Category: Darksiders I & II

Rating: M

Couples: Azrael/?, Abaddon/?

Warnings: AU, Disturbing Imagery, Lemon, Character Death

Chapter: Prologue

Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me

Author's Note: Fight is courtesy to Absalom-rp (now deleted) and Youngest Horseman on tumblr. They gave me permission to use this for my fic I just modified it a bit.

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Grinning down at the younger warrior, Absalom slowly began to circle around War. Axe ready, he looked for any weaknesses.

The weakness was simply? His pride. He charged at Absalom first, his blade swinging at him. He gave a savage war cry was he did. I nfact, his pride was why Death's youngest raised was currently engaged in battle with the Leader of the Nephilim; what had been meant as an announcement of their next target had ended up as an argument that spiralled into this.

Fluidly despite his large frame, Absalom dodged the younger Nephilim's first strike while whacking him on the back of his skull with the flat side of his axe.

"First lesson: don't charge headfirst onto your opponent like some drunken Grappleclaw, you fool," the elder taunted.

War growled angrily and stood, taking a battle stance.

"If he's losing his patience he's already lost." Death whispered to Abimelech who stood next to him.

"If you'd bothered to teach him humility when he was under your care, we wouldn't be here." He whispered back.

On the field, the white-haired Nephilim hissed at a jab with the massive axe, glaring angrily as he smacked the weapon away with his. This brought Absalom suddenly closer to him. A fist headed right towards the platinum blonde head.

The young Nephilim was sent flying into a nearby boulder. He landed on his hands and knees, wiping the blood off his lips, he glared up at the Elder.

War clambered onto his feet, then yelled. "COME ON!"

"You're tenacious, I'll give you that." Absalom slowly closed on the angry Nephilim, axe ready and his eyes searching for any sudden movements. "Are you sure you can keep this up, child?"

"You might scare the others into submission, but you won't scare me!" War picked up his sword, his hood hanging half of his form. He got into a battle stance again, waiting for the Elder to make a move.

Absalom looked unimpressed at him. "You know so little." With a growl, the Elder swung Absolution down at the younger warrior, this time aiming to injure. The unruly younger generation needed to learn a lesson.

War parried the strike, both blades making a loud CLANG in the process. He detangled his blade from Absalom's then aimed his blade at the ribs of the Elder.

Side stepping and twisting his torso, Lilith's favoured child barely dodged the blade. A shallow cut appeared on his skin, marking were the sword had nicked him. Now standing too close to the younger one to use his axe efficiently, Absalom grabbed wrist of the sword arm in a crushing grip.

War grunted in pain, dropping Chaoseater, but that didn't stop him as he kicked swiftly towards the Elder's groin.

Absalom stumbled back, even he feeling the sting of that one ever so briefly. Both backed off, War using the distraction of his opponent to grab Chaoseater again.

They charged at one another, weapons ringing as sparks flew.

Despite his earlier advantage, once War's rage started taking over Absalom found himself more pressed than he would ever admit.

The battle lasted well into the afternoon and both combatants were tiring. On the side-lines, more and more amused faces turned concerned.

The young Nephilim was trembling with his exhaustion by now, but he refused to stand down. His pride would not allow him to concede defeat.

Absalom was faring much better and he was more than done trying to do Death the favour of showing mercy to his ill-raised youngest. Absolution flew in a wide arc, the air seemingly fleeing from that infernal blade.

The head separated cleanly from the body, sailing through the air to a chorus of gasps and outcries.