Glances Down a Serpent Hole -To Rule in Hell
Title: Glances Down a Serpent's Hole - To Rule in Hell
Fandom: Darksiders
Characters/pairings: Samael, Lilith, Abaddon
Rating: PG
Summary: The problem with ruling in Hell is that everyone else wants to, too.
Warnings: Spoilers.
Notes: I can't imagine that ANY demon was happy with following the Destroyer.
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o o o
Samael spread his hands and his wings at his sides, the asphalt boiling away from his feet as if in agony, and reveled in the Endwar as his troops decimated their allotted swath of the human city.
The city seemed an odd place for the heart of the Endwar. There were other places that seemed, at first glance, more appropriate; larger cities, military strongholds, holy sites. but now, with all of the armies of Heaven and Hell on earth, nothing was hidden, and the celestial and abyssal ley lines were perfectly clear. The abyssal ley lines intersected in this city, and Samael followed one of them to the Nexus.
To his left, he could see the Leviathan rise from the city bay in wave after wave of gleaming scale. Belphegor and Tiamat were visible to his right, and he could feel the rest, the Nine Lords of the Nine rings of Hell, and at the Nexus, their Queen and Prince.
The Prince of Lies perched atop a jagged mountain of twisted earth, his claws spread to his little brothers and sisters in threat and welcome both. Almost lost in his shadow, Lilith waited, eternally amused, and every demon lord focused on her alone. Their trek up the leys was all part of the ritual, the Adversary's presence a polite formality. His time was over and all of Hell knew it. The new throne would be established on earth, and Lilith would pick the one worthy to fill it.
A scout in his ear. The Hellguard rode in the city. So did War. No sign of the other Horsemen, but no matter. Not even eternal Death could stop this.
"Lilith!" Samael called out, placing one foot on the slope that led to Hell's rulers. "Dark Queen, Demon Mother. The time has come; choose now, and fill the throne of Hell on Earth."
The Prince grinned down at them all, blood seeping down his chin. "Such an eager little troop," he sneered, but even he knew that his power was drained at last. "So willing to kill their own brother."
"Your time is at an end, old man," Samael retorted. "And ours has come. Choose, Mother Demon, so that our work may begin."
"Pride goeth before the Fall, Samael," Lilith purred. "Your pride has spurred you to Fall once before, and now you fall from favor once more." She spread her hands wide, as if drawing the whole world into her deadly embrace. "I do choose!" she cried, black lightning splitting the sky. "But I do not choose from the demon Lords, who have crawled up to ascend this crest. I choose the one who has come from above to end the world. I choose the Destroyer!" her eyes met Samael's, wicked glee to stunned rage. "I choose Abaddon," she whispered.
The great dragon slammed into the Prince, fangs ripping at the ancient demon's throat. The Adversary screamed, but he was laughing through his scream, laughing as he died. The Destroyer - Abaddon the Destroyer - tossed away the broken corpse and roared at the sky, wings flared.
"What trickery is this?" Samael bellowed, eyes narrowed against the acidic rain that fell from the broken sky.
"No trick," Lilith replied, her hand resting fondly on Abaddon's foreleg. Abaddon shuddered under her touch but accepted it, clawing at the rock. "He has achieved what all of you have failed," Lilith continued. "The destruction of earth, the downfall of the Hellguard, and the end of the Four." Abaddon roared again, impossible sorrow and regret echoing through the city, underlaid with shattered madness as he both grieved and accepted his actions. "He has proven himself beyond all demons. Hell's throne belongs to the Destroyer."
"We will not stand for this," the Leviathan hissed. "We all know; the Throne is Samael's, and I would rather follow him than the Hellguard bastard." Her sinuous body edged around the spire, and her tail curled around Samael's legs. "I followed you from Heaven, Samael," she said, baring her teeth at Lilith. "I will follow you once more, if you but promise that we shall kill the upstart."
"I agree," Temeluchus rumbled. Another added his voice, and another; five of the other eight, all arranging themselves to stand behind and below Samael. The last three moved in the opposite direction, aligning themselves with the Destroyer, swearing loyalty with position alone.
"Six of the Nine stand against you," Samael said, casting a derisive eye over the three who had elected to stand by the fallen Hellguard. "Six who are all worthy of Hell's throne." No harm in throwing a little flattery at his new followers, was there? "Do you think you can kill us all?" He bared his teeth in a dead grin. "I taught you your trade before my Fall, whelp. Do you think you can kill me?"
Abaddon lowered his head, scaled muscle tensing. "Who said anything about killing you, Samael?" he asked, his first words since his arrival. "I intend for you to live a very, very long time."
The Destroyer pounced. Samael's grin widened and he readied himself for battle.
Fandom: Darksiders
Characters/pairings: Samael, Lilith, Abaddon
Rating: PG
Summary: The problem with ruling in Hell is that everyone else wants to, too.
Warnings: Spoilers.
Notes: I can't imagine that ANY demon was happy with following the Destroyer.
Table of Contents
o o o
Samael spread his hands and his wings at his sides, the asphalt boiling away from his feet as if in agony, and reveled in the Endwar as his troops decimated their allotted swath of the human city.
The city seemed an odd place for the heart of the Endwar. There were other places that seemed, at first glance, more appropriate; larger cities, military strongholds, holy sites. but now, with all of the armies of Heaven and Hell on earth, nothing was hidden, and the celestial and abyssal ley lines were perfectly clear. The abyssal ley lines intersected in this city, and Samael followed one of them to the Nexus.
To his left, he could see the Leviathan rise from the city bay in wave after wave of gleaming scale. Belphegor and Tiamat were visible to his right, and he could feel the rest, the Nine Lords of the Nine rings of Hell, and at the Nexus, their Queen and Prince.
The Prince of Lies perched atop a jagged mountain of twisted earth, his claws spread to his little brothers and sisters in threat and welcome both. Almost lost in his shadow, Lilith waited, eternally amused, and every demon lord focused on her alone. Their trek up the leys was all part of the ritual, the Adversary's presence a polite formality. His time was over and all of Hell knew it. The new throne would be established on earth, and Lilith would pick the one worthy to fill it.
A scout in his ear. The Hellguard rode in the city. So did War. No sign of the other Horsemen, but no matter. Not even eternal Death could stop this.
"Lilith!" Samael called out, placing one foot on the slope that led to Hell's rulers. "Dark Queen, Demon Mother. The time has come; choose now, and fill the throne of Hell on Earth."
The Prince grinned down at them all, blood seeping down his chin. "Such an eager little troop," he sneered, but even he knew that his power was drained at last. "So willing to kill their own brother."
"Your time is at an end, old man," Samael retorted. "And ours has come. Choose, Mother Demon, so that our work may begin."
"Pride goeth before the Fall, Samael," Lilith purred. "Your pride has spurred you to Fall once before, and now you fall from favor once more." She spread her hands wide, as if drawing the whole world into her deadly embrace. "I do choose!" she cried, black lightning splitting the sky. "But I do not choose from the demon Lords, who have crawled up to ascend this crest. I choose the one who has come from above to end the world. I choose the Destroyer!" her eyes met Samael's, wicked glee to stunned rage. "I choose Abaddon," she whispered.
The great dragon slammed into the Prince, fangs ripping at the ancient demon's throat. The Adversary screamed, but he was laughing through his scream, laughing as he died. The Destroyer - Abaddon the Destroyer - tossed away the broken corpse and roared at the sky, wings flared.
"What trickery is this?" Samael bellowed, eyes narrowed against the acidic rain that fell from the broken sky.
"No trick," Lilith replied, her hand resting fondly on Abaddon's foreleg. Abaddon shuddered under her touch but accepted it, clawing at the rock. "He has achieved what all of you have failed," Lilith continued. "The destruction of earth, the downfall of the Hellguard, and the end of the Four." Abaddon roared again, impossible sorrow and regret echoing through the city, underlaid with shattered madness as he both grieved and accepted his actions. "He has proven himself beyond all demons. Hell's throne belongs to the Destroyer."
"We will not stand for this," the Leviathan hissed. "We all know; the Throne is Samael's, and I would rather follow him than the Hellguard bastard." Her sinuous body edged around the spire, and her tail curled around Samael's legs. "I followed you from Heaven, Samael," she said, baring her teeth at Lilith. "I will follow you once more, if you but promise that we shall kill the upstart."
"I agree," Temeluchus rumbled. Another added his voice, and another; five of the other eight, all arranging themselves to stand behind and below Samael. The last three moved in the opposite direction, aligning themselves with the Destroyer, swearing loyalty with position alone.
"Six of the Nine stand against you," Samael said, casting a derisive eye over the three who had elected to stand by the fallen Hellguard. "Six who are all worthy of Hell's throne." No harm in throwing a little flattery at his new followers, was there? "Do you think you can kill us all?" He bared his teeth in a dead grin. "I taught you your trade before my Fall, whelp. Do you think you can kill me?"
Abaddon lowered his head, scaled muscle tensing. "Who said anything about killing you, Samael?" he asked, his first words since his arrival. "I intend for you to live a very, very long time."
The Destroyer pounced. Samael's grin widened and he readied himself for battle.