Darksiders: Falling to Grace

Chapter III

Fury opened one eye and sighed heavily. Her brother walked out into the open and hovered above her.

"I'm trying to relax and you're making it really difficult." She snapped.

"Whoa, whoa miss grumpy." Strife teased. "I just came by to see how the angel's doing."

"She didn't sleep last night and now she wants alone time. Happy?" Fury pushed him out of her light and then decided to stand up.

"Damn Fury, now you decide to go with your name." He laughed.

"Shut it, I'm trying to help Ayil, so I'm being nice. Now go before I kick your ass." Fury snapped, then punched Strife lightly and put a hand on her hip.

"How's her wounds?"

"Better, except for her wing. Still hasn't healed, not even the slightest bit." Fury shook her head and sighed again. "I'm not even sure it'll heal in time."

"Her Judgement Day approaches though. Maybe it's best if it doesn't Fury, and you know it. She's going to change."

"Strife! Don't say things like that. Either you help, or you don't, you never take things seriously!" Fury snapped once more.

"Fury..." Strife seen a tiny familar light urging for him to follow. "I-I'll have to come by later tonight." He said and took off, seconds later he mounted Grief and was gone.

Fury growled and chose a new place to relax. Again, she crossed her legs and closed her eyes.

She took in the aroma of the flowers around her. She inhaled the scents deeply and let out a smile, getting rid of every thought.

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Meanwhile, Strife arrived at a clearing near some trees and it contained a galaxy coloured portal. The vibrant tiny light went through it quickly, and soon Strife jumped in after it.

He came to a different dimension. A dimension stuck between Heaven and Hell, but it was not Earth. Strife re-mounted his phantom horse. The sky dimmed as grey clouds covered it.

Okay, now...which part am I at exactly? The rider questioned himself. A lone path of dirt and roses appeared before him. It trailed him to the quiet part of the realm. Trees surrounded a house made of brick and stone. The windows were small and had blackout curtains placed over them.

As Strife came closer more flowers blossomed. The front door cracked open slightly right when he dismounted. He stepped up and noticed the ferns that've been by the door were finally growing to full size.

"You wanted to see me." Strife said. The door fully opened and showed an old friend. She wore a long sleaved black dress with gold lining and had her hair in curls. Also, a gold bird necklack accompanied her pale neck.

"When don't I want to see you." She smiled.

"Point taken." Strife laughed as she welcomed him in. "Always in formal," he stated as she took a seat.

"And you never are. If you want anything before we start, you know where it's at." Strife nodded and walked through the kitchen doorway.

"So, what did you want to tell me?" He asked returning to his hostess with a cup of water. She patted the seat next to her so Strife would join.

"I know of that...'disturbance' on Earth, and how you, along with your sister, checked it out." She sighed. "But, I need you to tell me who it was that fell from grace."

Strife followed her sigh with one of his own. "I don't know."

"Don't lie to me sweetheart. I want you to tell me, not me digging it out of your thoughts." The female Nephilim stated as she looked Strife deeply in his eyes. Her green eyes locked onto his yellow.