Death's Foe

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Darksiders or Darksiders 2. I own only my o.c's and the original ideas I come up with throughout the story. This is my first Darksiders 2 fanfiction so please be gentle.

Oreila sat atop the stone battlement and watched the humans slaughter each other once again. It was a never ending story that continued through the centuries from realm to realm. This time was no different as the two sides clashed. She heaved a heavy sigh that shook the dusk gray wings on her back; she almost never bothered to learn the reasons or rhyme of the wars anymore; what would have been the point.

She stood and stretched to her full height, snapping open her wings to catch a breeze as her silver eyes swept the battle field once more. Bombings, road side bombs, missiles, landmines, mortars, and bullets; it was a never ending story and she grew tired of it. Humans always found newer and more horrible ways to kill one another. She spoke to no one in particular, "When will they learn?" She had watched this war waged in the desert countries only to finally make it back to the shores of what she believed the humans called America.

Suddenly she saw movement below her that drew her attention. She watched as a young girl perhaps no more than 12 cowered against the stone wall she was currently perched on. The young girl had been pursued by a group of men and now was helpless against them. Oreila smirked because this was what her purpose was and she was incredibly good at what she did.

She leapt from the wall and landed without a sound between the gun carrying men and the little girl. She leveled her steely gaze at them and under the weight of her gaze they ran, perhaps never knowing in their minds what made them flee, what made them so fearful.

She turned to the young girl and knelt before her to gently push her hair from her face. That was when she sensed something about the child was off; she was special; she was marked for something. Carefully she scooped the silent child into her arms and raised her wings to take off when a searing pain hit her, burning from her back into her chest. Not now! Her mind screamed out in anger and agony, her hands clutching the squirming girl tighter. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and the lights went out around her. She was only dimly aware of falling before it all disappeared.

She lay sprawled on the cathedral floor, the stone cool on her cheek and the trembling girl warm on her chest. She heard the muttering of other humans around her and she slowly forced her eyes open.

People jumped back away from her in fear as she opened her eyes and let out a soft groan. Carefully she maneuvered her legs under her so she was in a sitting position, making sure to settle the girl in her lap before speaking. "Stop staring at me and tell me what is going on here?" She had already sensed something very wrong with the world; it stunk of brimstone and divine incense.

An older man dressed as a clergy man stepped forward to answer her, "It is the end time young woman, Hell and Heaven rage a fierce war outside and I fear that we humans are of no concern to them." She huffed a disbelieving scoff looking him dead in the eye to speak. "If what you say is true, then no; you humans are of no concern to them, they mean merely to exterminate each other." The old man sagged heavily against his scepter.

She felt a twinge in her heart as she watched the defeat waft over the crowd. Suddenly a gentle tugging on her hair had her looking down at the girl in her lap. The girl pointed at herself and her eyes begged the question, what about me? She sighed heavily and patted the girl on the head, "No little one, I brought you here I will protect you. Old man, how long has this war raged?"

"My name is Sebastian, young woman and it has raged for almost 6 months now. We have stayed hidden in our church praying for rescue but I fear it is too late. The demons have defeated the angels here and I feel they will come for us soon. Even if they do not we are almost out of supplies." No sooner had he spoke those words than a demon dragon whistled low over the cathedral roof shaking the entire building. The crowd cowered in fear as close to the pulpit as they could when the beating on the door began and continued for what seemed like an eternity until it abruptly stopped.

As Sebastian moved toward the door when an ominous silence followed after the sounds of a battle, she placed the child behind her not yet revealing her nature or her wings to the frightened humans. Almost immediately after glancing out of a keyhole on the door Sebastian came fleeing back up the aisle, out of breath.

She glanced at him, demanding an answer. "There is a huge man out there, pale as death with little more than a loincloth and parts of armor on his body. He is carrying two sickles as weapons and when he looked at me his eyes burned an orange red and he has a mask of bone covering his face!" He finished his report, gasping for breath as he leaned heavily on two men for support as they moved further back.

She turned to face the entrance as a cold chill ran up her when she recognized the description and she glanced at the scared crowd behind her. This may well be the last group of humans left and a Nephilim was coming for them. She was aware then of the stony silence outside and the heavy boot steps approaching the doors. She hissed in a breath as the crowd murmured.

Sebastian gave a despairing wail of, "The reaper comes and there is no salvation for us damned souls!" The girl trembled behind her and she gave a low warning growl in her throat.

"You may not have Salvation but you have Justice!" She cried out as the doors were kicked open and she jumped into the aisle halfway between the doors and the people. She landed with her wings arched open defensively, silver eyes glittering in the dim light, and her ebony hair spilling across her shoulders and around the backs of her arms.

Death watched the angry angel warily, as this was not an ordinary angel but an angry enforcer. He immediately lowered his weapons and spoke, "I do not seek to harm you or anyone here angel. I only want The New Dawn, the girl who will grow to be a woman worthy of leading her race." He pointed to the girl that Oreila had rescued.

She immediately placed her hands on the young girl's shoulders and led her forward to face the Horseman. "You realize she is a child and will need nurturing to grow, don't you, Death?" He gave the angel a bland stare before stunning her with his next words, "That is why you will accompany her, angel. You shall protect and guide her until it is time for her to meet her mate."

She regarded Death with a dark glare before glancing down at the young girl next to her. Her eyes shimmered with tears and Oreila melted enough to smile. She nodded and regarded Death, "Fine I shall go with her."

The other humans gave a despairing cry as they started to leave. She spared them one long sad final look before following the Horseman and young girl into a deep angry purple portal. There truly was no justice in war.