Darksiders: Light In Darkness (Fourth Book)

Chapter 8: The Blood Sun

Damiana shifted uneasily in the chair as her brothers and everyone else in the room stared at her, each with the look of total bewilderment. Her half brother Dante had the most bewildered and distant disgusted look.

"Three days...and you come back from Oblivion." He said finally, sizing Damiana up with judgmental red eyes.

"What's wrong with that?" Damiana asked.

"The human prophet Jesus rose from the dead in 3 days..." War mumbled under his breath, glowing white eyes the only feature visible from his darkened face.

"So?"

"So...that means you're a prophet, correct?" Ilyea turned to look at Dante, who now tilted his head at Damiana.

Damiana blushed and looked towards everyone in the room, unease now pushing her to a more defensive state.

"Stop looking at me!" She breathed, crossing her arms as she leaned back in the chair.

"We're just-"

"She's right, this discussion is to be reserved at a later date." Death waved Strife off, who flashed him an enraged look from the side.

"Why don't we discuss the fact that you let Misery die?" Strife mumbled, tugging a few strings of his scarf off.

"Enough, Strife." Misery intervened, laying a hand on his armored shoulder.

"We can instead talk about the fact you fell for an archangel who had no interest for you." Death said nonchalantly, still keeping his eyes on Damiana.

When Strife went to stand up with Redemption drawn, Misery kept her steel grip on his shoulder and forced him back down.

"Why do you all quarrel like children when you are all adults? It amazes me greatly." Misery scoffed, annoyed by the many arguments she had to endure for the many hours she stayed with the horsemen.

"He starts them."

"Of course." Misery dismissed, pale cheeks turning a tinge of red in vexation.

Damiana, in her mind at least, agreed with Misery. For the many years she spent with the horsemen, she noticed that the siblings fought a lot. More than her and Janelle, which said a lot. It was either because of someone insulting the other, or a struggle for dominance over Death. She wouldn't dare say this to them, that would've ended in even more fights. Thinking of their constant fights made Damiana's mind drift back to the point Glory brought up about their thirst for power...

Did they struggle to gain power over their kind and just thought they should just end them....just to gain the power they were denied?

'No,' She thought with conviction, 'They fought valiantly for the balance and cared for the greater portion of creation. They can't be like that.'

When Damiana drifted back to reality, she noticed Dante's smirk. His wicked grin became more darker and sinister as he breathed a short curt sigh.

"What?" She mouthed as the horsemen turned to Strife and Death to contribute to the heated argument.

"How cute." He said quietly back, shaking his head.

Damiana frowned and looked down at the table, feeling a certain emotion claw at the back of her throat as the voices grew angrier and more filled with venom.

Past grievances, past debates, past...everything!

"ENOUGH!" Damiana roared, slamming both fists against the table as she jumped up from the chair.