A/N: Heyo! Yo peeps, here's a new fanfic with the origin story of the OC I introduced in my other fanfic, K.O.W.I. Book 2: Guardian of DxD. Like I mentioned in my last chapter, I'm not dropping it, just putting it on hold due to lack of inspiration. This fanfic is something of an origin story for my OC in that story who had a cameo appearance, Chainharte Zarathos. Now that that's out of the way, time to do the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Devil May Cry, Dishonored, Ghost Rider, or Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. Devil May Cry is owned by Capcom, Ghost Rider is owned by Marvel, and Dishonored and Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim are both owned by Bethesda. Aside from my OCs, I do not own anything in this fanfic.

And now...

STORY START:

Nephilim of the Void

Prologue: Origins of a Voided Soul

Gates of Hell, Hell's First Circle

Third-person P.O.V.

The Circles of Hell were in an uproar. Demons lied slaughtered and burnt to a crisp. Entire scores of Hell's Legions reduced to mere fragmented shells of their former glory. And Lucifer, the eldest of God's children and the first Fallen Angel, was standing at the entrance to Hell's Gates leading to the mortal realm, barring any passage through it by standing right before it with his back turned towards Hell while facing it, his brows twitching in time with his fury and an extreme snarl made its home on his face as he turned to the sound of demonic screams as more of his forces were slaughtered.

Turning to look at the one who caused all this, to see the one behind the slaughter, Lucifer got an arrogant and superior sneer of pride and rage at the audacity of the foe before him. Letting his eyes burn in their fury as his opponent made himself known, Lucifer saw it first-hand.

He wore blackened armor that was clearly once a bright white and pure silver, yet had become darkened and corrupted along with its wearer. His wings, once pure silvery white, had turned black as pitch. And his face, turned into a flaming skull as his body become but a living skeleton burning in both holy azure blue and demonic blood red flames in his ire, his fury, his vengeance, towards those who had done him wrong.

Staring right at one another, Lucifer had the same arrogant and confident smirk that he had, with a cruel glint in his eyes as he looked at this Fallen Angel, and addressed him with a familiarity that only he in all of Hell could.

"So tell me, brother. How does it feel to experience all this bloodshed, all this evil? How does it feel, Zarathos? To fall from grace as you have, oh Fallen Angel of Justice, turned Demon King of Vengeance?!" Lucifer called him by those titles mockingly, as if to try and make Zarathos suffer some insult as if by turning him from Heaven against his will shame him in some way.

Zarathos just stood there, glaring his burning eye socket at his eldest Fallen brother, and simply asked one simple question. A question that would make it clear why he went on a rampage. Why any man would be so angry as to wage a one-an war against even Hell itself in his fury. And why Zarathos is even keeping calm enough to speak to his tormentor, his torturer, his evil, outcast-ed disgrace of an eldest brother. The sheer venom in his tone, however, made it clear his was not playing any games that Lucifer was trying to pull as he spoke, a scratchy, demonic sounding voice that was seemingly impossible for someone like Zarathos should be capable of, given his lack of flesh anymore.

"Where is she. Where is Drayknev, Lucy."

He didn't ask, he didn't yell, he didn't scream, he didn't demand. Zarathos simply stated it, though he worded it like a question, he obviously knew, just as much as Lucifer did, where the one he was asking for was. Lucifer, for his part, simply sneered with malice clear in his every action, riled up by the derogatory and insultingly feminine nickname his younger sibling used as he snapped his fingers and a woman manifested right next to him, chained, bleeding, and wounded badly.

She had dark purple hair and some scales of the same color with a pale bluish skin tone, horns, and a reptilian tail with a bony spade-like tip. Her eyes were a blood red while the aura she emitted, while weakened due to her injured state, was both demonic and dragonic in nature. She was a succubus with apparent dragonic blood, but it was none of these that automatically drew attention.

It was the slightly swollen belly she was protectively holding, as if to ward off any further attempts to hurt the child growing in her womb, regardless of whatever harm befell her in their place.

Zarathos saw this, and his rage at Lucifer grew in equal proportion to his concern for this pregnant woman, this pregnant demon of lust, this mother to his unborn child, sired during his time with Drayknev as she helped him through his pain and helped him regain his sanity, at great personal risk to herself. Though she was a succubus, a demon of lust, she was one of the rare few 'good' demons in Hell, for even angels and demons have equal capacity for both good and evil just as much as humans do. And Zarathos fought tooth and nail to find and save her, to save his unborn child, to get them both out of here and to safety.

Though he'll need to find a host when he leaves, since he no longer has a physical body of his own anymore, Zarathos is very much dead set on getting the woman he owes his very life to and getting them both out of there. Giving his eldest Fallen brother a warning glare as he took a step forth, Drayknev then groaned in pain as she looked at Zarathos and shouted at him in warning, but too late…

"Zarathos...run...trap...GHKK!" Lucifer then manipulated the chains binding her to pull towards himself, grabbing her in a choke hold with one hand while his other opened a portal to the void between dimensions where nothing can survive for very long, even with proper precautions or preparations. Zarathos' eyes blazed in fury as he roared in rage as Lucifer threw Drayknev into the void, damning her and her unborn child to die from the all-consuming nothingness that is the void.

"LUCIFER!"

Zarathos shouted in rage and grief, as he proceeded to beat his eldest Fallen brother literally to the very brink of death, yet stopping just short for one reason and one reason only. If Lucifer died, it would create a power vacuum between the Kings of Hell, and there was no guarantee that humans would not get caught up in the power struggle. So as much as he might have wanted to, s much as he would have been justified in doing so, as much as it might have relieved SOME of his utter hatred for his eldest Fallen brother, Zarathos let him go, but not before breaking every bone in his body and leaving him there, and leaving through the portal to the mortal world and seeking out a human host.

That to the demon Mephisto, he needs a host to maintain a presence on Earth. After finding one and getting things done, Zarathos sent word to Drayknev's father, the Dragon Akatosh, to inform him of what Lucifer had done to his daughter and grandchild. Suffice to say, the old dragon had his kin revoke all their dealings with Hell and left them out hung dry with whatever projects involved their aid. Lucifer's position also had inadvertently been weakened thanks to this, and the Demon Mephisto also had his standing reduced for this folly in corrupting Zarathos that came back to bite them in the ass.

All assumed that Drayknev and her child had died…

...but they were only half-right…

Scene Change

Within the Void, Time Unknown, Date Unknown

Unknown P.O.V.

Within the ever-shifting energies of the Void, a single, solitary being within this section of the void was simply sighing in utter boredom. While normally, anyone who remained for too long within this space would either lose their mind before dying or break down in body, mind and soul as they died, this being was one of the few exceptions.

He wore what looked to be an old fashioned suit that was straight out of the industrial era of Britain. He had dark hair, either an inky black or brown, depending on the lighting, and a pale complexion. He looked to be in his early twenties, just barely old enough to drink, yet one look at his eyes was enough of an indication that beneath his youthful appearance lies an ancient entity of far greater power than you'd think or expect. For his eyes weren't white. They had no pupil or iris. They were simply a constantly swirling and shifting void.

He was also sitting on a mass of void energy he coalesced into a simulacrum of a bar with a stool and himself 'drinking' what looked like a bottle of old time whiskey from an 1800's moonshiner. This 'man' was an entity whose real name has long been lost, and merely known as 'The Outsider'. And he was one of the few entities able to survive in the void without fear, having been born there, and one of the few literal Void Gods calling the place home.

While some consider him malicious or even evil, in truth, The Outsider isn't either good nor evil, nor does he really care for either. The only thing he cares about is granting his blessing to those who draw his interest and will play a key role the days to come for near-future events. The Outsider simply seeks entertainment from those he grants his blessing to. How they use his gift is entirely up to the individual. Whether it be for good or evil he doesn't care, so long as he gets some entertainment out of it from watching how they carry out their objectives.

So bored is he, The Outsider nearly misses something drifting through the void into his territory. Curious, The Outsider furrows his brow to see what this anomaly is, only to have one of them raise in confusion, before both shoot into his hairline as a grin of excitement makes its way onto his face, reminiscent to that of a child getting a new toy to play with and eagerly wishing to play with it.

The Outsider is no stranger to hearing of something similar to what he just found drifting into his domain. Some of his fellow Void entities have encountered something similar It was a disembodied soul. That in and of itself wouldn't be enough to draw his interest and excitement so, as it's an exceedingly rare, but not unique, occurrence. This soul had been drifting in this place for apparently quite a while, considering a good chunk of it had been contaminated by the energies of the void.

Again, not unique, as some of those other souls had something similar occur to them, and not enough to excite The Outsider so. What DOES make this case unique is just WHAT kind of soul this one is. It's not a human soul, as from what he could tell, this soul had demonic, holy, AND dragonic energy emanating from it alongside the void energy corrupting it. Only one type of being The Outsider knew of had holy and demonic energy to it, and to have dragonic energy as well thrown into the mix?

This soul belonged to a Dragonic Nephilim. A rare hybrid between an Angel, a Demon, and a Dragon. Nephilim already are a rare enough race with supposedly limitless potential that went untapped due to their ilk being hunted to near extinction whenever one of them were found by both Angels and Demons alike. But this one had DRAGONIC blood thrown into the mix...and very familiar Dragonic blood, based on the dragonic energy he detected.

Grinning from ear to ear, as an idea sprouted in his head, The Outsider said only one thing before getting to work and deciding to get some entertainment out of this one for as long as he could, and was the infamous word he always said that usually spelled trouble for the poor bastard who was the one receiving it…

"...interesting."

The Outsider then grabbed the disembodied soul, restored its body as it would have been, and gave is something a little extra in the form of a method to harness the void energies its inadvertently absorbed as a result of being trapped within the void. A body was reformed in the form of a newborn babe with abyssal black hair, pale porcelain skin, with streaks of inky dark purple and on the babe's back was the Mark of the Outsider, like a large tattoo being magically burnt onto his back, as The Outsider saw that yes, he was a boy.

But now that the entertainment was recreated, The Outsider knew he'd need time and a place to grow to the strength he possessed and the blessing he received. Frowning a bit in thought, the Void God grinned as an idea popped into his head. In some of the worlds where he has some influence, there was one where he felt this child would potentially gain the greatest amount of strength in merely about twenty years. He'd be kept waiting a bit, but he'll be watching this one since he has nothing better to do for now.

And some of his followers also have influence there...yes...The Outsider grinned widened as a plan came into being for him and his newest source of entertainment. Looking down upon the child, the literal Void God simply opened a portal to the chosen world he decided to send this child, wrapping a blanket around his newborn body and a note, with the destination being the doorstep of a certain orphanage in Fortuna City, Fotuna Island…

"Make sure to give me a good show when you start to awaken the power within you...Chainharte Zarathos..." The Outsider says while carefully placing the newly 'born' Chainharte, Nephilim son of Zarathos, Spirit of Justice and Vengeance, child of Drayknev, Dragon-blooded Succubus descended from the Succubus Queen Lilith, and Grandson to Akatosh, Dragon God and revered Father of the Dragonborn of the world of Tamriel. Placing a note upon the blanket with Chainharte, The Outsider rang the doorbell before vanishing into flash of void ash as the door opened, revealing one of the workers who looked down and saw the abandoned baby.

Picking the child up and seeing the heterochromatic red and blue eyes blinking open before yawning sleepily, Chainharte closed his eyes and went back to sleep as the worker took him into the place along with the note, with the Outsider grinning as he left back to his realm while planning how to bring this up to Zarathos and his old friend Akatosh. The Outsider also knew that in another few months, a certain Cambion was going to appear in this town and meet a certain follower of the local cult.

Deciding to sent a request to one of his followers, he decided to grant a follower of his in the city a boon upon the daughter she was going to give birth to. While nothing special, it would at the very least ensure she and his newest entertainment would eventually meet.

And now...The Outsider has but to sit back and watch the show until his newest source of entertainment awakens the arcane powers of the void from his mark. It could be twenty years before it happens, but that is fine. The outsider is perfectly content to watch and wait for now until he is ready…