In the fourth installment of Damiana's adventures in the Darksiders world, the hero has been slain. Desperate and bitter, the horsemen drift away from each other; cursing each other for the death of their youngest sibling. However....her sadistic fa...
Despite her mare's constant nudging and whinnies of silent agitation, Damiana The Fallen didn't move; she didn't look up. It had been more than an hour that Damiana continued to watch the carnage unfold all around her. Her now bloodshot eyes seemed to moisten every few minutes, with every agonizing scream. "Damiana, I have more to show you." "More?! You have mo- I don't want to see it." She croaked, hugging her sides. "You are the archangel of Revelation, The Warrior of Creation. You are to know everything about your...friends." "What does being those things pertain to the horsemen?" "It is so you are no longer ignorant to the world around you." Glory said, jutting it's head toward its saddle. Damiana thought for awhile and slowly got up to her feet. Shakily walking up to the saddle, Damiana leaned her body against the tranquil mare's body, listening close to her mount's breathing pattern. "You aren't lying to me, are you?" Damiana mouthed, looking at the back of the horse's head. "Wha-" "Because another person I thought I trusted lied to me, well actually, a couple of people lied to me. I'm just simply asking because I still...can't believe this, no matter how infuriating it is." Damiana elaborated, red eyes burning bright in the setting orange sun. "I wouldn't lie, I'm one of the Creator's-" "Just because your title involves the Almighty," Damiana slowly eased herself into the saddle. "Doesn't mean you're incapable of lying to me." She finished, clearing her throat. "What could I possibly gain from this? Having the weakest of the horsemen be at my side always? No. I'm doing this because I detest loyal ignorance." Glory hissed, taking off to a slow trot. ▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️
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Coughing, Damiana rubbed her eyes and looked around. The two were in front of a still, mirror edge lake surrounded by dark forest. "Why am I here?" Glory only shook it's head and pointed it's snout at the glinting aura that sat a few yards away. It was an angel, a very familiar angel in fact. It was none other than Muriel, The Archangel of Harmony, Damiana's mother. The humming angel made a tuneless, yet enchanting noise through her pale pink closed lips, staring down at her beautiful reflection. Damiana, for the first time all evening, felt her frown twitch upwards into a wide smile. "Strife, I can sense you through the darkness," Muriel sang, looking over her shoulder. When that monster's name escaped Muriel's mouth, Damiana flinched and glared angrily at the approaching figure. "I knew I couldn't hide for too long from you." Strife breathed, sitting down on the rock beside the lounging angel. Muriel smiled sweetly back at Strife and put her hands in her lap, looking as if she was trying to contain s giggle. "What's so funny?" He asked, looking over at the chuckling Muriel. "I'm just so happy to see you!" She laughed, standing up to stretch her wings. "I should say the same to you," Strife slowly joined her laughter. "Get the Fuck away from her!" Damiana hissed, taking a threatening step towards Strife. "He can't hear you, nor can she...but you need to see this."Glory said quietly. Damiana blinked and crossed her arms, red eyes glued to the masked figure in front of her. But to her surprise, the monster simply gently took Muriel's hands into his, making the angel giggle uncontrollably. "Strife, no-" "I've missed you," he said quietly, voice donning an unusual silky tone. "Please...It was wrong in the beginning when we- It was a moment of weakness-" "Please don't call it that...You know I-" "What in the flipping duck is he talking about-what is SHE talking about???" Damiana look at Glory. "You are the only other being to know this...Muriel and Strife were-" Glory began. "No, no, ha, nope." Damiana laughed nervously. "I can't do this to my other, Strife, he loves me-" "He'll never love you like I did, ever in his pathetic life!" Strife rose his voice, hands tightening around Muriel's. "We should go back to being friends-" "I've lied to my brothers and the Council for months, please-" "Strife I'm sorry." The third horseman made a noise similar to sighing and hissing and looked down. Muriel frowned and gently pried her hands away from Strife's. "I'm so...sorry." Muriel repeated when Strife began to walk away. "I see," Strife answered as he undid the latches on his helmet. Muriel stayed silent and watched as Strife sat down at the same rock, gazing at the blood moon.
