Darksiders: Light In Darkness (Fourth Book)

Chapter 3: On The Edge of Reality

The antichrist glared down at the sniveling horseman, disgust evident in her deep red eyes. The eldest horseman, Death, only could muster a quiet "please" as he attempted to look her in the eye.
"Don't let me die here, Death" The AntiChrist begged, voice crackling as the blood crept up from her chest to the wide gapping slash in her throat.
Despite her pleading voice, Damiana's glare only hardened with the most intense hatred the horseman ever felt.
More intense than when he looked his brothers and sisters in the eyes as he killed them...
More intense than when Absolam was finally defeated....
"You're worthless."
"I know." Death breathed, shivering from the lost horseman's cold aura.
"Do you? Death; the first born Nephilim, the feared one, the KINSLAYER." The words rolled off of Damiana's tongue like venom and seethed through her teeth as she stared at Death.
"I did not-"
"Did you even think I would ever stand idly by as Lucifer stormed Heaven?!"
"No-"
"So why did you let me go??" Damiana thundered, slamming her foot against the smooth marble floor.
"I thought...you were-"
"You thought nothing." Damiana muttered, turning to leave.
"You're a weakling...and I've outgrown you."
And with that, Death woke up and looked around. Everything was fine; the books on the bookshelf were perfectly aligned, Damiana hadn't stirred...
Well, of course she couldn't...but hey, when did that ever stop someone from wanting their dead relative to rise up?
Sighing deeply, Death straightened up and put his head back in his hands, trying to even his breathing.
'Odd...why doesn't she smell...like a corpse?' Death thought, taking a deep breath through his nose.
   Death glanced over at the deceased Damiana and closed his eyes; the horsemen debated on her burial for a few days. They couldn't just keep her body...that would be even more disgraceful to their fallen sister.
   Suddenly, there was a weak, but definite knock on the front door, making Death jump slightly.
"Wonder who that could be." He muttered, getting up to leave.
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Reaching out, the soul paddled and paddled towards the unknown entity, whom was running away in panic.
"Come back!" It called out to the entity, wondering why it felt so...attached to it.
The four legged spirit turned back and made a noise similar to an animalistic groan and charged forward, ensnaring its hind leg on a tendril of some sort.
"Easy-" the soul hesitated and gently patted the other soul's neck, feeling the soft, short fur.
"Be...trayal...Betrayal." The soul muttered, tilting it's head.
   The other soul blinked once and nodded it's equine head.
"How positively peculiar..." The first one mumbled, giving the horse like entity a quick pat on the the neck and floated a few feet away.
"Where are we?" The soul muttered into the inky blackness.
"Oblivion, small one." A small voice sounded behind the soul, sounding both no where, yet everywhere at once.
"Oblivion...why?"
"You died too soon, my dearest one...you didn't fulfill your destiny."
"Destiny?"
The feminine voice went silent and a small, yet growing bright white circle appeared a few yards away from the soul.
"Come forward, Warrior of Creation, Come towards the light."
The soul blinked and slowly approached the circle, feeling a sense of intrigue and fear.
"Who are you?"
"I am The Forsaken One...Come, come closer, my smallest star." The voice coaxed the soul.
      Squinting, the soul put its arm up to block the blinding light. Slowly, it felt it's mind drift and it's consciousness began to waver. Before the soul fully fell back into a deep sleep, a glowing pale hand grabbed it's forearm and pulled it from the sea of black.
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"Your lordship." The large female archangel bowed before the glimmering throne.
"Muriel...where have you been?"
     Muriel, the archangel of Harmony, rose from her humble position and held out the fading figure towards the bright entity.
"I have found our warrior...but life is fading fast-"
"Muriel, I have told you many of times, nothing can take Creation from Lucifer."
    "But my lord, you cannot lose hope, please gaze upon our warrior and revive-"
"I have made my decision, Creation is corrupted and should stay as such."
"I was not aware that you gave up so easily, LOOK!" Muriel spread her 4 wings and took up towards the entity.
"Gaze upon her and tell me you do not believe!" She hissed, shoving the limp soul towards the light entity.
   The old entity sighed and leaned forward in the throne, gazing upon the small framed soul in distant interest.
"This is our warrior; this is Damiana, the Archangel of Revelation, you must revive her, you must!" Muriel stated, feeling tears rise to her blue eyes.