Chapter 2: And Death was his name
The Nephilim woke up, rather groggy and tired, his crotch hurting a bit from the rough, new play that had happened a few hours ago. The Succubus would stand up and walk over to the Nephilim and taps his ribcage trying to encourage him to get up faster. The Nephilim grunts at the tapping and stands up, redressing himself, keeping a mental note not to touch himself like that for awhile.
"Come on, we still have to get you armored and with a weapon." The Succubus pulls at his hand after he finished clothing himself. The demon nearly falls back as the Nephilim pulls back on his hand, pulling her back. The demoness jerks her head back to look at the Nephilim glaring daggers at him.
"I told you, I don't want any of those armor sets, they don't suite me or my fighting style." The Nephilim grunt and pulls his hand away from the demoness, going back to sit on the bed.
"Fine, if you want to be a stubborn brat, then I suppose I can't force you into it, but you can deal with your mother when she asks you about it." The demoness grabs his hand again and tugs, "Come on, we have to go meet with her anyway, you should have already but I told her you were sleeping and she took it as your body failing you." The Nephilim grunted and followed the demoness into Lilith's throne room where another Succubus stood with Lilith and Absalom.
Absalom had been fitting with a spiked crown that sat on his head, and thick leather and metal covered his lower body with a large metal belt around his waist. The Nephilim king stood there proud and powerful, holding a massive axe with a wickedly curved blade. Absalom regarded his little brother with a frown as he walked in, but didn't sneer; those burning eyes had made him feel something he didn't wish to think about.
Lilith looked up, narrowing her glowing greenish yellow eyes, "What is this? I told you to have him fitted for armor; do you need to be punished?" The Mother of Demons stood up and made her way to the two.
The smaller succubus holds up her hands, "Please mistress, I tired but he refuses to choose any of the armor or weapons we have."
Lilith looks up to her younger son with her eyes, "Why not?"
The Nephilim narrowed his burning eyes in turn to Lilith, "I have no use for the armor you have here, it's heavy and restricts movement, it would only hinder my ability to fight." The Nephilim would state matter of factly. Lilith twitched and her thin tail swished in agitation but she would turn to go back to her throne.
"Fine, if that is what you wish. Absalom you will take your brother and his caregiver with you to the new realm, maybe he will benefit from the experience." Lilith put a hand to her head, she had to create another set of Nephilim and in all honesty she didn't want that younger Nephilim wondering around or dying on her, at least if he went with Absalom and died she wouldn't have to deal with the corpse.
Absalom nods and looks at the sicker Nephilim and nods for him to follow as he leaves the room. The Nephilim and the Succubus follow Absalom out and continue to follow him outside, and again continue to follow the thickly built Nephilim all the way to the Tree of Death. The younger of the two Nephilim looks up at the tree with curiosity before being pulled by Absalom towards a portal. The two Nephilim and the Succubus walk through the portal and a flash of colors and air rushed by the younger Nephilim before hitting the ground hard.
The younger of the Nephilim opens his burning eyes to see clear blue sky and a few birds fly by in a panic. The Nephilim picks himself up and looks at Absalom who was already standing next to the Succubus, the two of them talking as they looked down a small hill. The younger Nephilim shivered as he felt something rush through his body, making his muscles tense with anticipation and excitement; something was on the air, something he never felt before.
The Nephilim gets up and walks up next to the Succubus and his brother, looking down the hill to see what they were looking at. At the bottom of the hill was a pile of bodies, freshly killed from the look of it, the bodies covered in blood and the armor gouged deeply. The Nephilim leans over a good way, looking at the pile of bodies curiously before looking around.
"What is this feeling?" The younger Nephilim says curiously as he looks at the body pile, looking over each body.
The Succubus snorts, "A victory for demons looks like those bodies are all angels. There was probably a big fight going on here between demons and angels and it looks like the angels lost." The demoness looks over the bloody feathers lying beneath the bodies then looks at the younger Nephilim.
The younger Nephilim shakes his head, "No, it's something else, something in the air. I can smell it, it's…attractive. It's like a pull and it makes my body ache with energy and excitement." The Nephilim steps around the Succubus and slides down the hill and goes over to the bodies, inspecting them closely. The demoness quickly follows the Nephilim trying to grab him to keep him moving down to far but is dragged behind him like a rag doll.
The younger Nephilim reaches the bodies and kneels down by one, putting a hand on its bloodied chest, taking off its armor to see a rib or two sticking through the skin where it had been hit against by a heavy demon weapon. The Nephilim stares intently at the bones and looks over at the Succubus curiously.
"What are these?" The Nephilim points to the exposed white and red bones sticking through the angel's chest.
"Bones, it's what muscle attaches to and it help protect vital organs and tissues." The Succubus says as she grips the Nephilim, trying to get him to stand up as she spots Absalom walking off. "Come on, your brother is walking off."
The Nephilim sniffs and leans over, "Something about these angels attracts me, something, but it's fading. What is this feeling?" The Nephilim picks up two angels by the ankles and starts to walk up the hill to follow Absalom, dragging the bodies with him.
"Why are you taking those bodies?" The Succubus asks as she follows closely, avoiding the blood trail that Nephilim was leaving behind.
"I want to know what this feeling is; it makes me feel good, calm, happy, I would even say, stronger." The Nephilim looks behind him at the Succubus as he drags the bodies behind him, easily catching up to Absalom. The older Nephilim gave his younger brother a look of disgust seeing his cargo but doesn't say anything as he keeps walking to a set of ruins down another hill.
The younger Nephilim watches as his brother disappears into the ruins, making sure to keep his body prizes close by as he looks to the Succubus. The Succubus would be busying herself with sharpening a long, curved fingernail with a small blade. The younger Nephilim sits on one of the bodies like a small seat and just waits for his brother.
The sun would be setting over the hills before Absalom would emerge again, carrying a small crate with him, walking back up the hill he would again look at disgust at his brother's choice of items and continues to walk. The younger Nephilim grips the dead angel ankles and starts to drag them with him back to the portal.
"What did you have to get?" The younger Nephilim asks as he pulls his dead bodies with him.
"It doesn't matter, Mother Lilith asked me to retrieve it so I have, no questions asked." Absalom says sternly, holding the crate tightly.
The younger Nephilim frowns, keeping his comments to himself, clearly not pleased about Absalom's blind faith in their 'mother'. The younger Nephilim pulls the bodies through the portal back to Lilith's lair and pulls the bodies towards his room. The Succubus watches with a raised brow but heads to her mistress's throne room, following Absalom.
Lilith looked up from her slave that she was petting as Absalom and her servant walked in, getting up quickly to take the crate from Absalom and handing it off to a demon who takes it into another room.
"What are you doing here? You are supposed to be watching over the other Nephilim." Lilith says staring at the other succubus. The other succubus bows her head to her mistress and sighs, looking up at her with yellow eyes.
"Mistress, I beg you to put that Nephilim out of his misery. I mean no disrespect Mistress but he dragged two dead bodies back here with him and he says he's feeling and sensing things that aren't there. I think his mind might be slipping with his body, it would be in everyone's best interest to put him down." The servant says with a bow of her head.
Lilith stands up and walks over to the lesser succubus and slaps her hard enough to knock her over but stops herself from taking a second hit on the female demon, giving a dark look to her. The Mother of Demons turns towards a demon and looks it over for a moment.
"Go summon 'the sisters' if they agree, I will put that Nephilim out of his misery." The large demon salutes and runs out of the room. Lilith turns towards the succubus, "Go back to him and wait for the sisters." The lesser demoness nods and holds a hand over her face, getting up and walking back to the Nephilim's rooms. The demoness walks in and nearly does a 180, the Nephilim has the dead bodies stripped down and laying on the floor, the bodies twisted around in gruesome ways as their bones had been ripped out and placed into a pile.
The Nephilim looks up at the demoness curiously, his hands covered in blood along with his pants and boots. Without a word the Nephilim continues to rip out bones and place them into a pile, making the demoness grunt in disgust. A knock would sound a few moments later and the demoness would get up to answer it, all too happy for a distraction from the macabre work. Two women would be at the door, floating a few inches off the floor, their skin sickly pale and glowing green, their bodies looking skeletal and their faces sunken and pulled back, wraiths.
The Nephilim looks up at the two and shivers at the sight as the float in followed by Lilith. The Mother of Demons looks at the Nephilim and raises a brow at his collection of bones then looks at him.
"Get on your bed, Nephilim; I want to examine your body to make sure your healthy enough to continue existing." The Nephilim narrows his eyes but gets up slowly, walking over to the bed and laying down, muscles tense just in case he needed to fight to get away. One of the wraiths touched his chest and stomach, moving up to his head, speaking in a tongue he didn't quite understand, but at the same time, he understood. The Nephilim couldn't help it as he closed his eyes and went into a semi-sleep as the Wraiths continued to examine him speaking to each other in that same strange language, one giggling occasionally before they both pulled away from the Nephilim to look at Lilith.
"This is an interesting creature you have here, Lilith." One of the wraiths said, her voice otherworldly and dry.
"Yes, very interesting, if you don't wish to keep him, we will take him to our own king, he would be most valuable." The sister wraith said after her sister finished.
Lilith narrowed her eyes greatly, "What are you two going on about?" The demoness moves closer to the two undead women, fangs bore. The two sisters look to each other and one speaks seriously.
"This creature is strange, but powerful, whatever you created here Lilith is none of our business but your creation is odd to say the least. This Nephilim as you call him technically can't be alive yet it is. It feels pain, it has a consciousness, and it can even make rational decisions and plan. Yet despite all these things, it has no blood in his veins and its regeneration ability is amazing, this thing is near invulnerable to actual harm." The other sister picks up where her sibling left off.
"This creature is attracted to death, or more specifically newly dead souls. He doesn't eat or really sleep, or rest, he gains energy from a unique power that he can sense and feel. When a soul departs a body it gives off a unique energy and it's this energy that empowers your Nephilim here, he can sense it. The more newly dead around him, the more powerful he will get." The other sister takes up where her sister left off again.
"He also seems to be heavily tied into Necromancy, so much potential lies within his body to be a very powerful Necromancer. So as you can see, this Nephilim is very useful and if you wish to …dispose of him we will gladly take him off your hands." Lilith taps a finger to her chin and gives an evil grin before looking at the dead sisters.
"Leave us, I will make sure this Nephilim is giving proper care, perhaps I was too quick to judge this creature for his appearance." The sisters make small huffing noises before floating past Lilith and out of the room. Lilith looks to her servant with a wicked grin, "Make sure he's well taken care of, I will inform Absalom that his brother will do the Nephilim proud and that he finally has a name."
The Succubus looks up at her mistress and blinks, "You have decided on a name for him?" Lilith grins wider and nods.
"I have decided that his name will be Death." The servant looks from Lilith to the unconscious Nephilim and shivers, such a fitting name for such a creature and she was slowly admitting that she feared this thing and what it would come to do in its life.