Disclaimer: I do not own War, Death, Fury, Strife, or anything else related to Darksiders.

A/N: An idea bloomed from too many Darksiders II trailers and squeeing too much at Death.


He remembers falling from the sky onto the Third Kingdom, seeing their city of metal and concrete burning, hearing the screams of humans as their world crumbled around them. He remembers crawling out, alone, his brothers and sister nowhere to be found.

Perhaps, worst of all, he remembers the hollow feeling in his chest. He remembers the weakness - the wretched weakness, akin to when Death cut off his arm - that gnawed at him, murmuring, Something is wrong, Horseman.

He remembers the rush, the feeling of his gut twisting and he remembers the name for it.

War remembers fear.