#proxi asks

And whilst I lay in bed contemplating my life choices and trying to keep my $20 dollar breakfast skillet down.

Got any headcanons or scenario for Strife and Fury and Reader getting White Girl drunk at brunch and War and Death having to deal with them?

  Ah yes, Mimosas are all fun and good until one has a lil too much...they always win.  Mayhaps a scenario this time around

Brunch of Mimosas

Third person’s POV

  When Death had arrived to Y/N’s flat, he was expecting to see them along with the other siblings.  All the while hoping the house is still intact due to the foreboding image of three horseman under one roof.  To his surprise when he entered, one was there, the only one large enough to have trouble sitting on the couch. Perplexed, Death spoke up to grab his brother’s attention.  “War, What are you doing here?”

  Said nephilim snapped to attention at this, giving up on the furniture as he stood to his full height.  “I would ask you the same, but it would seem for a similar reason.”

“Which is?”

  With a gruff reply, War answered with a slightly annoyed expression, still glaring at the piece of furniture below.  “Y/N is not here.  They left a note pertaining to their whereabouts, so  I intend to wait until they return.”

  Nodding, Death glanced around the room with an almost thoughtful gaze. He dared himself to ask the obvious.  “And what of the other two? I imagine wherever the human goes, Strife is sure to follow.”

  War’s expression did not shift much at this inquiry, all he did was point to the counter.  Ontop was a slip of paper, and as Death approached and carefully plucked it from the surface, his eyes skimmed the message written.

  Got hungry while waiting, will be back after Brunch.

  Sincerely, Y/N

  P.S. Strife tagged along as well so if you wanna join, feel free to pop in at (Made up restaurant address)

  Well that explains their absence...but what of Fury?

  As if on cue, the telephone on the wall rang out with it's ear splitting symphony. The Sheer sound made both nephilim flinch as they whipped around to face the source.  For a moment they stood there, letting it ring for a while until Death caved and went over.  Tentatively, he remembered what Y/N would do to silence it, and slowly picked off the plastic contraption from its perch. Holding it close to his ear, he waited for an answer.  Breathing could be heard on the other side with undiscernible background noise to muddy any sort of words to make out. Death was about to hang up until finally, the other person spoke in a voice that left him questioning why he had to be the one to pick up. “Hello hello, we’ve been trying to contact you about your car’s extended warranty.  Is this ‘Big red’?”

  The overuse of a fake accent was strange, but the lilt and familiar drawl in the other’s voice gave it away.  Death instinctively let out deep sigh as he answered in a deadpanned tone.  “Strife, where are you and where is Y/N?”

  An Immediate answer came when he heard Strife in the background go “Oh shit, it’s the Reaper!”  Followed by a raspy laugh and another giggling, and he swore he heard the other whisper something about a prank call.  The Old Nephilim almost facepalmed at this, and would have also missed the next person that sounded like Y/N’s voice, but it was light and buzzed by the sound of it as they tried to act serious.  “I don’t know who this Strife is...but I will find you....and I will kill you.” And before he could retort, the other line hung up abruptly

The Impulse to crush the infernal device was tempting, but Death had better things to do than take it out on the communications box.  War couldn't help but give him a questioning look as Death strode past towards the door.  “Where are you going Brother?”

“To find our little wayward trio.  It seems they can’t go anywhere without proper supervision.”

*At the Restaurant* 

  Death had seen many things in the multitude of worlds and eons he has lived through, and while War was the youngest, he certainly was no exception.  But even the sight before them had left them stumped and without words.  

  The restaurant was mostly empty save for the waitress and barkeep, both of whom would not bother looking at the two nephilim, instead were currently transfixed on the lone trio in the back corner of the room.  Death himself was almost afraid to approach.

  Fury was currently sitting there, but from her slouched form laying her head on top of the table, it was hard to even tell if she was conscious due to how still she was.  That in itself was shock enough.  The other came in the form of Strife (No surprise), who was now standing in front of the wall with an apple on his head, struggling to keep upright and balanced.  At the center of it all was none other than Y/N, also standing but holding what looked like a butter knife in their grasp as they held it upward.  They were facing Strife, who called out in a blurry form of speech.  “C’mon Y/N, you can do it!! I believe in you!!!”

  Next to him, War’s eyes seemed to light up in pure shock, taking the incredulous sight in, and Death couldn’t blame him for the bewildered puzzlement.  It’s not everyday you see Nephilim and a human wasted while attempting to play knife throwing, and before War could have a chance to speak up, Death stopped him as he quickly muttered.  “No...I wanna see how this plays out.”  Even if they were obviously drunk, Death was not about to let the opportunity of a butter knife hitting Strife in the eye pass up.

Both watched as Y/N wavered to the side a bit, and without missing a beat, flung the knife forward hoping to hit the fruit.

Needless to say, it didn’t.

  With a metallic clang, it made contact with Strife’s chest plate and bounced off as it fell to the floor.  Strife glanced at the failed attempt, and then back to the human with a slurred quip that followed.  “Not bad for a first try....how about we try one of my knives...maybe it’ll stick better.”

  Death couldn’t help but let out a dry chuckle, half tempted to just let it happen until War saw the chance to say something before it got messy. “Strife, what in the Creator’s name are you doing?”

  Both Strife and Y/N perked up at the voice, and quickly forgetting about arming the drunk human, Strife called out as he staggered towards the pair.  “War! Yo you missed the party, it was just about to get good."  Flailing limbs met with the immovable wall of War as one arm landed on his shoulder, holding himself up on unsteady feet.  “My bro, you have got to try one of these My-mosies.  Y/N said they are pretty good and DAMN, they are good!!”

Y/N giggled in a light hearted manner, adding drowsily.  “It’s Mimosa, get it right bro.”

  Strife put his other hand up in surrender as he struggled to say his next words, laughing at the cheeky response before Death finally spoke.  “What happened to Fury then?”

  Y/N quickly piped up as they started.  “Well she came in a little later, and while we were eating I got some drinks after she said she was thirsty-”

  Before they could finish, Strife interrupted with an excited tone to his voice.  “She never had a Mimosa before, and I was already on my third so I gave her mine...Then I think it became a competition after a couple drinks?  I think after the....”  His words drifted off as he proceeded to count with his fingers, earning a concerned look from War. “Fifth? No...Tenth drink, she went to sleep...that was an hour ago.”  

  Strife still held onto War’s shoulder for support as he yelled across the room.  “Yo Fury, ya dead?!”

  A couple seconds passed without a word, but before they could fear the worst, the body shifted as an arm rose up, which proceeded to flip the bird as a coherent response.  “Yeeeaaahhh...she’ll be fine.”  Strife waved it off as he left War’s side, facing the eldest with an unnerving stare.  “You know Y/N, I think I understand that saying now.”

  “I said alotta sayings...which one?”

  Strife poked a finger at Death, almost accusingly with confidence in his slurry voice.  “The one where you get drunk until everything starts to look good....I think that’s happening right now cuz Death don’t look as ugly as usual.”

  Y/N sucked a breath through their teeth as they tried to stifle a snort, but the silence from Death was starting to become concerning as golden eyes burned back at Strife.  It wasn’t funny anymore.  “War, drag him out of here before I render him unable to see anything for a long time.”

  Needless to say, all three in question had a very fun time dealing with that hangover

I do. I plan on working on the Full story of Siva sometime in the future detailing her survival through the biblical apocalypse, but I am only working on a one shot for now. It takes place after the end war, maybe a couple months after the events of Darksiders, and it covers about how Siva is coping to a peaceful life, but no human ever comes out unscathed after her experiences. I put the Beginning snippet of it here , but I can share a little more too...

Siva's POV

With a sharp gasp for air, I shot up from my bed with a start, my heart and head pounding against their weak prison of flesh as tried to get oxygen back into my system.  Through the ringing in my ears, I could hear a torrent of rain against the window, beating harshly to create a constant patter of sound.  I had almost come back to my senses before a sudden flash of white light filled the room, making me tense up and freeze in place.  Without even thinking I rolled off the mattress and onto the floor, my feet meeting the ground as my eyes flitted against the illuminated  darkness.  Where is it?!  Where did I-

The shimmer of metal caught my eye, and I made a desperate sprint toward the hammer that rested at the door. I was so close...until the resounding boom of thunder sent a shock throughout my body, making my limbs lock in place.  The last thing I registered was my body falling to the floor in an uncoordinated heap of limbs, my head was throbbing, and I couldn't hear anything except the staggering gasps for air as I laid there.  The sheer sound of the elements outside sent my mind reeling, my adrenaline was pumping through my veins, and the terror came back in a raging force.  All I could manage to do was curl up where I was, clenching my teeth as I felt a phantom pain run through my frame, wheezing as my stomach began to churn in ways I never thought possible.  As if my body was preparing for the worst.  

I don't know how long I spent on the floor, trying to still my beating heart that seemed to want to escape from my chest.  Time spent clutching my gut as if my insides were imploding, while my brain wracked against my skull from all the images burned in my memory forever.  The smell of burning flesh, the smoke and rot that permeated in the air with every life lost.  The sights of endless bodies littered  across the Earth, flesh and blood strewn about, and hopelessness of being the only one......it all came crashing down.

All I seemed to recall doing in that moment was summoning what ever strength I had, and while grabbing Ironbark from it's place, proceeded to drag myself to the only enclosed space I could think of.  The storm outside continued to rage, and all I knew was that I need to get as far away from it as possible.  Some where quiet and small.  Somewhere safe.

Once there, I crawled into the space that was my closet, and there I stayed.  Huddled in the corner, my back turned away from the outside world as I leaned against the wall for support.  My grip on the hammer had tightened considerably, trying to regain some semblance of composure through the storm raging within.  Breath........just breath.......

I tried to make as little noise as possible, keeping my dry sobs to a whisper as I repeated to myself.  "It's over now......It's over now.....It's all over now......no need to be afraid...."

It was as if I were in a trance.  My every instinct was fighting to stay awake no matter what, even though my mind knew there were no more demons or ghouls.  The thunder certainly didn't help, for I seemed stuck to the corner, fearing what I would see if I turned around.  The faint noise of heavy footsteps almost escaped me due to the storm overhead.  When the lightning passed, I heard it. .

.....Oh god.....I'm gonna die. 

   The thought came without warning, and before I knew it, my entire being tensed uncomfortably as a sense of dread over took my mind.  I wanted to fight it, whatever had just entered my home, but I couldn't move.  I was too scared, and i felt as if I was caught at my weakest.  I shut my eyes in resignation as the footfalls got closer, but when I felt the presence right behind me, I also registered something else. 

The sound of heavy armor clinking against itself echoed in the darkness, heavy steps that stopped right at the door, followed by a scent.  That familiar scent that I faintly could recall.  While not as tinged with foul blood and smoke from before, the smell of iron, leather and the earth filled the small space.  It was so strong that it began to draw me from my forced trance, but I dared not move until I was absolutely sure.  Then after a moment of eerie silence, the familiar deep voice rose above the thunder. 

"Siva?"

.......War?

My intial surprise was overtaken once more by the lightning strike outside, letting out a small whimper as I burrowed my face into the corner.  Even as the thunder passed, I could not muster the courage nor the strength to answer back, too focused on trying to calm myself down.  How is he here....and how did he get in?   When I heard nothing, I tried to brush it off.  Maybe the lack of sleep is making me imagine it......do I really miss him that much, that I think I-

  "If you do not answer, I will break this door like the other.".

.....That explains how he got in....and proves he's.....real.

Clearing my throat, my voice wavered from the closet corner as I replied in haste.  "I'm fine- just uhhh......resting?"

For a mere moment, a quiet energy hung in the air like a heavy mist.  It was almost suffocating, and as I took a faint breathe to quiet my mind, the doorknob to the closet began to shake.  I only watched as it turned one way then the other, and with uncharacteristic care, the large nephilim opened it as he poked his head in.  Even with the darkness, his brilliant gaze lit up the small space, his eyes trained on my form as he looked to me for confirmation.  I stared back with weary eyes.  ".......Hi big guy."

"if the horsemen were to be paired with a young teen human survivor during their entire journey (being 14/15) and the teen wanted a father/mother/sibling-figure from them but doesn't know what they see in them yet.. how would they interact/do well with each other after getting to know them and what do they see in them as, a son/daughter thing or a little sibling thing"?

Hopefully this is what you meant, just gonna answer in list form.

Death

. Being the oldest, automatically has the natural instinct to protect, even if he dare not show it in full force.

. Seeing as how the human is considerably young, not even an adult, I think the paternal instinct would kick in.

. Literally him within seconds. "All alone then hmm....ugh, I guess I have to take you with me.".

. Begrudging and a little grumpy at first, but would do it anyway because he does not want their death on his conscience.

. But the human's company would grow on him, and would become more patient and less sour/cross with them

. Would start acting more like a father who's like. "Make sure you disinfect the wound, don't wanna carry a dead body."

. "Keep up or I'm leaving you." Proceeds to walk slower/Wait for them with crossed arms/ Just drag them along to keep them close.

. He does care, just has a sassier, grumpier way of showing it.

. Never hesitates to be the silent listener as the human tries to make sense of the world, and is there to support them.

War

. At first, he would have no clue what to do. Human care is an enigma to him.

. Being the youngest, he wouldn't know where to start on caring/providing for them, but would keep the human out of anything dangerous.

. "Do I have to carry them everywhere?", "What do they eat?", "Should they be near any dangerous objects like a rock?". All those scenarios run through his head.

. If anything, if the human is resilient enough despite the age, he would take a more reluctant brotherly role.

. After all, being on a mission to find out who caused the Apocalypse is very important, so if the young human proves worthy of keeping up, I think he would make the effort to protect them

. Big supporter of "The human knows what it needs, so I'll just kill any demons that just try to get in it's way."

. Is not a nephilim of many words, but would try to help them, like lifting them to higher ground, keeping watch over them while they sleep, and killing all threats in the area.

. Actions speak louder than words for him, which lead me to think he would treat them like a little baby sibling he needs to protect.

Fury

. Whether if it's a young woman or young man, her ire does not discriminate.

. At first, "I'm not here to baby sit. I have a mission, you'll be in the way."

. But like Death, cares in her weird way.

. Definitely a more tough love motherly role, seeing as she has three brothers she is distasteful towards, she doesn't want to portray any form of sibling hood.

. But can be a mother hen who acts annoyed with them as a front.

. "Must I do everything for you?". And if the human does put themselves in danger, pulls them out of harm's way, and berates them for the carelessness.

. Later though, sighs and just pats their head. "Just don't do that again alright?"

. Acts high-strung and tough as nails, but worries for them. Constantly wonders if she should leave the human with the makers for their safety.

. If anything has ill intent towards them, is quick to throw hands and protect the baby-I mean human.😂

Strife

. Hands down, almost an older brother/favorite uncle dynamic.

. Doesn't want to be overbearing like a father, but is always willing to have their back. The ferocity of a father, but the playfulness as a sibling.

. Is more in tuned with human needs and emotions, so is determined to keep the human healthy and hopeful.

. Dreads the idea that the young human would lose hope in their situation, and do something brash. He was young once too, he gets it.

. Human wandering is a constant stress inducer, so instead, tries to keep them occupied at the tree, or says. "Oh nonono, stay here. I'll scout out, and if you stay, I'll find you something really cool."

. He loves trinkets, and so would seek out things that the human would like, just like a sibling would.

. Cracks jokes to keep them happy, but is down to have deep conversations with a young mind to help them cope and understand.

(there aren't much words to speak of, but actions are better than simple words, so I can see them just simply sitting down next to them with their heads on their shoulder or arm and give them a side-hug to see if It'll make them feel better)

Death

. Don't think he'd prefer the jump scare tac tic, and I think the human he'd be traveling would catch on to that.

. I think along his journey, there would be moments where Death would be feeling down. Not in a sense of doubt or anxiety, but of sadness.

. He has the shards of his people's souls stuck to his chest, so he is constantly hearing those haunting voices.

. Even moments where he actually recognized a couple of them, and while he doesn't break down from it, he feels a wave of regret and pain from it.

. So there are moments in this journey where he has to stop for a minute, go to the side and be by himself. It's a constant tug-of-war of trying to keep his sanity and not let the voices control him.

. After another abrupt pitstop and him leaving the human with Despair, this time the human follows a little ways behind.

. I think after a couple minutes of him grasping his chest in pain while trying to muffle his dry heaves, the human approaches and lightly grasps his shoulder.

. It took all of his will power to not react and thrash at the unknown assailant, and realizing it was the human, visibly tried to relax his tense form.

. He was trying to muster up the breath to ask if they need something, but was surprised when the human without words wrapped their tiny arms around his side, and pulled into a hug.

. He almost broke right there, but I would think that simple action would almost mute the voices, as it gave him something to focus on.

. He would not say it outright but he was grateful.

. It reminded him that humanity's return was of the utmost importance, and that while he could not undo his past mistakes, he can at least try and undo the mistake of humanity's Erasure, and prove his brother War's innocence.

War

. I think his moment of sadness and doubt came when he received Mercy from Ulthane.

. At first when he tried to threaten Ulthane with Mercy, he thought that the maker somehow stole it from Strife, and was confused and angry.

. It was only after he had left and really held it in his hand, did he begin to realize a more darker truth.

. While resting by a makeshift camp, the human busying themselves with cleaning their own weapon, War would pull out Mercy, and reminisce.

. He remembered the first official mission he had with Strife, where they were uncovering the Animus plot. He remembered how Strife used to annoy him back then, but most importantly, he remembered Strife's undeniable doubts and regrets.

."You should try asking some questions....Quit playing the good little soldier... But I guess it's easier doing what we do if we don't need a reason.". Back then, Strife had berated him for his blind loyalty, and at the time, War threatened him and scoffed at this.

. Now though, after experiencing the false accusations and punishments from the very council he served, he regretted not taking these words to heart. And holding the gun, realized the hard truth.

. Strife was dead. For he always said he would only give up these guns over his dead body. Now quite literally.

. "Do you even feel anything any more?!". Strife had also asked him this, and at the time he had no answer. Now was a different story.

. While he reminisced his regrets and doubts of his past views and actions, the human approached and sat next to him, tapping his arm. "Hey big guy.....everything okay? You've been staring off into space for 10 minutes now?"

. At first, War does not answer. He's never been one to be talkative or even express his moments of weakness, but remembering Strife's words, he thought now would be a better time than any.

. While not as expressive, he started to share his doubt and of Strife's whereabouts, and as the human listened intently, he even began to share the moments he had with his brother.

. As the night went on, he telling his stories, the human leaning on him as they helped to ease the pain of knowing.

Fury

. Fury exposing herself to anyone? Perish the thought....or at least that's how she was at first.

. After experiencing the loss from pride, and the betrayal of the watcher-or now Envy, she was a little lost. And left in a daze.

. Her purpose was to stop the sins, and yet as her journey showed, the sins were not even the big threat, and that she was a pawn in the game once again.

. She remembered War's last words to her, the words he cried out as she left him there, only seeking glory and power for herself.

. She at first is frustrated at how right he was, and angry that she had been used like some tool. Jones' words to her helped her see her folly, but even after that, all she felt was regret for being so blind to it.

. So while she was alone, sitting on the cot while deep in thought, the human she had saved entered with some water. "Hey, got you something to-.....everything alright?"

. Fury takes a breath, organizing the mess that was her thoughts as she responded. "I....think so...."

. Catching on immediately, the human approached her, sitting next to her, and waited in silence for a moment before speaking. "....do you wanna talk about it?"

"No...."

. "........Well can I stay here then?"

. Fury chuckled. "I think it's better if I were alone."

. The human responds, cheeky but almost solemnly. "Maybe...but if it's something I've come to realize, it's that everyone needs a little help.....

. "It's what human's do to help one another when we are at our lowest that counts....and you look like you could use a bit of help....even if all I do is sit here with you."

. All Fury could do was mutter "stubborn brat." And silently placed her hand on their head in assurance, already feeling a little better.

Strife

. Strife has always had his moments, but most of the time, he is left alone to handle it by himself.

. Whether it was feeling like he didn't do enough, inadequacy, and even sorrow for his betrayal of the Nephilim, he has a lot of reasons to feel down.

. He just has a tendency to overcompensate and put on a brave face, not wanting to burden those he cares about with his troubles.

. So when he had one of those moments, he starts to drift away from the human a bit, not wanting to let them know he his in pain. In that aspect, much like Death.

. But it doesn't take a blind man to see that he was not his usual self, and the human is quick to notice.

. When he was unusually quiet one day, the human comes up to him, and out of nowhere, says. "Wanna see a magic trick?"

. While confused and emotional, Strife nods, not wanting to ruin their mood with his mood or even tip off at what he was feeling.

. The human has an exaggerated frown on their face, and slowly with their fingers, pushes the frown into a funny looking smile.

. At this, Strife couldn't help but chuckle. "That's a pretty good trick kid....almost seems familiar.."

."I hope it is....you're the one who showed me that trick."

. He goes silent for a moment, mulling it over. "I guess I did.....and what brought this about kid?"

. As they sat next to him, they reminisced. "When I was at the Tree, at first I didn't feel like I belonged... I felt like I didn't deserve to be there, compared to all the other people who died or fought to survive....I was hopeless....but then you showed me that trick.....and at first I thought it was stupid.

. "Oh....."

. "But then I started to feel better after that....hell, I even began to hope again......So I though it could do the same for you."

. For the first time, he is left speechless. And after holding back some tears, he gestures to them. "C'mere kid."

Pulling them into a hesitant hug, he whispers in a cracked voice. ".....Thanks kid....your trick worked."

Sorry it's taken a while to answer, but I saw this ask and wanted to answer in general of a what if scenario. Thank you for your patience

Death

. Does not waste any time with asking questions, immediately tries to deal with any danger in the area.

It comes to him by Instinct but he can't do anything until the child is safe.

. Once the threat has been neutralized, does he address the child and a very soft, calm manner.

He speaks in low soft tones so to put them at ease. He knows they are afraid so he tries to reassure them, and ask how they got there.

Only after they have calm down and begin to trust him with that information does he attempt to find the exit.

Death knows it will be more difficult to try and find the exit if they did not trust him, with the possibility of running off into Danger, or putting themselves In Harm's Way because they thought he was scarier.

After they have escaped he takes them to the makers where they will be safe

War

Does not take any chances, immediately Scoops the kid up and gets them out of the danger zone, definitely ask questions later.

Hacks that every demon in his way until they are completely out of the temple or dungeon. Even if the kid is scared of him, he is more concerned about their life.

Only then does he set them down and try to get them to calm down.

He knows it would be more dangerous to keep the child in the area, and does not want to risk the chance of accidentally putting them in the crossfire if he fought while they were in the vicinity

Honestly he's not that good at reassurance, being as blunt as he is, is not one to sugarcoat or make false promises. So he just tells them as it is

. But he does promise that he will get them somewhere safe, and when he makes a promise he keeps it.

Fury

. When she initially first sees the child, alone, and in such a dangerous place.... She is skeptical

. I mean the first time she thought something was innocent, it turned out to be a child of avarice. And after almost getting her hand bitten off and getting bombs thrown at her by said demon children, she was reluctant to try her luck

. But after seeing the child run for its life away from said demon children, she did not hesitate to get rid of them.

Once the area is deemed safe she addresses the child, softly as she can, and try to get them to come out of their hiding spot.

. At first she is impatient and tries desperately to explain the situation. that if they stay there and such a dangerous place more will come for them.

. But being someone so young experiencing such trauma, reasoning does not work. And fury realizes this.

. And so she settles with speaking in calm reassuring tones, telling them that she won't do anything without their permission, and will stay until they deem her safe.

. When they do come out she attempts to escort them to safety. she even lets them hold her hand or sash so that they feel safer. It took some prodding on the kids part but she warms up to it.

But after seeing more dangers lie ahead, she considers letting them touch the makers Talisman so that they can just transport to safety.

Strife

. Once he see someone in danger, guns are out and ready to fire at any enemies.

. Like Death, its an instinct to protect anything in harm's way.

. Once the threats have been taken out, she immediately goes to the child and scoops them up in his arms, holding them with care as he says in hushed tones. "It's ok kid, your safe now...I won't hurt you."

. He does anything he can to keep them calm, from hugging them, humming, and even telling them to cover their ears when an enemy tries to get the drop on them. He doesn't want to break their eardrums with his shotgun.

. When the kid is Calm, goes the extra mile to take them personally to the tree, doing whatever he can to make them laugh and give them some hope.

. Would even give them a piggyback ride if they asked, since it frees up his hands. The kid would be in good hands.

(Example if you don't know a song but I think this one would fit the setting. I see fire - the Hobbit)

Ooooooh, I have some ideas.😂

Death

. The human had complained about their feet hurting. (Death does not tire easy, and his walks are further by any human standard). And just to keep them quiet and catch up, let them ride Despair.

. This went one for awhile, and after catching their breath from all the walking, the human began to hum a tune....which then became quiet singing.

Won't somebody tell me

Answer if you can

I want someone to tell me

What is the soul of a man

. Death does not recognize the song, but he notes it's haunting lyrics and melody

. Usually he would tell the human to be quiet so not to attract the wrong attention, but he knows the area is safer than most, and God knows the human has not had a moment to actually enjoy themselves. Even if a small moment

. After a while of listening, almost subconsciously, starts humming the tune quietly to the human singing, quiet enough so only he could hear.

. The human can hear him, but doesn't say anything as they want Death to keep going.

. In all, a peaceful moment between the unlikely pair, and who knows when they would ever get that again

The song: Soul of a Man

War

. Having quiet moments with this battle driven nephilim is very rare

. But when it does happen, War keeps to himself most of the time, letting the human do their thing and camp routine

. There are moments though, when he can faintly hear what he thinks is singing.

. I would think the human does it very often, so it doesn't bother him, in fact, it intrigues him as to why humans do that.

. One song in particular is a personal favorite, he doesn't mention it, but makes an effort to listen when he hears them sing it

Ooooh Misty eye of the mountain below

Keep careful watch of my brothers souls

And should the sky be filled with

Fire and smoke

Keep watching over Durin's sons

. He likes how it kind of tells a story, and the simple Melody is pleasing to him

. One time while the human is singing it, he sits close while they don't notice, and listens while closing his eyes

. They stop, and he opens his eyes to see them looking right at him while smirking

. Awkwardly, clears his throat as he quickly interjects. "I was simply planning our next move....don't let me interrupt."

. Smooth War. Very smooth

(This song is a personal favorite to me, and I've had people ask me what one of my favorite versions are. This is one of them)

Fury

. Doesn't understand humans and their obsession with singing. At first thinks it's a mating call or a defense mechanism.

. But after hearing the human singing a tune or two, she kinda gets it

. The first time she heard it, she was on her way out of the tree, when she saw the human with a couple of young children, singing a song to them

I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I'll never let you go

When all the shadows almost killed you light

I remember you said don't leave me here alone

But all that's dead and gone and past tonight.

. Fury heard the older humans go silent in the tree as they listened, even the makers and Ulthane stopped their hammering to hear them.

. The children began to quietly sing along with the human, calming them down and making them visibly happy.

. Now she gets why the watcher said angels could be jealous of humans...for she never heard an angel sing like this, nor have the reaction the others were having to a blessed moment.

. That alone showed Fury that the human's were not as uncivilized as she originally thought....that they really could be the image of the creator as intended.

Strife

. Strife's been on they Earth long enough to hear some songs

. Sometimes he has a game with the human, they sing something, and he guesses the name and artist

. He likes Frank Sinatra, Chuck Berry, Stan bush, Rush, the eagles, journey and many older artists

. But he likes three songs in particular

. Whenever the human sings Mr. Blue sky or Bad moon rising no matter where or what he is doing, he will sing along from the top of his lungs. Fighting while singing, walking while singing, he loves that song. Puts him in a great mood

The other is something he picked up from the human that he likes singing when they are not around

. And that's hooked on a feeling

. He will do a dance and everything. And puts so much passion into it. He is amazed and in awe of the things humans can create.

. Get him a music player and he will be on top of the world.

Personally, I have not played it fully myself, but have seen others play it, so I'll go off of that.

Death

. At first, acts like he's not interested. But after some time, starts to watch you play it.

. Is invested in the story when the baby is taken away in the game. So like from the beginning, wants to see what happens next.

. Even though he knows it's just a game, before knowing what Ethan is, is slightly impressed by his dexterity....and the ability to just put his severed hand back on no problem.

. Kinda wishes humans were that durable. Would give him a little less to worry about.

. Does play it for a bit....but stops after seeing the nightmare baby. Low-key, he has seen some creepy stuff, but this hits different.

. Can relate to Ethan, for his desire to save an innocent life, and also hates being a pawn in someone's schemes

. Is rubbed the wrong way when ever he sees lady Dimitrescu, and Miranda. Both remind him of Lilith to an extent

War

. Straight up, confused about the story.

. Does play it, but gets frustrated a bit when Ethan dies, even though it's a game and he comes back.

. "He is able to wrap his severed hand back, why can't he just recover from multiple stabs?". War logic for ya.

. Also despises the nightmare baby, instead of being creeped out, makes an effort to try and kill it, claiming. "It is an abomination and it needs to die."

. Is surprised a woman like Dimitrescu can be so tall, even if she is not human

. Ngl, when she transforms into the monster dragon, immediately thinks back to Tiamat and the spider broodmother.

. The guy that sells things (Can't remember the name) kinda reminds him of Vulgrim.

. Wishes he can just kill every monster immediately like he does in real life, takes time for him to have the patience to just do the objectives

Fury

. Also confused, but takes the time to play through it and understand it before making assumptions

. Wishes she had the full extent of Heisenberg's powers, thinks it's really cool.

. Mother Miranda reminds her of Pride, and thus immediately dislikes.

. Is disgusted by Moreau, and surprisingly the nightmare baby doesn't creep her out that much. (The children of Avarice are much more of a handful).

. I think takes sadistic pleasure when she got to use the big machine to kill Heisenberg

Strife

. I personally think he would enjoy this game. The story line, the characters, and the references (plus the memes)

. Loves Heisenberg's snark and agenda, and likes his hammer. (Reminds him of Ulthane)

. Is both disturbed and creeped out by the nightmare baby and even the Dolls that attack you.

. Wishes there were more guns and unlimited ammo

. Okay....I think he would kinda be crushing on Lady Dimitrescu. (I would like to think he likes ladies in all sizes....though not after she transformed.).

."Daym boi, she thiccc!!"

. Plays it a couple times cuz he enjoys it that much, and to challenge himself to see how fast he can finish it.