Darksiders: Light In Darkness (Fourth Book)

Chapter 17: We Are Fallen

     -Well dang, sorry guys for the late update xD, could've sworn I updated a week ago, but I forgot to press publish! Well, anyhow, enjoy and sorry again!-

   The trio rode for hours on end, seemingly going in one long continuous direction. Ilyea covered her eyes with her hand against the harsh sunlight, frowning with slight annoyance from the anti-Christ's apparent anti-social behavior. Damiana seemed to be lost in deep thought, red eyes dimmed with memory and longing. 

"Hey, Dami?"

"Yush?" Damiana lifted a raven black eyebrow and tilted her head towards the worried maker.

"Why're you so quiet?"

"I have been thinking." Damiana muttered, rolling her shoulders.

"About...?"

"What do you think? I'm just...rethinking things." She answered, sucking her teeth in quiet agitation.

"Well," Ilyea hugged her shoulders, "Where are we going?"

"You'll see." She answered after a short while, patting Glory's neck with a faint smile forming.

"We are far enough, shall I stop so you can ask to gain access?" Glory's feminine voice echoed across the empty grass plain.

"How do I go about that?"

"If you are truly the Shadow Queen, it should come naturally to you." Glory muttered, lowering her head as she quickened her pace. 

"Just say when and I'll convert your magic into-"

"Magic?" Damiana lifted a raven black eyebrow.

   Glory snorted and continued on her path down the endless serene plains. Damiana sighed and looked around the empty area, admiring the soft breeze that brushed across her skin in a loose, cool embrace. Magic, she thought, the only magic Death taught me has nothing to do with opening portals. She was right, the eldest horseman only bothered to teach her necromancy, albeit in very small lesson times. 

"I saw what you did in the kitchen, Master Horseman, why did you do that?" Vora muttered near her ear.

"Don't worry about it." Damiana said in a hushed tone. 

     In her hours of thinking, Damiana wagered that the only way to preserve the young Watcher's life was to prevent her from knowing anything. The Council can't know something if Vora didn't, and they won't ever know if Damiana kept the Watcher busy with her. As her red eyes scanned the endless plains of flowing vibrant green grass, they settled on her black metal gauntlets. In a subtle red glow, words in a language not so unknown to Damiana slowly etched themselves into the smooth metal surface. When the glow faded down, the Antichrist squinted at the lettering, unsure of what to say to the odd occurrence.

"Transitum nox effi- cimur, aeterno quia manifestaturus es reginam" She muttered to herself.

    When the hushed words escaped her tongue, the world around them seemed to flicker; the grassy landscape turned to what it seemed like short white grass. The round hills ahead switched to large towers constructed in black stone. The sun turned into the moon, casting it's illusive light onto the odd landscape. As quickly as it appeared, the odd world faded from existence, melting back into it's old facade. 

"That's it! Say it louder, then we can get through the barrier!" Glory whinnied, voice edged with excitement, something entirely new to Damiana's ears.

       Damiana repeated the words, this time with more assurance. When she spoke the ancient phrase known only by the powerful Queens of Shadow, a blue mist like veil rose from the ground from under Glory's thundering hooves. The mist enveloped the group and in a blinding stream of light, the group vanished from the serene area.