Darksiders: Light In Darkness (Fourth Book)

Chapter 4: Creation's Only Hope

The air was sweet,saccharine almost, which bothered Abbadon greatly, which was odd. Uriel could sense it, for she looked up from time to time from the book, watching him as he paced the smooth marble floor. The Archangel was....uneasy ever since the Anti-Christ's fall. He barely slept, he barely spoke, and he barely even looked anyone, much less Uriel, in the eye. This was no way for last remaining archangel, last remaining LEADER, to act whilst the greatest kingdom ever created watched on. Insurrection threatened to inundate the city of light for all the angels, and everyone with a mind, knew the balance was destroyed. Peace and prosperity was teetering over the very edge of the darkest depths of oblivion and total destruction. This worried Abbadon, not because his kind was at the edge extinction,

But because he felt as if it was his fault...

Abbadon sighed angrily and pinched the bridge of his nose until the blood underneath his skin rose under his skin. Uriel took a deep breath in and stood up quickly, not caring when the back of her chair smashed against the marble surface.

"My Lord,"

"Not now, Uriel-"

"If not now, then when?!? You've been in this chamber for days when the rest of the city lays in ruin-"

"Stop being dramatic."

"It's not an exaggeration if the outcome is not far from happening! How dare you stay in your halls and allow our legions to get slaughtered by demons; the very things that you swore to destroy, and WALLOW," Uriel spat as her face scrunched up in revulsion.

"How dare you speak up to your superior!?"

Uriel stopped and blinked at Abbadon, tilting her head as a feeling of deep rooted rage.

"I was the one who saved Heaven from multiple demonic attacks. I was the one who brought the Anti-Christ to the Council's domain! I was the one who made you Heaven's Champion! I am Heaven's Greatest HERO!"

"THEN BE THE HERO YOU CLAIM TO BE!" Uriel screeched, standing toe to toe with Abbadon, craning her neck to meet Abbadon's steady, yet crazed stare.

"Be the person that led Heaven to victory!"

Abbadon turned and walked away, refusing to look at the Champion, who jogged after him.

"Had that blade not only take your eye but your sense of righteousness?" Uriel jeered the Archangel, who kept his back to her.

The angel exhaled and stomped her armored boot into the hard floor, glaring at the indignant angel. When the archangel refused to look over at his most loyal angel, Uriel sighed angrily and turned to leave. She took a few steps and stopped once at the door, hesitant at the thought of leaving Heaven's last hope behind her. Tilting her head to the side enough to see Abbadon, Uriel's face regained it's hardened position as she said quietly;

"Before, I would have followed you to Hell and back, but now;"

Uriel turned completely around, torn between her self dignity and her loyalty to Heaven. Her bright yellow eyes dimmed from their ferocious state to their natural, soft glow state.

"But now...I wouldn't follow you to the edge of Heaven." She said slowly, voice threatening to break down.

Abbadon only shrugged and continued staring on, wondering how long the young angel was going to stand there. Uriel took a shaky breath in and went to say something else, anything else to convince the warrior angel to take action. She kept a certain secret from him for a very long time and Uriel felt in her heart that if she told Abbadon, things would change for the better.