong it broke the glass. All Regan was aware of then was screaming, and Olivia besides her whispering.

"Oh God…It shouldn't be now."