Ascension of the Nephilim



Impyernos saw that everyone attacking him had teleported to safety through a spell.

"The ground! Blood was forming underneath them!" Impyernos cursed as he recalled the last seconds.

The first clash happened so fast, with many layers of skills happening one after the other.

Impyernos realized that those who fought against him were serious in believing that they could take down a Fallen.

"You arrogant fools! You think that wounding me with that scratch is proof of your power?"

"Proof of our power? We're not delusional and obsessed with whatever others think of us. We don't care if you think we are weak or strong. We just want to kill you!" Hunter laughed.

"Yeah. Call me weak if you want. I'm just happy that I wounded a Fallen!" Aron laughed.

"And Hemsey! That First Word was brilliant!" Mezal laughed.

"Well, I read what I could in the Temple. I thought that since most of you had grown strong, I could say something similar and scary. I already had names for my attacks, but when you guys all started to use Word of Power, I decided to throw one too." Hemsey chuckled.

"It's called the Fortress now, Hemsey." Hems corrected.

"Oh. Right! The force of habit. Thanks, molten brother." 

Impyernos was all the more enraged at the casual conversation of the group.

The team was slowly walking towards Impyernos again.

"Don't think you can have the same smug appearance this time!" Impyernos began to blaze as his Wrath increased and caused his fires to rage stronger.

"Now that is a challenge! But you've already shown us too much of your abilities. Mechiel, you will be needed."

"Of course." Mechiel smiled and moved out. The soul of Xermolipi began to appear over Mechiel.

Impyernos saw the form, and his Wrath began to wither.

"Can't stand being mad at me, I see. That is the power of beauty!" Mechiel laughed.

"You! You're not her! Impossible! How are you able to hold her soul back?!"

"Maybe I'm just more beautiful. Did you think about that? I am my own woman, Impyernos. Whatever image you had of the perfect woman, I can surpass." Mechiel smiled a devilish smile that caused the flames of Impyernos to flicker, and his wind blew stronger, taking out some of his fire.

A strange light appeared over Impyernos's head like a crack on it.

"A wise choice. You are forcing your seal to crack so you can reach the Conqueror realm to fight us. Because of Mechiel, you would be forced to hold back anyway, so you increased your strength. Let's make this interesting, Impyernos!" Branze began to march together with Diana.

But in reality, Mechiel was already wrestling in her spirit. Though Xermolipi made no effort to take over Mechiel, the mere weight of her soul was enough to 

Xermolipi had chosen not to take over Mechiel because she felt a strange power working beyond.

Fate was around her, and she knew that she would die if she changed. The Daughter of Zelah stood close by, always ready to stab her heart, and Mechiel would not defend against the attack.

So she chose to do nothing but watch the memories of Mechiel.

She saw herself in that alternate future. When the timeline they lived in was deemed useless and sent to be burned by Histerion, the soul of Xermolipi, who wished not to be forgotten, left a sentient power. The lust and demand of Xermolipi to be remembered was so strong that her previous incarnation refused to be forgotten. Although she would be reborn, it would be a different her, and this Xermolipi refused to accept it.

It lingered in the purged world. Her Corruption remained and fell into the flames of Histerion and was sealed up in Oblivion.

"... This memory! Martha truly spoke of the truth! End wanted this!" Xermolipi's anger was triggered. She was deceived, and her soul could not take it. Many men of godly or fallen forms were caught in her web of lies. But she was caught in a web of lies by the men whom she vowed to soon rule over.

"Will you both fight for us then? The Charmed Fallen's power to them is nothing but a toy. You're like a prostitute to the gods and fallen." Mechiel spoke softly.

"You dare negotiate with me? You are but a sampling!"

"And you are but a lingering soul! You cannot even grow more powerful unless I allow it!"

"And you cannot defeat the enemy before you unless I aid you!"

"Aid? Is that why you resurrected one of your daughters in me?

"How did you know I'm alive?" The Blood Calamity spoke in surprise as Mechiel addressed them both.

"Naturally. Xermolipi will try to use you to help her gain control of this body. You have fused with my soul core and, in some ways, represent the darkness within me. All the desires that the curse of Xermolipi resides in you. I cannot part with you, for you are me. The two of us are now one. Yet ever I will acquire more power from Xermolipi, I knew it would give life to you. I've already known that you would return soon. Kyros told me. And now, that man I met gave me the inspiration of how to break free from you. That was a most wonderful gift!" Mechiel answered. 

"What man? Who did you meet?" The Blood Calamity frowned.

"Hm... You'll find out about it later. In any case, we have a battle to fight."

Impyernos saw the powers that stood against him. He could slay an army of Cardinals. But against these few Crowns who shouldn't have been a problem, Impyernos found himself fearful of his death.

His Wrath was abated, and he had no choice but to use certain magic.

"Let my people be gathered! Let the kin be brought together! By my wind, let all who call on Impyernos be gathered as one! [Pyre to Aeonios: Sunago]!" Impyernos clapped his hand, and a powerful wind began to blow around them.

The stellar wars above the Planesword were already in chaos. But a massive finger-shaped tornado suddenly tore from the heavens above and down below and pierced through the barriers of the Planesworld!

The gigantic tornado pierced down the Midlands, and it was as if the skies above were covered with a large funnel of wind.

"He couldn't direct his Wrath to us, so he redirected it on the Planesworld. He created a funnel that could quickly gather his group!"

The massive tornado uprooted many who were battling around the region.

Armies were being pulled up and could now be seen above the battlegrounds of Thessalah, Sheolrah, and Impyernos.

But the bigger danger was from the peak of this tornado.

The Eldrich race was moving down!

"The Eldrich! They are making landfall! It looks like Destiny is going all in!"

"We can't deal with that army, though. Whatcha gonna do?" Aron asked his brother.

"We don't need to deal with that."

A strange figure emerged from the ground, and a tree suddenly grew amid the Fortress.

Lea was seated at the center where the Nephilim was once sealed, and the tree grew in front of her.

Another figure warped out. It was Listrel!

"Mighty Dentro! The wind and fire rage! It seeks to destroy your Tree. The Nephilim has arisen, and he has revealed the many things which were sealed. Arise, Dentro! Arise, O Planesworld! Let the Dryads and Druids that care for you be gathered!"

Power began to merge within her as the gift of the Dryad began to consolidate and grow.

"[Sporos tou Ouranou: Sunago]!"

The massive Planesworld sensed the prayers of the two awakened it.

The earth trembled, and a massive warp spell within the Planesworld began to activate over the Midlands.

The armies that were within the Midlands were brought together. Those that were not of Fate were left to their place.

The King of the Planesworld had sensed the call and stood up and watched the massive portal.

On his other side was the King of the Netherlands.

"We've been enemies for a long time, but I must say, it's good to see you!" Necros Olethros laughed.

"It seems the great battle is being forced. Let's fight with all that we have! The Planesworld shall rise, and the fire and flames that attack it will be quenched! The light shall pierce through the rotting powers that seek to cut it down! From the leaves on the highest heights of the Highlands to the dark soul that cultivates the roots in the Netherlands! Let us stand united!" Elistre Protos Endoxus shouted.