A demon roared, swinging its large arm as it struggled to catch the angel that was darting in front of it.

An angel shouted, white wings flapping down to send itself flying backwards out of the demon's attack.

And, settled in the background, hidden by the brush, was two pairs of eyes.

One was a brilliant gold in color. It was so golden, that it seemed to glow, though the dark shadows that surrounded them spoke otherwise of its supposed beauty. The other, a smaller set that seemed more furious in nature than the other eyes, were a lavender so light that the flaws of darker purple were noticeable in them. They seemed to be more alert as well. Every few seconds they would flicker to side to side before returning to the battling angel and demon. Nothing in either set of eyes suggested panic in them.

With a mighty growl, the demon with its red and black skin managed to land a hit on the angel. The demon, easily standing at fourteen feet tall with two massive claws on either hand, snarled as the angel that it had just struck landed roughly on the ground, skidding to a halt some place near the eyes. As they disappeared back into the foliage, the creature from Hell approached the panting angel. Chains rattled as it thundered up. Its beady eyes had locked onto the struggling angel as it tried to roll over and free the trapped halberd underneath itself, its white wings making it almost impossible to do so. The golden armor of the angel, dented in some places, creaked as it tried to pull the glowing feathers from the bushes that it had been caught on. That alone was strange enough; the angel could have sworn that it could feel the small prickings of what seemed like claws on its wing. But its main concern was the huge demon that had finally reached him, arm pulled back to kill him.

Before the demon could deliver the deathblow, a shadow darted. It slammed against the head the opposing creature, a bird-like shriek exploding from its mouth as a set of deadly looking claws flashed in the dying light before they were ripping into the demon's shoulders. The angel watched, a small spark of hope flickering through him, as he recognized a griffin, an angel's mount. Large wings, so black that they were almost blue, flapped madly as the demon tried to shove it off that the creature had obviously latched its yellow beak upon. A tail, long and feathery, wrapped about one of the demon's arms. As the triangular shaped head of the griffin jerked, ripping away part of the demon's flesh with it, its tail whipped out to the side, yanking the demon's arm with enough strength to rip it out from socket. Dark blood from the demon splattered across the grassy ground of forest. Darting away, the dark griffin jerked away from the creature, pulling along another chunk of its neck, and brought its tail around once more to slam it against the demon's face.

The angel recovered from its shock as some of the demon's blood landed on his armor with a soft hiss. It ripped its wing away from whatever that was holding it down by its wing. Pain flashed up through the appendage and the angel whipped around to see a large feline prowling out from the foliage that had hid it from the angel. Large white fangs were bared at the winged man and its eyes flickered over the beast. Muscles played out across its white and purple striped hide as it gracefully slid across the ground toward the angel, whiskers twitching as its tail swished back and forth. Small ears were pinned against its wide head and the angel had one fleeting thought -it's a tigress- before it was leaping.

There was a small noise as the griffin landed beside the tigress. It chirped at the mammal, large ears standing straight up in the air as its golden eyes casted a cheerful smile. Blood dripped from its beak; an obvious reminder of what the griffin was capable of was lying, face-first, in the grass some yards away as a bloodied mess. The tigress, calmer in nature and a little less playful, shook its head with a snort as it sat back on its haunches. Its ears flicked up as the griffin lowered its head, its skin rippling as it changed form. The black feathers of the griffin's wings shrunk until they were no more, creating a small jacket that was pulled around a much smaller figure than what it had been before. Its tail, once as long as its wingspan, was no more as the form protected by the black jacket shifted underneath. There was a small pause where the tigress had enough time to lift a paw nonchalantly up its mouth before a head popped out from the jacket.

"Sera! Did you see that awesomeness!" practically sang the dark haired woman that was now standing. "Neither one of them had time to even think twice!"

A whisker on the tigress, Sera, twitched. Huffing and flicking her tail, she returned to licking her massive bloody paw as she did her best to ignore her friend. She was succeeding until she was right in front of her, waving a piece of bacon that they had taken from one of the human towns under her nose. Just as she was opening her mouth to attempt to take the bacon from her, the once-griffin was dancing away, giggling. Huffing once more, Sera turned her head away.

Her friend, who knew her better than anyone after surviving more than a couple of centuries with her, smiled as she once more leaned forward to wave the small strip of bacon. "But it's so good," she teased. "Just cut a few hours ago..."

Stick it.

Abbygail, her friend, threw her head back to laugh. Sera glared at her, her ears flattening against her skull, as she watched the dark haired woman begin to gnaw on the bacon she had just been teased with. As Abbygail began to walk away -prancing more like it- Sera caught a strange scent. They had traveled just about everywhere on this planet. Having been exiled centuries ago and banished here, they had both watched as the planet of Man had flourished and then been wiped out by the mock Apocalypse that had been triggered. Man was just beginning to get a firm grip on Earth again and Sera had scented some weird stuff. Nothing came in comparision to this.

It reeked of death, but contained something that was even stronger; it reminded her strangely enough of garlic that had been sprinkled over a rotting body. While her nostrils flared, she brought her head down close to the ground, trying to find the cause. She found it in the corner of the deciduous woods that was some ways away from where both the now dead angel and demon laid. Abbygail had followed her curiously, still chewing on the bacon. Neither said a word as Sera allowed her nose to lead her through the underbrush and briars that were more common now. As a large mammal, her white fur caught on most of them; Abbygail slipped through them easier and happened to make a small yelping noise whenever her black jacket was grabbed by one.

When Sera found it, the evil that poured off it made her cringe. She hissed and unsheathed her claws as Abbygail walked up to it, the bacon still in her mouth as she crouched down to examine the object. If it could be called that. Clearly, it had once been a plant; it resemble that of a growing flower with its slender stem. What had taken over the plant was unclear, however. Where it had once been green, it was covered with a sickly charred color, like someone had taken the plant and burned it where it rested. The one leaf that had been growing from it was crinkled now as the small breeze carried away some of the blackened particles that had once been the leaf. The poor plant twisted awkwardly up to the darkening sky as it slowly fell down to the forest floor.

Sera bristled when Abbygail's small hand briefly brushed across the plant's leaf. It instantly dissipated from her touch, the little black remains floating through the air. With a hiss, the tigress moved out of their way as they drifted through the air. As they connected to other plants or the ground, the area around them darkened almost immediately. Tree bark that had hit grew large, sick dots littered the trunks. Leaves crumpled in on themselves as burnt pieces. Vine-like plants twisted into themselves and created structures that looked pained to even be there. The particles that had touched the ground created puddles of ash. Sera accidentally stepped in one; a burning sensation shot up through her leg and she yowled as she jumped back, shaking the little black particles from the pads of her paw as she casted a worried glance at Abbygail.

The woman instantly moved over, producing a small vial from a bag slung over her shoulder. Without a word she poured the light green contains over Sera's stinging injury. Feeling slowly regained itself in her paw and the tigress turned a curious head at her friend, her nostrils flaring curiously.

"I'm not exactly sure what's going on," Abbygail muttered as her gaze dropped to the sickness that she had just caused to spread. "I don't think that I've ever seen this before."

Could it be a new invention of Man? Sera pondered as she twitched her paw, flicking the green liquid of the healing potion that Abbygail had poured onto it off. Or maybe something that we overlooked before when we were in this area?

"No..." Abbygail's voice trailed off as she stood, shoving the vial back into her bag. Her golden eyes had locked upon the ground; Sera followed her friend's gaze to find that more of the strange looking plants were leading a small path into the woods. An instinct inside of her screamed in warning as Abbygail took a few steps down the path. Hesitantly, she followed her friend as she walked through the path as if in a daze, eyeing every mysterious plant with an interest that made Sera's stomach clench. There was a danger here that she couldn't explain.

As they continued down the path, the sickness worsened. Oak trees that had once reached up to the sky in glory were now twisted and crumpling down to the ground, their bare branches cracked and broken from the wind. The ground attempted to suck them in like mud and made disgusted noises as they treaded upon it. Small plants that normally were on the ground in huge numbers were no longer there. What animals that they saw were crows; their beady eyes were extremely unnatural red as they gazed down at them, shuffling their feathers hungrily as they chanted over and over again. Sera had been bristling for so long by now that she had lost feeling in her face. Every small crunch caused her to crouch down, growling as she bared her teeth. Abbygail seemed indifferent; she was walking almost calmly through the destruction that this... this disease was causing with her lips slightly parted, a curious glint in her golden eyes. When they reached an opened area, save for one large black tree in the center, Sera whimpered and moved as close as she could to Abbygail. She did not like the feeling that she got of this place at all. Not at all.

"What is this place?" Sera knew for a fact that Abbygail wasn't asking her; she didn't look at her once as she took her first step into the ash that covered the ground in front of them. "I haven't ever-"

A large crashing noise sounded and Sera yowled, jumping back, as a huge tentacle-like thing burst from the ash that was in front of them. She had just enough time to dive forward and grab the collar of Abbygail's jacket before the tentacle slammed down into the ground that her friend had once been. They both stared at the thing; the scaly skin was moving, as if in frustration, and was black in color like the ash. If anything, it was the ash; there was a haze about the large tentacle. The only thing that gave away the fact that it was even a tentacle was the suckers that decorated the bottom of the eight foot wide appendage. A rumpling vibrated underneath them and Sera nervously looked up at the tentacle as it lifted up into the air once more. It hovered near them for a moment, like it was waiting for something to move, before it slowly slithered back into the ash.

Let's leave! Sera exclaimed as she leapt away from her dazed friend, halting when she failed to hear Abbygail move. She looked frozen as she stared at the sea of ash that surrounded the tree. Sera whimpered, moving over to nudge her shoulder as she tried to break her free. Abbygail, please. We can look more into this later.

This seemed to work; Abbygail blinked once before she scrambled to her feet. She failed to run like Sera wanted her too and the tigress felt like roaring in frustration. She had to get away from the evil of this place. It stank of death, sickness, and everything else. As Sera returned to her friend, whimpering as she kept her head low and her tail between her legs, Abbygail finally made a noise.

"We have to destroy this."

Are you insane? The last time that we tried to mess with something, Sera hissed as she seized Abbygail's jacket arm in her mouth, pulling lightly so she wouldn't rip the fabric. We were blamed for trying to start a war. I know that I do not need to remind you what happened then! We leave it!

Her friend pulled free her sleeve, her eyes still locked on the tree. "We pledged to protect Man."

Has it killed Man yet? If it hasn't, then it is none of our business, Sera hissed. She was really beginning to grow annoyed at the stubborn side that was beginning to make an appearance from Abbygail. She wanted nothing to do with this thing.

"And when it does?"

We are not strong enough to defeat something like this alone, Abby. Leave it be. The Council will take care of it.

Sera saw Abbygail's face fall at the mention of the Council. Her hands clenched and her eyes became distant; the tigress batted her head against Abbygail's leg to keep her from being consumed by a memory. With a shaky breath, Abbygail nodded. "You're right. It's not our business. Yet."

Brand. New. Darksiders. Story. Awesome, right? The idea for this story came from Consecrator; awesome person by the way, go check them out! And then some more ideas came from Messenger_of_God45; we're sharing the document on Google Docs and working on it together. So credit comes from both of them.

But hang on tight and enjoy the ride! It's going be one heck of one!