Darksiders: Falling to Grace

Chapter II

Ayil gripped the tea cup and waited for Death to finish patching her arm. Strife opened the door, mumbling odd things to himself.

"Where's War?" Fury asked sipping her tea.

"He said that he won't ever come here until that angel leaves." He slumped into a cushioned chair.

"War, as usual." Ayil whispered to herself as Fury said aloud. Fury offered her brother a cup but he raised his hand in protest. She sat it on the table.

"I don't care if angels fear him or not, the least he could do is come." Strife spoke to himself. "Damn it."

"Strife, enough." Death demanded just as Ayil whimpered. "You always insist on making remarks about everything and everyone, just shut it till I'm done." Strife made a low growl and rested his chin on hand.

"I'm impressed that Death would even help a fallen angel." Ayil let her hair fall back into her eyes waiting for him to finish patching her up.

"I'm only doing this because Fury says otherwise." Death scoffed. "Besides, you aren't supposed to fallen from what I'm told. True?"

"Yes, I just, oh never mind. Ow!" Ayil screetched as Death purposely pushed on her wound. He chuckled inside and wrapped her forearm. "It pains me, but thank you."

Death seen tainted dirt marks around her temple. He grabbed a cloth and removed her bangs. It was a deep cut that trailed about three inches down to her cheek bone. Ayil moved away and drank the rest of her tea. Her once green eyes turned violet.

"I'm fine now." She held out her pale hand as if Death would give her the cloth. "Please." He placed it in her palm reluctantly and Ayil twirled her fingers in the cotton. Just as she wiped the blood and dirt away she felt as if her knees would give out. They became hot and felt like knives sunk under her skin. Ayil gripped the table and held her head.

Death immediately grabbed her and helped her sit again. He patched up the now clean cut, and leaned back.

"What happened?" Fury asked. Her features dimmed as Ayil faced her.

"I...don't know. I felt like my legs were being burned and then skinned. It's hard to explain the exact feeling." Ayil rubbed her paw print wrist. "Now my head is throbbing."

"You might wanna try and get some sleep Ayil, tomorrow we'll try our best to help you more." Strife stated standing up and turned the door knob. "Bye Fury."

Death scoffed and rolled his orange eyes. "Good-bye Strife." The door was shut on the Pale Riders words.

"Death, I think that it's high time for you to leave as well. Ayil does need sleep, and you have your own home." Fury stated grabbing the tea cups from the room and taking them else where.

Without saying another word Death nodded and exited the same as his brother, mounting his horse right after stepping foot on the ground.

Fury returned to her usual spot on the couch beside Ayil. She let out a light sigh. "Ayil, just remember, we're here to help you. Even if my brother's are jerks at times." A small laugh escaped her throat.

"What about my sword?"

"I've put it away safely. Are you tired?"

"Yes'm."

Fury took Ayil by the sides and helped the angel off the couch. Ayil held in all the pain of her broken wing as they walked up the stairs into the guest room.

"I'll find you something to change into." She smiled and went to her own room.

Ayil took a few steps to sit on the lip of the window. The view was beautiful at best. Not as much as the garden or the golden gates, but to them, I suppose it's still beautiful. She sighed and rested her knees against her chest and stared at the door.