#I have so much art of Death & Zemira being all touchy and loving on one another and my heart just - explodes

[spookyheaad]

Have some Death art!! (Trigger warning: blood)

Next chapter of the Tesoro Stella fic is actually nearing completion!!!! I’m finishing it up & then I’m gonna do some tweaking! Also @goldenshowman I got SO MUCH MORE TESORO IN SUSPENDERS CONTENT PLANNED. I’ve been cursed by laying eyes on Tesoro in his suspenders & now I only crave more.

I was thinking on the subject of fanfiction & got reminded of my old Darksiders fic called “Decay”, it’s basically a whole angst fest with Death & him dealing with the traumas of his past & then -

-Y’know-

-Casually gets punished & tortured by the Charred Council for going off somewhere without orders. So they take away his near invulnerability & coerce War into beating him within inches of his life.

I made the fic in high school so there’s mistakes everywhere in it lmao. If anyone fancies a read, go for it:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25216774/chapters/61121785

But I have some old art of Death just, being brutalized, because I used to vent a lot through Death. That honor now goes to Tesoro tho; decided to give Death a break 😂

This is going to be very controversial but - ok - Death bleeds. He bleeds I swear; they gave him the blood effect when he gets hit in Darksiders 2, so I’ll take it as canon. Just because he’s nearly invincible & looks like a corpse don’t mean he can’t bleed.

Anyway, I have a ton of old doodles like this where I pictured Death either suffering as he did during the Nephilim Genocide, or the guilt just eating away at him.

It was such a small thing but that scene in Darksiders 2 where we see Death’s silhouette on Eden as he is killing his brethren, the amulet collecting their souls around his neck, and we see him with arrows in his back. I don’t know why but that just stuck with me.

This image:

There’s no doubt so much pain and conflict in his mind at that point in time.

[[Off topic, but for some context for my mutuals who don’t follow Darksiders, Death doesn’t have a canon face design so all of us just make up our own. We thirst.]]

Pretty sure I don’t even have this file anymore; I actually swiped it from my Instagram. I had an excerpt from the “Decay” fanfiction underneath it that I still really like. Even tho that fic is so old, it had its moments (TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF BLOOD AND GORE):

War spoke in a grave tone. “I know my limits, and I would never kill you, but I will use the pain I bring to teach you a lesson in humility.”

War bent over and hoisted Death up by his neck. His boots dangled above the ground, and he writhed in pain beneath his youngest sibling’s strong hold. His weak hands found their grip on War’s arm, as Death tried to catch air in his throat.

He raised Chaoseater, “It’s a most valuable lesson, so remember well.”

War thrust his weapon through Death’s abdomen; he shrieked violently, his muscles tensed up and he grit his teeth as fresh blood seeped out of his mouth. Death continued to scream until he could no longer. He felt his bones rest upon the portion of the massive sword that was left inside his mortal wound, between slabs of flesh and injured organs. War had let go of his throat and let the blade keep him hoisted in the air for a few moments. He watched his brother cry out upon the blade; it unsettled him to see the most feared of The Four, become the weakest in this moment.

He lowered Chaoseater so Death’s legs could now support his body as best they could, then, gripping the hilt of the blade, War pulled back swiftly. Chaoseater freed itself from the Pale Rider’s abdomen with the sickening sound of tearing flesh.

Death’s existence has never really been a happy one.

I think to end off this mini art dump, here’s another picture I swiped from my Instagram of Death & Zemira sharing some kisses ☺️

The caption I had for this pic still tugs at my heart:

“I never felt true warmth, until her.”