Darksiders: Light In Darkness (Fourth Book)

Chapter 13: Familia Rixas

-The song up there is close to my idea of what Damiana's theme would be,just thought I should add it 😂😂-
      Taking a deep breath in, Damiana fell to her knees and instantly felt her blood drain from her pale cheeks. The Council waited for the Anti-Christ to rise again to no avail. Her already fragile mind was broken into many pieces, thrown across her dark empty chasm for a mind in such a hurried and incalculable manner. It wasn't Zacrieal...it wasn't the General she fought so many months ago that was her true father.
"Why?" Damiana felt her mouth twitch to form that simple word.
"Why?"
"Elaborate."
"How...how is that even possible?" She forced the sentence to leave from her mind and echo through the oddly quiet chamber.
"In order for anyone to gain favor of Lucifer, their first born is to be given to him."
"We thought the humans told you this."
"And you just happened to be of both angel and Nephilim."
"Thus making you high priority for Lucifer." The middle head finished, voice unusually quiet.
"So...What am I? Some type of construct of your little game?? What did you do to me?" Damiana hesitantly looked up at the smoldering entities.
"You are indeed interesting."
"Yes most interesting."
"The heart of an archangel, blood of a Nephilim, and a soul as dark as the Prince himself."
"You not making sense, explain plainly, NOW!"
"Temper is just like her fathers."
"What you don't know, Anti-Christ is; a being is made of four important things."
"Blood, Heart, Soul, and something many of you mortals don't know; spirit."
"Spirit and soul are the same thing." Damiana shakily stood up, feeling herself slowly starting to lose control.
"Incorrect as always."
"You have the soul of The Anti-Christ. The Anti-Christ is a beast, a dark essence destined to-"
"That doesn't matter, what does matter is you have the blood of Strife, the heart of the archangel, the soul of the antichrist, and then there's you, the spirit that completes this entire interfusion."
   Damiana sighed and crossed her arms loosely across her chest. This was insane, this was utterly insane.
What in the hell is wrong with this world...
'Maybe that's why the Creator abandoned this place...' she thought privately.
    She had so many questions, but she could feel the Council growing impatient with her. One question, despite everything she's seen, kept resurfacing like a drowning man from her whirlpool of confusion. She had to ask...the rest she'll figure out.
"Does Strife know, do any of them know?" She asked in a barely audible tone.
"No. None of them were to know."
"And we would prefer to keep it that way."
"Unless you want another death to be at your hand." The last head cackled.
    In a swirl of flames, a familiar pale pink watcher made a small yipping noise and fell at Damiana's feet.
"Ah! I thought you wouldn't find me." Vora whimpered, skin turning to a deep pink.
"You are bound to us, you mouth-breather."
"Oh, um- MASTER DAMI!" Vora laughed happily, getting up from the ground to fly circles around Damiana's head.
"I thought you were dead!" Vora squeaked.
"You wouldn't." Damiana looked away from Vora's excited blue eyes and up at the Council.
"The others deserve to know!"
"Oh?"
"You wish to disobey?"
"Once again?"
     Squealing, Vora was cut short in mid hover and fell to the ground, panting and whimpering like a wounded dog.
"STOP! You're hurting her!" Damiana hissed, lowering down to the ground to help her watcher.
"Why do you care? It's just a Watcher."
"Are you still tempted to tell?"
     Damiana blinked and tilted her head in anger and confusion. Did they really just...threaten her? She knew the Council was capable of deceit, but Fury and War always told her there was a reason to their actions.
But...what reason could this possibly have?
What would the horsemen do if she told them she was actually related to them by blood?
"It's so innocent, it wouldn't do-"
"Enough!"
"Or the Watcher will die."
   Now starting to flicker and fade, Vora looked up at Damiana with pleading eyes. Damiana stared down at the young watcher and quickly tore her eyes away.
"Fine I won't tell." She said finally, flinching when Vora began screaming.
"Good."
"Now."
"Anymore questions?" She could hear a smile in the right head's voice.
"No." She mumbled, helping Vora up.
"Good."
"Now. Go back to your brotherhood and remember our agreement."
"Or-"
"Vora dies, I know!" Damiana snapped, turning to leave.
The Watcher, not entirely knowing what the horseman and the Council were discussing, simply blinked and floated over to Damiana.
"Master Damiana, I'm so happy you're not dead." She whispered to Damiana.
Damiana weakly smiled and nodded at the small watcher.
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