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doodlesdreaming · 2 years

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"Who are you?"

"I was once many things. Redeemer...Destroyer...Pawn...Messiah. Now I am a blade, that reaves fear into the hearts of all the living; a devourer of souls."

"I was mainly asking for your name."

"......Raziel."

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1stunseeliefaelass · 11 months

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Video Game DnD Adventure

(This is an idea sprung up randomly where in I had to wonder what may happen if certain video game characters existed in DnD. Not in an isekai way, but as if they were from Faerun or other places in the DnD universe. Featuring Death from the Darksiders series, Nikki from Love Nikki, Kain & Raziel from the Legacy of Kain series, & Alice from the American McGee's Alice franchise. Bare in mind this is a slight DnD interpretation of them. So not everything will be spot on but I will certainly do my best, course some light headcanon may be mixed in as well, you've been warned. If you want more of this do let me know. For now I'm just doing an introduction for funsies. Hope you all enjoy.)

Within Faerun, a lot of dangerous creatures exist. Some are more vicious than a demon. Others are extremely, dangerously intelligent. Some will simply eat you, others kill you, or worse. Death has seen it all, having grown a vast reputation for his capabilities in the slaying of beasts alongside his siblings. Leading them into victory on numerous occasions in the name of their mysterious masters. Rarely when not in service to them however, he takes on other work to pay the bills and all. Normally he'd bring his siblings if he felt is was needed, but this time he was asked to come alone. This much he reread many times on the parchment he'd been given. First asking the local curior of where he'd chosen to live if he had the right place and person. Upon being assured that yes everything was in order, he took it inside. He still struggled to believe what he ultimately saw in the writing. Aside from being told to come alone, he was only given a location and a payment amount.

"This doesn't seem right.", He began to say to himself, "Sure the pay is good, and I don't mind a lone job now and then. But normally I am given at least some details. This seems suspicious, maybe I shouldn't..."

Suddenly he heard a knock on his door, and opened it suspecting the curior to have returned. He was not expecting too much beyond there to have been a mistake as he thought.

"H-hello..*pant*..again..*cough*..sir.", the lad told him in a wheeze.

"Let me guess, mistake after all then?"

"Oh no...it's not that. I just...*huff* *cough*...missed this.", He replied before handing off a long and thin box.

Death took it and handed the young lad a flask, "Eh thank you. Here, for the road. And do try to take it easy."

"Oh thanks sir, and will do. *cough cough* Good day."

"Good day."

Death then shut the door behind him and opened the package to find a board and ouija planchette. He panicked at first and hurried about for something to burn it with, and in. Then something caught his attention, a strange whispering coming from the board. He froze and tried ignoring whilst continuing to search, but eventually the draw on him was too strong and so he went back up to it. Cautiously he touched the planchette upon its surface, and moved it slowly across the board. He only grew more nervous as nothing happened before finally feeling a presence.

He about moved the planchette to goodbye, until he heard a man's voice tell him, "Wait...through this method...you among many were chosen...Search among the ashes."

At a glance, he finally noticed the ash on it obscuring some oval shapes. Carefully he brushed it away and saw an image of himself, and three others that somehow were not burnt. There was also a few burn spots with outlines of where some images seemed to have been.

"I consulted the spirits...seeking gifted individuals...some like you...others not. You and the others have been chosen...So I implore you...come to the noted location..."

"Well, I would be angrier about a spirit invading my home this way but...", Death started to say.

"I am no spirit myself...just a medium like you sir."

Death narrowed his eyes a bit, "And a capable one at that. Especially to get passed my wards unnoticed by me until now. However, I would know what I'm needed for first. So tell me."

"Trapped souls need your help..."

"That's it? That's all you're giving me? Why should I even agree to this?"

"You'll learn more on your own...as is wished for."

Death groaned in annoyance, "Ugh fine then, I'll help you. Now would you kindly leave my home?"

Upon his asking, the presence faded away. He stood for a moment in silence before breathing a sigh of relief. He then took a moment to glance at the board again, taking a closer look at the other unburnt portraits. One was of a young looking girl with a flowery dress, rather unassuming. Another was of a man who looked a bit 'demonic?' 'draconic?', strange indeed but definitely someone capable in some way. The third was a black haired, green eyed girl. She appeared to be the polar opposite of the other girl, but aside from a bloodied blue and white dress with a knife in hand, she looked only somewhat harmless. Well to himself at the very least. Regardless he prepared a sack of his things to bring, the usual odds and ends of dealing with restless or trapped dead, and headed out. The board disappearing just as he walked out his door.

Meanwhile, Kain was met with a similar package. Finding it haphazardly left on his doorstep, clearly the deliverer was in a hurry to leave. He chuckled before bringing it inside, out of a morbid curiosity. The Soul Reaver lightly resonated as he placed it down, somewhat concerning him. He used his necromancy to reach out to the Reaver, to Raziel. Vaguely, he could sense Raziel feeling cautious about the box.

"You're not the only one Raziel, believe me you resonating with it's arrival is indeed strange to me.", Kain responded simply, not expecting to hear any in return.

Kain then opened the box and found a strange ashen board with a planchette. He was unsure of what it was initially, but seeing a portrait of himself and three others among the ash did pique some interest. The first image was a young girl who didn't seem to be a threat, but his experiences had taught him to avoid underestimations. 'I'll reserve my judgements, for now.' The other contained an image of a heavy set man in a skull like mask. 'Now this one looks unsavory, however so do I. So again I'll be careful in my judgments.' The final he glanced at was a girl no older than previous one. This one however, struck him as someone oddly powerful. Her piercing emerald eyes exuded confidence despite the innocent blue and white dress she wore, as bloodied as it was. Even with such a small blade in hand, Kain could tell she was competent with it. 'A competent warrior is often a great one indeed. Rare to see such tainted innocence incarnate. Then again, I suppose I'm one to talk aren't I?'

Kain then huffed under his breath, "What do you think Raziel?"

Once again, nothing was heard. Instead he got a stronger feeling of caution, but yet also curiosity from the blade as well.

"Your curiosity may just be the end of me one of these days. Although, it is rare to see you react to anything like this. So I suppose we can look further into it.", Kain then searched the box again before finding a simple note. On it was a location and a request to come alone, "Huh, well I can't imagine me bringing you would count against me really. You're not exactly...living, so surely not."

Kain felt a brief annoyance that faded as quickly as it came, getting a chuckle from him. Suddenly, a group of new feelings went through Kain's mind one after the other. First there was a sudden twinge of anger mixed with disbelief, then passive aggression, apprehension, caution again, and finally settling down into an acceptance of sorts. Next Kain caught very brief sight of a humanoid shade roaming around his halls. His hand palmed the Reaver as he watched it keenly. It stopped at the board before picking up a quill nearby, and with a dip of ink began writing upon some spare parchment on the table the board now laid upon. Kain settled a bit as the shade suddenly disappeared and glanced upon its writings.

"'You may bring him.', How curious. Is that what was going on then? A discussion between you and...whatever it was that entered here?"

A feeling of affirmation, and Kain simply nodded in understanding. He needed nothing from his home, save the location he needed to reach, and so left with only himself and the Reaver on his back.

Elsewhere, Nikki got home from a day out with friends. Her anthropomorphic cat and friend Momo was complaining as per usual for food. His stubby body hopping about in impatience until he had to adjust his yolk yellow cloak. Nikki giggled softly through the moment, and began searching her pantry and icebox for fish. Eventually finding just that and going outside to grill it. Nikki soon returned inside and placed the plated grilled fish down for Momo before returning to kitchen to make her own meal. Then she heard a simple knock at her door as Momo struggled to hop into his seat. She then opened it to find a young delivery man at the door.

"Hello, is this for me?", she asked him warmly.

"Uh uhm yes ma'am. I only know that it was apparently urgent. You also have other mail. Looks like more letters."

Nikki's eyes lit up, "Must be Mom, and a few others heheh. Thank you, and have a nice day."

"Uh you too.", the boy said before walking away awkwardly.

Nikki smiled before walking inside with her mail. Momo listened intently as she read out the sweet letter of her Mom and the fun filled adventures her sister wrote about. She then finally made herself a meal, and began eating as Momo began inspecting the package. His fish near finished on the plate in front of him.

"Hey Nikki, you forgot one. Did your Mom send it? Is it grilled fish? I'll bet it's grilled fish."

"I don't know Momo. Let's finish eating first ok?", she told him simply.

Momo agreed and sat down beside the package, watching it closely with curiosity. Eventually as Nikki began to put her dishes away, Momo suddenly yelped out. Nikki rushed over to find Momo up his cat tree and the package opened. Sighing softly she walked over to inspect it before finding what scared Momo. An ash covered board with a few pictures on it, including her own. It was kind of creepy, but not as much as the fact that the board looked burnt and yet four of the pictures were somehow untouched. One looked like a girl about her age, with a darker color palette than her. She did like the white and blue dress she wore though, but the blood and knife did seem offputting. She did have to admit though, the woman had some things Nikki struggled to keep hold of. 'I wish I had her confidence, she looks so strong too.' The other two images also held the same confidence and strength of the woman. Two men who looked vastly different from any man she'd seen, even those seemingly among the divine of Miraland. Nikki found them scarier than the woman though. Especially the one who looked like some sort of demon, even if the other's face was hidden by a bone mask. She took the board from the box anyway, and placed it on her table. Ultimately wanting to learn more about what was going on with it.

"Nikki are you crazy?! That thing is just creepy!"

"I know, but this isn't our first time dealing with creepy things."

"We got lucky in Miraland, who knows where THIS might take us!", Momo retorted, stamping his foot.

Nikki sighed again before just touching the board. She felt a sense of urgency come over her, then quickly rushed to the box. Inside was a note with a location on it and request to come alone. From here she felt like something or someone was pleading. She touched the planchette the board came with next and then found herself witnessing the past from what she could tell.

Within the vision was a message to her from a strange man, "Hello Nikki, my name is Balthazar Gabriel. If you're seeing this, then you've recieved the board. I know it must look very concerning, but I've heard quite a lot about you. I must say I'm most impressed with your immense capacity for empathy. The fact you could reach your friend past the clutches of an angered goddess is an incredible feat. Not to mention how quickly you can form bonds with others and your talents in psychometry to better understand those whose designs you wore in Miraland. With these qualities, I believe you'd make a perfect addition to the team. These three may seem intimidating and certainly have their dark sides, but I have no doubt you'll be able to keep things civil. I would tell you more on them, but they both prefer their respective privacy, so I'll leave it to you to learn about them in time. That said, go to the location on the note and all will come to be revealed there. I must also ask you come on your own, as your beloved cat companion Momo would likely not be able to handle what I'm asking of you."

Nikki held her hand to her chest at this before suddenly feeling a sharp pain in her legs. Looking down she sees Momo scratching her and that she's back at home, or rather she never left it. Luckily her leggings took the brunt of Momo's claws and her legs themselves didn't hardly get all that hurt.

"Give back Nikki! Give back Nikki!"

"Momo!"

"Ah! Oh Nikki!", Momo shouts before immediately hugging her, "I'm so sorry! You suddenly went all ghost-like and I could hear a man talking to you. I couldn't do anything! I just wanted you back."

Nikki picks Momo up and hugs him tightly before sitting down on the couch with him. After a bit of comforting he settles down enough for Nikki to explain herself and what happened. Momo is upset about her leaving but agrees he's had his fair share of scary stuff. Home is much safer than that after all. Nikki then calls upon some friends to watch over Momo until she can come home. Upon getting their promises she changes into a more suitable outfit for the trip and heads on her way.

Alice luckily had little incidents after her initial introspective trip in the opera house. Continuing her work there in the backrooms of the backstage area for money. Managing to survive well enough most days. Even using her newfound capabilities to aid those around her. The actors and actresses often being able to release their stress easily with her help somehow. Unfortunately as the show season died down she was forced to consider other options to earn extra money. Sure she still had a job, just wasn't needed as often and her pay reflected that. This day however, one such opportunity finally presented itself. A small package came to the Royal Opera House with her name on it. Upon recieving it, Alice found herself examining it cautiously.

"Another strange package. Wonder if it's the same sender who gave me the portrait of my family whilst I was at Bumby's?", She mused before outstretching a curious hand.

An all too familiar voice soon made itself known, "Curiosity does usually kill the cat you know. Or rather in your case, leads down deep rabbit holes."

"Come to visit again Cheshire?", Alice inquired with a quiet sigh.

To which he chuckled out, "How does one visit that which they cannot leave?"

"Typical. Though I am guessing I have good reason to be cautious if you've shown yourself?"

Cheshire's ears cocked to and fro, "It would do you well, hmhmhm but where's the fun in that? After all your curiosity often brings you to your best self.", ending off the spiel with his usual sly, wide smirk.

Alice simply nodded at this and opened the parcel before her. Inside she found a strange board with lines of ash laid on it. Alongside four photographs somehow untouched by the flames that once burned. Though it also appeared other photos had been burnt completely. Looking at the anomaly more closely, she recognized an old photo of herself from a newspaper. Her eyes narrowed a brief moment before they glanced towards the others. One held the image of a girl no older than herself by the look of it, though her color palette seemed more pastel and frilly like than hers. An otherwise 'normal' girl, also unlike herself. As for the other two images, she couldn't help but question their authenticity. Both were men by what she could tell, yet looked like Wonderland residents to her to a degree. One having a draconic air to him, with only three fingers or perhaps claws on each hand. The other looking particularly odd with a bone mask hiding his face, and eyes like fire that seemed to stare through her. She took the board up to place it on the table the parcel was on, and next found a planchette waiting inside. With a brief glance to Cheshire, she kept going into this latest rabbit hole. Placing the planchette upon the board, to no real fanfare. She turned around to look at Cheshire again before realizing the room around her had shifted. Instead of a storage room with a table, she was greeted by a study like space. Bookshelves aligning the walls, a strange device with a large globe at the center, and in front of it was a man. As he turned to face her, Alice went for the Vorpal Blade, knowing it'd be at her side.

"Do not worry Ms. Liddel, I mean no harm by triggering your abilities."

Her eyes narrowed at him, "It's one thing to do it myself, it's another to be controlled. Tell me who you are, right now."

"I am Balthazar Gabriel, and you are now within my Wonderland, so to speak."

"Why bring me here? You don't seem in need of much help, compared to others that is."

He only smiled warmly, "You are correct, Ms. Liddel. However, there are others in need that your abilities could help save. Trapped souls lost in limbos of their own making. You've saved yourself and do the same for others. I can promise you as well that you'll be well compensated for your time."

"Suppose I agree, how am I to find you?", Alice questioned whilst slowly lowering her guard.

"For that answer, look inside the parcel once more."

She did as he directed, and found a train ticket waiting for her, alongside a map with a circled location and trail leading to it, "Oddly convenient, but generous of you nonetheless."

"If there's anything that makes the trip easier, I'll ensure you recieve it promptly. I hope to see you soon. Do give the others my regards if you'd please as well."

With that he and the scene before her faded away before Alice shut her eyes instinctively. Upon their reopening, she was back in the storage room. Still grasping the ticket she'd been given, though the parcel and board were now unaccounted for. She couldn't be sure of their whereabouts, but chose not to question it for now. Instead she decided to look into this mystery after all. Waiting until her latest shift ended before informing her employer that she'd be away for a time. He surprisingly accepted this, stating he'd recieved a letter telling him that she was required and that he'd be paid for the troubles of being without her. Alice was unsurprised, suspecting this Mr. Gabriel to be behind it. Taking it as is before finally taking her things and heading off to see to this latest job opportunity.

Kain was the first to arrive, and began to wait patiently for the others to come. At first the place was a barren spot for a time. But had some places to hide during the day. Kain had nothing to fear from daylight unlike most of his kin, but being seen was a different story entirely. Better to avoid unneeded conflict with random strangers unrelated to this task. Unless he needed to feed that is. Eventually though, the barren spot was caught up in a strange dust devil like storm before a massive house materialized there. Kain though caught off guard initially, felt Raziel reacting within the Soul Reaver once again.

Suddenly he heard that long since lost voice, "Kain?"

"Raziel?", Kain asked a bit shocked before speaking up again, "How can this be? After all this time?"

"I am as confused as you are. But this is not an unwelcome thing really. It's...nice. Being heard again."

Kain responded in solidarity, "It's nice to be hearing you again. Been far too long Raziel."

"Indeed it has. Someone's headed over, be on guard."

"Always."

#Darksiders #Legacy of Kain #Love Nikki #American McGee's Alice #Sorta DND Adventure #Death #Kain #Raziel #Nikki #Alice #Biting a bullet #Fanfic Attempt/Idea

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proxis-shattered-expectations · 2 years

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Excitement (Darksiders and Soul Reaver rambling)

Guys, the same company that bought THQ Nordic has bought the games created by Eidos and Crystal Dynamics from Square Enix... Do you know what this means?! There is hope, and where there is hope there is a chance, where there's a chance there is multiple Soul Reaver and Darksiders drawings coming up! I will not stop drawing them until either a revamp and or new game comes up for Legacy of Kain, or a new game announcement for Darksiders....I Have SPOKEN!!

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sophi-s · 3 years

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My OC comes back! :D

Hey, guys! Ever wondered how Raziel looks like without his blindfold on?

Yeah... This is one of the reasons why angels find him disturbing and definitely prefer him with the blindfold.

The black markings are scars left by the curse that took his eyesight. There are few angels who don't mind those but even Azrael finds them concerning. He fears they may be more than mere scars...

In case you don't know Keeper Raziel yet, I send you to those two links:

Headcannons for the Archangel of Dark Secrets

DarksidersInktober2020 piece for Raziel (this one is less important)

Edit: Phew, I fixed it. Feel free to reblog 😂

#darksiders #darksiders 2 #darksiders 3 #darksiders genesis #darksiders angels #darksiders raziel #keeper raziel #archangel of dark secrets #darksiders oc #darksiders asariel #mah boi :D #and his bby snek <3 #I fixed it XD

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drowsy-doodler · 4 years

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I got kinda crazy with my white pen but I think it looks decent😅

#darksiders oc #my stuff #oc #oc: raziel #darksiders #angel #fallen angel #my art

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playersofthegames · 7 years

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Wife: Death looks like Raziel.

Me: You're racist.

#Darksiders #Darksiders 2 #legacy of Kain #Raziel #soul reaver

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bardicious · 4 years

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Okay!!!! This is my list for Sixfanarts, last two were added by me:

Raziel from Legacy of Kain Fury from Darksiders Alucard from Castlevania - Games or Show Mara or Crush - DC Comics (Teen Titans) Jaskier - Witcher Hawks - Keigo Takami - My Hero Academia

Get ready! I’ll try to finish this as quickly as I can. hehe.

#Everything Else In a Nice Tidy Basket

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proxis-shattered-expectations · 3 years

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"Caww!"

"He seems to like you."

"Just keep your rat with feathers away from me."

In case you were wondering....yes. Dust is convinced Raziel is a walking, talking buffet of rotting flesh.🤣😂. Anywho, still transfixed on the Darksiders/Legacy of Kain, so back with Death and Raziel shenanigans for the 4th day "Crossover". The sass masters of the respective games. Hope ya like!

Darksiders week 2021 blog

Prompts provided by @lananiscorner

Art is mine

Death and Dust belong to Darksiders franchise

Raziel belongs to Legacy of Kain franchise

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proxis-shattered-expectations · 3 years

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"The Reapers of souls."

Day 5: Crossovers for darksiders week is here, and I have to draw my two favorite games into one. Soul Reaver/legacy of Kain series was the first adventure game that had such deep story, and blood/gore to boot. It was the first PlayStation game I ever played, and that experience made me appreciate and like Darksiders even more, and so I drew the Reapers of Souls from each of their respective games. Starring Raziel, vampire turned wraith, to the most powerful Nephilim known as Death

Art belongs to me

@darksiders-week blog

Prompts by @lananiscorner

Raziel belongs to Legacy of Kain

Death belongs to Darksiders

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sophi-s · 3 years

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Done

Chaotic Angel Twins (CAT XD). For those interested, I wrote some headcannons for these two as well. You can find it under the cut.

Aurelion & Auriel headcannons

As I said before, they are twins. A brother and a sister.

Both have eyes after their father and (unfortunately for him) temper after their mother.

They were born too early. Thanks to Azrael all ended well but for a few weeks they were very weak and needed extra care.

This is one of the many reasons Abaddon is aggressively protective of the little fledglings.

Their birth changed the old, disgruntled angelic general. Brought back something from the times when he was younger and less bitter. Something that warmed his stone cold heart a little and no one was more surprised by this change than Abaddon himself. But don't say it out loud. It works only for his kids. He still won't hesitate to quite literally hand your arse over to you XD

In the end, they pulled through the worst and grew up to be quite a troublesome duo.

Aurelion causes the most mischief. He's the troublemaker number one.

Auriel is more collected and very closely attached to her father but once an opportunity presents itself, she won't hold back from joining her brother.

They love Abaddon but they wouldn't be caught dead actually obeying their old man.

Of course, there are moments when they do listen to him but it's only when they don't feel like causing trouble or if they see that their father looks down in the dumps, utterly exhausted or downright pissed off.

They might be cocky most of the time but when Abaddon gets really angry they turn into absolutely different children.

No, he wouldn't cause them any harm, the worst punishment they can get is yelling, stern reprimanding, getting grounded or sent to Ardent Spire to help older angels if they do something particularly bad.

"With all due respect, Lord Abaddon, but is this punishment meant for them or us ?"

One of their favorite games is called "hijack a griffin". Need I say more?

There are sometimes days when their father doesn't feel like going anywhere and can't focus on anything due to phantom pains of his lost eye, like white hot metal jammed into his skull and Uriel has to take over his duties for the time being (you know migraines? Now imagine it centered on your eye and ten, or more, times worse).

This is the only occasion when the squabs don't mess around and simply stay with him, prattling about various things to keep him distracted, or blessedly dozing off on top of him as he rests, waiting for the pain to lessen.

Abaddon thinks they're too curious for their own good. Another reason for being always on alert.

Lay a finger on either of them and the last thing you'll hear is the sound of an absolutely ballistic archangel teleporting behind you XD

Before you ask, no, the twins don't respect authority. At all.

Their favorite victims are the Archons. "They get mad in very funny ways." Besides, there's something so satisfying about pranking an Archon..

They love going out to watch the Hellguard train. After all, they too are going to be warriors when they grow up.

Aurelion and Auriel are so notoriously mischievous that now whenever someone knocks on Abaddon's door, the first thing the archangel says is "What did they do this time?"

Their favorite way of messing with their father is tying his feet together or running off when he's not looking.

Have you ever seen Abaddon seemingly pointlessly wandering around the White City, looking around and snapping at anyone who dared to interrupt him? Yeah, he was on a child-hunt..

The twins know their city like the backs of their hands so you can imagine how difficult it is to find them.

Don't get me wrong, the squabs can behave if they want to. The problem is that most of the time they don't 😂

"Let me see what you have" vine.

I mean, Abaddon did give them a couple of lessons on self defense but he wouldn't hand either of them any sharp objects. Not yet at least. The risk is not worth it.

(Optional for an OC insert) Even Raziel isn't safe from their shenanigans. They ain't scared of one archangel, no matter how unsettling even to adults he is.

In fact they see him as a friend and visit him frequently.

The only reason they tend to mess with the Keeper is his ability to scry. They see it as a challenge.

They would probably consider Azrael their friend too but since he's one of their tutors... you know. Authority = prank victim 😂

This is why they like annoying their father so much. You could say that its some funny sort of respect. You have to be worthy to suffer from their best pranks 😆

Turns out even Azrael's patience has its limits :P

Whenever both Abaddon and Uriel have to attend to their duties, the twins are left under the care of one of general's friends.

"UNCLE NATHANIEL!" :D

They love Nathaniel to bits and always enjoy his company. He's one of the few angels who aren't twins' target. Mostly because he's at it with them when no one's watching XDDD

Oh, btw. The Horsemen don't want to have anything to do with those little devils. Abaddon is bad enough but his kids are somehow even worse.

War finds them too chaotic and unruly. Ha can't reach an understanding with them.

Fury wouldn't touch them with a ten foot pole. She dreads to think what they will become once they're adults...

Death thinks they're too... "strife'y" for his taste. Nah, that's Abaddon's problem, not his.

All of them stay away. Except for Strife. He likes the little squabs. He just needs to find a way to get past Abaddon in a "mother-hen" mode.

"I refuse to let you corrupt my children, Horseman, back off!"

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sophi-s · 4 years

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Meet my (and my little brother's ^.^) first Darksiders OC.

Raziel. The Archangel of Dark Secrets. Here's my headcannon for him:

One of the older and most mysterious angels of the White City

Normally, none of the angels is considered even slightly ominous or downright sinister but Raziel brakes this unwritten rule.

A little younger than Azrael, who's his best friend, one of the few

Cherub (as you can see above)

He is a seer. His gift of foresight is frowned upon by envious angels and feared by the rest

Blind. Raziel lost his eyesight after reading a cursed tome when he was young. No healer was able to help him

His visions usually come in dreams or in random moments when he's close to a person the said vision is about

Cryptic™. Visions he receives are hazy and unclear, and require a lot of energy and concentration to maintain. They're rarely very detailed

Most of the angels avoid him like plague as he creeps them out. Many believe his visions and exposure to dark magic drove him mad

In truth, he's a very gentle and soft spoken man. He rarely ever raises his voice

Hums a lot, usually soft tunes that bring him peace

He's single. His way of being scares off any potential partners

"Any friend of Azrael is a friend of mine."

Well... while he considered Abaddon his friend, Raziel was one of the very few things that scared the older archangel (every time Raziel turned all spooky and spoke of an evil omen over Abaddon's head, the leader of the Hellguard went "NOPE, screw this 😨" and proceeded to remove himself from the immediate vicinity XD)

Formally, he goes by "Keeper Raziel"

Shares a lot in common with Jamareah and finds him an enjoyable company

To prevent future accidents with dangerous artifacts and tomes of ancient magic, Raziel decided to create a vault where all such items will be under his supervision

Carries his keys everywhere (he may be blind but don't try to steal any from him. Bad idea. Awful.)

He's a powerful sorcerer but he can't compete with Azrael. His speciality are protective wards and lifting curses

Knows forbidden magics but doesn't dare to use them unless it's truly necessary

Used to guard the Seven Seals

Agreed to give them up after Abaddon convinced him to, even though he sensed something horrible coming from this

Mourned the fate of Earth along with Azrael. After this, he lost his faith in his foresight and himself

Conducts research on the Chronospheres in hopes that one he will be able to move the time back and save the countless lives so unnecessarily lost in the Endwar.

While not fond of humanity per se, he finds mortals interesting and holds no prejudice against them

Tends to overthink things and can be found lost in thought quite often

Doesn't talk much, but when he does, he uses a lot of sophisticated and difficult words

Owns a rare, winged serpent that often coils around his arm. The reptile acts as his eyes, communicating with Raziel through telepathy (I have yet to draw this one 😩)

@imagine-darksiders you inspired me- uh, I meant US- to create this boi. Cheers to you, Ellie! 🙋

#darksiders #idk #archangel #darksiders oc #headcannon #Keeper Raziel #meh XD #imagine darksiders #phew #this is a long post

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Day 30 #With their familiar

You guys remember Raziel? The Archangel of Dark Secrets? If so, then good!