Here we go chapter 2 of The Want Of A Nephilim story. A 'little' late though probably because my teacher keep piling work on my class, it's kinda getting annoying. Well that wasn't the only reason, sometimes i didn't feel like writing. I didn't like the length of the first chapter so i made into a prologue. Feel free to leave some reviews they are always appreciated
Disclaimer: a)I don't own Monster Girl Encyclopedia, just the OC's (though i don't really care if anyone uses them)
b) English isn't my first language
The man continues walking deeper into the town as his smile widens to the point of being like mad man's smirk. He even had to put a hand on his face. His mood defiantly increased at the thought of humanity successfully rebuilding itself. The stranger got quite lucky cause no one saw him grin like a maniac. Now for him to find someone who is willing tell what happened while he was gone from society, preferably a scholar.
He didn't want to go to any religious order, at least not yet. Maybe another god rules the order? And if so how would they even react to a man who has claimed has been sealed inside a coffin for a… at the very least century? They would be suspicious of him. Plus he has higher chance of getting unbiased information from a scholar since other gods tend to be pretty manipulative with the one who worship them, at least from his experience. Also if people have forgotten their old history he may be able to trade stories, if the scholar isn't so generous or doesn't want to waste their time with him.
Scholar always like information, especially if no one else has that said information. The man knew that humans were somewhat greedy by nature, some are more or less greedier than others. But some may break that nature and become pure.
As he wondered deeper into the town he found himself in a marketplace. This is when he decided to ask somebody where he can find a scholarly type person presumably one that studies history. And besides he was tired of wandering around even if he was in a town.
'I should ask someone who has a shop because they would probably be more familiar with the town than the people in the streets.'
And with the added fact that people that are shopkeepers or traders generally meet more people in their life. So it was all set up go see a shopkeeper talk them, they point in the direction of a scholar. At least that how it should go.
The man looks around the place noticing some shops around, a particular shop caught his eye. It was a book store. The stranger walks up to the store and slightly looks up and reads the sign. 'Little worms bookstore huh? It's a very ah…cutsy name'
He goes inside, the place welcoming. From the furniture to the reading spot everything looks like it could be found in a house that belongs to noble but still remaining its old timey feeling. The bookshelves are placed so that it would be comfortable for people to walk around and are divided by categories; from historical books to works of fiction. But he had a strong feeling that he didn't have time or the desire (mostly desire.) to read a couple of historical books in order to understand a friction of this new world's history.
'This more of library than a book store, how does someone manage this place?' Michael is quite amazed by the size of this book store.
Michael looks around and sees a table in a far corner with a bell on it. He walks closer to it and investigates further, seeing that nobody is around he rings the bell a couple of times, and looks around… still nothing.
"Wait! Wait a minute!" The stranger hears a noise from the back room. Then he witnesses for what could be described a grown woman doing the most girlish run.
She had brown hair, a beautiful face (Not going to describe further because your standards of beauty might be different from mine, heck I don't even know what kind of features I consider beautiful.) green eyes and a rather nice figure, especially in the upper body area. Not that he was looking of course; oh who was he kidding of course he was looking. He may be half angel but he is still half human. Was that a poor excuse to for a pervert… maybe. She seems to be in her late twenty's.
She manages to stumble slightly and then balance herself on the table. Finally she stands straight up without the support of the table. The woman claps her hands.
"What can I do for you handsome?" She says with a smile on her face.
The stranger was taken aback, he was genuinely surprised. Judging from her previous behavior (although could be a fluke) and body stance anyone would think of her as nervous klutz but no fate has the play a prank on the individual, also coupled by the fact that he was trained to perceive people's true intentions before their actions might mean that he had gotten rusty. But how is that possible, how can a person lose their skill just by simple being unconscious for long time or maybe some kind of amnesia.
She giggles from his reaction. 'What is she a little girl now?' Slightly frustrated by the fact the woman in front of him is practically laughing at him.
"The name is Michael, not handsome but I appreciate the complement" Michael says, gaining back is composure.
There was a fast paced change in her eyes, to quick notice for any normal person but he was no normal person, although this did make him wonder. Why was she surprised? Was it because he didn't turn into or something else entirely. Now did he thought about it she did seem a little… off. Her soul didn't feel fully human. Maybe it was because was asleep for a long and being around a person felt weird, then again he was in crowd and didn't feel anything weird, not one bit.
"Well anyways am here to ask a question?" The man puts his hands in his pockets.
"Are you not here for to buy? Or do you need help selecting a book, because I've got I few recommendations if want one." She says nervously while rubbing her hands.
"This might seem like a weird question but where can find a scholar in this town or at least near it." Michael rubs the back if his heads while smiling.
She raises her eyebrow" Not from here huh?"
"No am not from here, I need a scholar for my own personal reasons" Michael states.
She sighs "There is a man that lives in a house slightly away from the town, when you live the market, turn right and continue walking until come across a slightly rundown house. Just be aware that he likes peace and quiet." She mockingly shakes her finger in the air followed with a huff sound.
"Alright thank so much for your help, have a nice day" Michael thanks the shopkeeper while leaving the store.
After exiting the bookstore he looks to his right 'I guess I have to exit through the other side of the market.'
The stranger continues to walk in a direction he was originally going in. After reaching the end of the market he comes across a three way road. At the end of the street he goes to what could be presumed the exit of the town judging by the dirt road he sees further ahead. As he is walking along the path of dirt road some thoughts come to his mind.
'This day has been quite a… exhausting for my mental state. From seeing the end of great civilizations and having a talk with chief god to walking up in a coffin, in temple near a town. How and why did I end up there? Is it part of some sort of big plan? Hell if know and do I? Well let's focus on what happened today… as in this day. I went to a town; met someone whose soul doesn't seem human…or any other race as matter of fact. She can't be an elf because she doesn't have those ears or that her soul doesn't have an elf-like feeling to it. Nor can she be a dwarf because… well her height.'
Michael sighs 'Just give up Michael; she helped you that's all that matters today. After this all you need to worry about is finding a place to sleep in.' He ends his internal monologue.
He then comes across what could be presumed a house he is looking for. The house looks like a cross of something between a large house and a wizard tower. The iron fence and gates are pretty rusted to the point of being able to see the rust covering most of the iron. Surprisingly the yard is freshly cut as well as having flower gardens. The house appears to have stone supports with wooden walls.
'Looks like someone likes flowers huh?' He thinks.
'Not quite a fitting place to live for a scholar but its way better than peasant's house' He makes an observation
The stranger opens the rusted gates; they make a loud creaking noise. On a closer inspection the flower garden mostly has that are used for medicinal and alchemical purposes, meaning that the flower garden is not for beauty sake that fact is also further supported by a few herbs around the flower garden.
'On second thought no but I can appreciate the scholar's determination for making a well-kept garden' He walks up to the front door and knocks.
Nothing… he knocks again but more loudly. The stranger than hears someone's footsteps an old man's voice.
"For the last time Margaret I won't brew it!"
Michael eyes widen 'brew what? Poison, toxins, no that can't be it's probably something more special and why am worrying about this? It's his personal life.'
The door creaks open revealing a man who looks like he is in his forties, at least that's assuming from having a couple of gray hairs. 'Honestly I was expecting him to be older judging from his voice.'
The old man is short compared to Michael; he has short black hair with a few grey strands and black eyes, wearing a slightly tattered hooded blue robe.
"Oh… sorry, thought you were a someone else." The man stretched his hand gesturing to Michael to shake it.
Michael agrees to shake the scholar hand. "So I am guessing that you might need my help something, folks here usually come to me when they have problems."
"Yes I am here to ask you a couple of questions if don't mind." Michael answers.
The 'older' man gestures to the inside of his house and heads to a room. The stranger follows. While the outside of the house is rather rundown, the inside was the complete opposite. The walls were painted light blue, the wood in the floor and the furniture look somewhat new, the only thing messy about the inside of the house is the scattered books, maps and scrolls. They walk into a lounge room.
The lounge room has a large round table in the middle a glorious red carpet underneath it, several bookshelves hugging the walls and some potions and tonics near the window. Michael looks to the right side of the room and sees a map on grand proportions depicting continent, city and general geographic locations. But one thing was missing from this map, in fact it was an entire continent… the old world, instead of an entire continent, there only some sort of strange vortex.
"Please…sit down" The scholar kindly asks while sitting on the comfy chair.
Sitting down Michael asks „So let's get to the introductions shall we huh?"
The scholar chuckles and says" I'm Rasdovish Whitestone, a great scholar and a humble sorcerer" he mock bows.
"So you're a sorcerer huh?" Michael asks, well he did sense the surprising energy coming from the man so this wasn't much a surprise.
"Yes I was a former court wizard in Lescatie *sighs* at least before it was corrupted" Rasdovish explains the last part in a slightly disappointed tone.
"Corrupted?" The stranger was surprised.
"What? Have you been living under a rock, Lescatie was invaded by a Lilim and her demons" Rasdovish was wide eyed.
"Even peasants and foreigners know this, it's impossible to not know this event." The scholar was slightly suspicious.
"Well I was about to get to that I just don't know how to phrase it" The blond mumbled.
"Go ahead tell me, I am quite curious and I won't judge" The old man really wanted to hear the reason as why the man in front of him completely missed news about such an important event in history and besides he has nothing better do than to listen to some fools problems.
"I was stuck in a coffin inside a crypt…and am pretty sure that time has passed a lot. Since the architecture of the town a passed seemed a lot different and the fact that I couldn't walk after waking up." The stranger was slightly nervous that the scholar would label him as a not so sane individual.
The scholar slightly chuckles and says "Any normal person will think of you as mad man, I however am slightly accepting of the concept of craziness."
He then continues "Added by the fact that you don't know what happened in Lescatie can support your claim."
"But here's the thing how did survive so long and if you did survive so long, why are you so… well you and not a malnourished old man?" The scholar gets up from his armchair.
"Well the thing is am not human." Michael just suddenly blurts out.
As soon as the blond said that the scholar stops dead in his tracks, takes a deep breath and grabs his chin. "Were you the only one in that coffin?"
"Yes… why is this important?" Michael raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing… just confirming a guess. Well what are you then? You can't be an incubus because you have no one you can siphon demonic energy from" Rasdovish grabs a book from a bookshelf.
"Well no point in hiding it, sooner or later someone's going find out." Michael shrugs.
He stands up, coughs little of how this situation happened a little too soon and then spreads his arms out. Suddenly! Two pairs of golden wings spread out of his back. Michael gazes at the book Rasdovish pulled with his now changed eyes. His eyes are now green with bit of blue near the pupil. If the scholar could defy the laws of nature his jaw would be on the floor.
"Y- you, you are an angel… or a valkyrie" The scholar said in astonishment.
"Nah I am a Nephilim." Michael replies, his voice now in a divine tone that echoes throughout the room.
"Ah…" Rasdovish was rather surprised with The Nephilim voice. The scholar puts the book down on a nearby table and goes out of the room. Finally returning he now has a book which has a very shoddy leather cover.
"I think have read something about nephilims in this book." Rasdovish opens his book and begins flipping through the pages.
"I found this book in my young days, thought it was just absolute myths and legends" The scholar had a small smile on his face.
"Come on… I know that there is something written about you" The old man says while flipping through the pages and then stops.
"Here we are…Nephilim a being who is born from a union of human and angel." Rasdovish then grabs the side of his head with one hand.
"But that's impossible pure angels can't procreate, let alone birth a male." The scholar's peaceful day couldn't get any crazier.
"Actually I wasn't born, I was created." Michael corrected.
"By whom? "(Looks like we have an intellectual) Rasdovish was fascinated he would have knowledge of a being who is powerful enough that is able to created such a peculiar creature.
"Before I tell you, could you tell me of the story of this world?" Michael asks.
"Can I give a brief history of the world?" The scholar looks at the Nephilim. Michael simply nods
"Well it all started with the original chief god creating the world and the races that exist now, even the monsters, though they are not the same as they were before." Michael raised an eyebrow to the last part.
"Anyways before the monsters changed, the original chief gods watch the world peacefully before the demon lord showed up and started wreaking havoc with monster he ruled over. Angered by this he or she destroyed the demon lord and left without a trace, the positions of demon lord and chief god were taken by new people." The scholar finished all off this with a sigh.
"Can you tell more about the new demon lord" Rasdovish was bit surprised with this request, as he thought he would ask about the new chief god.
"Well the position of demon lord was taken over by a succubus that wants a pleasure filled paradise with monsters and humans" Michael was wide eyed at this but then regained his composure.
"A one sided paradise." The Nephilim presided to finish.
"Yes…the demon lord changed all the horrifying monstrosities into…" Rasdovish then face palms." Into beautiful women and cute little girls." The scholar slightly cringed at the last part.
"Really… I have yet to see one for myself." Michael chuckled.
"Well I think it's time to hold my end of the bargain." Rasdovish immediately perks up.
"I was created... well at least I think I was created by the being you call original chief god" He wasn't so sure about, the original chief god could be someone else but then again the description of his deed does fit the description of his creator.
"Well I started to suspect that you were created by him when I was telling you the history." The scholar was still surprised; the being in front of him is probably the last creation of the original chief god.
They continued talking, from digging deeper into the history to the politics. Most of the topics in the world were addressed.
"Sorry for putting the conversation of track but, that." Michael points to the upper left side of the map.
"That has been bothering me." Rasdovish looks to the side and sees the ocean.
"What so bothering about the deep ocean?" The scholar asks.
"There is supposed to be a continent, is this map official?" If the map is official, then no one has traveled there. It made Michael slightly curious as to why.
"Why yes and you're saying that there is an entire continent instead of the deep ocean. That can't simply be right because it has been observed to nothing but just an ocean." Rasdovish simply answered.
"Well see about that." Michael challenged his statement.
"I am going to teleport there and see which one us is right." He walked to the middle of the room.
Suddenly! A purple magic circle appears, the main symbol on it is a heptagram with a couple of septagram in it.
With a flash the nephilim disappears.
And it ends ( with another cliffhanger, I am sorry for that) Have a nice day.
