With humanity's return now set in soul and stone, it was simple.
Earth had to be reclaimed and restored.
The tide of the End-War that had been ravaging the third Kingdom for over a century began turning in favour of the light of Heaven, escaping the grasp of Hell's darkness.
However, despite this change, Demons still clung with iron claws to the edge of power; refusing to let it slip away so easily.
Power.
There were many that had none while others had it all.
There were those that could easily live without it, while others had a never ending crave for it that just had to be satisfied.
Then there were those select few that were different from the rest. Those who's desire and lust for power was so strong...
Not even Death could do them part.
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Darksiders: Riders and Rogues (Book 2)
Fanfiction"What pains you more? The wound left by the shot of a gun? Or the one from the knife to your back?" When an old Nephilim secret is dragged from its grave by power-hungry hands, trust and hope come into question as the fate of all Creation is once a...
