Occult Revelations: Silverbolt Legacy

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the author created characters and concepts. Thanks to Ranger Red 2.3, Mistycharming and SA June for their OC's used in this fic.

After the events in the underground Seraphim laboratory, Joe had brought Sera back to Gabriel's house. Despite still distrusting the teacher for his actions, if it wasn't for him, Joe would've ended up becoming a Seraphim agent once again. For the time being, it was best they kept their heads down, and this was the best place to do so. Joe had since gifted his room to Sera for the time she'd be staying, having kept her identity a secret from the others for now.

The red ranger sat down in the lounge in the early hours of the morning, a lit fireplace crackling across from him as the moments ticked by until sunrise. While his gaze was focused on the dancing flames, a recently awoken Saya shuffled her was down the stairs, sitting herself down at the opposite end of the antiquated couch moments before noticing Joe.

"I'm guessing you didn't sleep last night. I know you're concerned that Seraphim might come after you like earlier and now your friend's got caught up in all of this you're worried about them coming after her too, but you need to take care of yourself. Nyssa and Ellie are here too remember, and despite their, um.. Unique personalities, they'll not let Seraphim near either of you." Saya told Joe, seeing the tiredness in his eyes as he sat there in silence for a few more moments.

"Thanks. I'm fine though, you don't have to worry about me though." He said, appreciating her concern even if he thought it was unneeded.

"That's not what I meant. Even if you can't be hurt physically, we both saw how you reacted to what Gabriel said, you need to take things easy, otherwise you might have another incident." She explained to him before giving a sigh and looking away. "Besides, I don't have to worry about you. I just want to make sure you're doing alright." Saya murmured quietly so that Joe couldn't hear her properly.

"Maybe you're right, I guess it's better than being on edge all the time." Joe agreed, twisting around to face her shortly after. "There's something else I've been wondering about too."

"Huh, What's on your mind?" She asked, surprised that his mood had improved judging by the change in his tone of voice.

"Well, I was just wondering if you've ever come across any other Immortals before. Since you're a demon I'm guessing you've got a fair lifetime or two under your belt, maybe at some point you met another Immortal. I just want to know if there's others like me out there."

Despite the relative logic of his question, Saya's face had gone wide with shock at Joe's assumption that she was at least two centuries old. "Y-You think I'm that old!? I'm-I'm only Sixteen you idiot! You know you're immortal right, so you've got a lot of nerve asking me about my age!" Saya exclaimed, scrunching up her features as she turned to anger after his comments on her age.

"How do you expect me to tell a demon by their age when you all live for a really long time?" He asked, trying to defend his question that appeared reasonable at the time.

"Usually you take a good look at them, and if they look young, that mean they're actually young! When we get old, we look old, just like humans do!"

As the High demon continued to scold Joe for his misassumption of her age, Nyssa stood on the stairs, leant on the banister while she listened to them. As she did, a recently awoken Sera was making her way down the stairs, having aroused due to the noise.

"I heard shouting, is something going on?" She asked, halting just before the Fallen Angel to ask her the question. Though she was still tired from having recently woken, Sera appeared to be just as alert as she usually was, her thoughts were beginning to turn towards the possibility that Seraphim had tracked her and Joe down. Yet before those thoughts could progress, the black ranger answered her question.

"It's fine, Joe just said something he shouldn't have and Saya took it pretty badly. Either way, I wouldn't be too concerned by it." Nyssa explained, before pausing and turning her head towards the ex-Seraphim agent, studying her face for a moment. "You know, since now I haven't had to get a good read of you, but I can see it now. You've been hiding behind that happy attitude of yours. Joe trusts you, so you better not be hiding anything from him, otherwise you'll be dealing with the rest of us."

"He-He already knows everything about me, but he doesn't want the rest of you knowing. He said you all might think badly of me or worse if you found out." She explained to Nyssa who kept studying Sera's face as she spoke.

"It looks as if you're speaking the truth. I'll have to have a word with Joe later however. For now though I'll be keeping a close eye on you." The Fallen Angel decided before shifting her position on the stairs to allow Sera through, all while keeping her cold gaze locked on the former agent.

[Occult Circle]

As the dark stormclouds of the Cursed Realm swirled in the bleak sky, conjuring up vast lightning strikes that lit up the black fortress, Two figures floated high in the air opposite each other. The first was Skuros, his six ashen wings spread impressively as he held his weapon. Opposite him floated Salch Phoenix, his four demonic wings spread like a blazing inferno that lit up the dim skies as he waited.

"Salch, your training begins today. I will teach you how to defeat the immortal you loathe, and together we will take what we desire from him. Only together will we accomplish this, so come at me now. Strike with all your might!" Skuros commanded.

"Then I'll not hold back!" Salch exclaimed as he readied his blade, channeling some of his demon magic into it to light it up with a brilliant orange flame. Taking a breath in, the Phoenix High demon let loose, flying as fast as he could, an immense lightning strike shooting down from the heavy clouds above them, striking the ground and completely lighting up the sky for a moment as Salch's blazing sword came closer and closer to the Dark Angel.

As lightning struck again, Nikolai lounged within the black fortress. Leaning back on his usual perch as another figure entered the command room. It was a tall and muscular man with dark hair that looked to be shaven at the sides. One side of his face appeared to be scarred with a large claw mark while a tribal tattoo sat to upon his right cheek. His clothing consisted of assorted furs and pelts that had been roughly stitched together and hooked to his side was a crude and chipped axe engraved with a strange scripture that beared some resemblance to old norse text, yet there was still no other scripture like it.

The Vampire eyed the new arrival with a smirk as the tribal man paced the command room of the fortress. "You look pretty lost." Nikolai chuckled as he began to harass the unknown being. Sniffing for a moment, the Vampire took note of the particular smell given off by the unknown man. "Oh, you're a wolfie are you? So what brings you here? World domination or are you after something else?"

"Skuros sent word to my clan in the Lycan realm of Wulfen. He asked us to join him in his conquest of Earth. I have come to answer him. Where is the Dark Angel?" The tribal Werewolf explained to the Vampire.

"He's out training up his little protege at the moment, but he'll be back. You'll just have to wait."

"Hunter waits for no one. If Skuros won't show his face and take my answer himself, then he isn't worth the time or the strength my clan has to offer." The Werewolf who referred to himself as Hunter explained to Nikolai.

The Vampire mused over the thought of having a clan of Lycanthropes as allies, although he detested the idea of working with barbaric creatures such as them, the raw strength the possessed would be useful in a battle of raw strength. For now, having them as allies was a wise decision. As he thought over how to keep Hunter from turning away, a sly smile came over his face. "If you don't want to wait, I won't stop you leaving but if you want to really prove your capabilities to the Dark Angel, I have a proposition for you. Numin City on Earth is home to some very troublesome individuals known as Power Rangers. Seek them out and destroy them and I'm certain you'd be rewarded by Skuros… But if you don't think you're strong enough, then I suppose there's no harm in returning to your clan." He offered to Hunter, manipulating the warrior's pride he knew many tribal Werewolves still held.

Hunter grunted and turned to the exit, stopping just short of the doorway. "Hunter never backs down from a challenge. I'll triumph and bring back trophies of my conquest, prepare for my return." He explained before leaving.

Turning his attention back to dark skies and flashing of lightning, Nikolai close his eyes. "Charming…"

[Occult Circle]

Hours had passed since Saya had her row with Joe and now the rangers were sat in class, waiting for lunch. Minutes ticked by and finally the bell rang. Making their way out of the classroom, Joe gave an exhausted sigh as he waited for the rest of his club to meet up.

The last to arrive was Ray, having a small batch of papers in his hand. "Alright, looks like everyone's here. I guess you all know already but the clubroom was renovated over the past few days. Since then, I've got to work on some flyers to post around the school. Maybe if people see we're investigating the supernatural, we'll get some hints to whatever the cult's up to." Ray explained as they headed down the halls until they reached the door to the clubroom, which had also been replaced with a windowless door for privacy. A small plaque had also been placed on the door, engraved with 'Occult Research Club' to add to the decor. "Alright everyone. Welcome to the new and improved clubroom everyone." Ray added as he opened the door and they stepped into the room, their mouths agape in awe at the high-class decor in the room.

The floor was made of black and white tile, forming a checkerboard pattern, it's polished finish reflecting the rest of the room. Multiple bookshelves made out of a high quality dark wood lined the far wall, each filled with the books they had been using thus far, along with new books, presumably brought from the Underworld to aid them in their mission. Long dark green curtains lined either side of the standard school window which hadn't been altered in the renovation. A dark wood desk which held some Occult books stood before the window with a desk chair behind it. Opposite that, two dark red Loriot's sofas had been placed for additional seating.

The design choice likely reflected the standard of living Saya preferred. Taking in the sight, the rangers and Ray were impressed by what had been done with the formerly bare room.

"It's pretty classy in here. This isn't going to cost us anything is it?" Ellie asked, with some worry that they may have to pay the standard rate demons asked for.

"Don't worry about that, my father took care of that. Besides, the souls he spent were already damned, so it's of no consequence really." Saya explained with a carefree attitude.

"It still disturbs me that the demon currency is souls, and the fact they demand a tonne for only some work seems like a real ripoff." Joe commented as they walked around the renovated clubroom.

"If you think that's a ripoff, you wouldn't believe the exchange rates between Underworld and Earth currency." Nyssa remarked, eying a few books marked with feathered wings, indicating they had some connection to Angels or Fallen Angels.

Sighing at her comment, the red ranger made his way to the desk, wondering why it had been included. "I don't get the desk. We had all those tables with the books spread out so it was easier to search through them all at once. Why only have a desk for that?"

"Technically, the desk's just for the use of our club President." Saya explained to Joe, prompting an expression that looked more confused than his last. "I'll explain. Since we're properly forming the club now, it also needs structure, so we need some roles too."

"Alright, so who's in charge?" He asked as the rest of his club gathered together opposite him.

"Since you've helped each of us out and you only seem to try and help us without any motives of your own. I'd say out of all of us, you're the best of us. That means you've gotta be in charge." Max explained with a sincere smile.

"If that's how you all feel, thanks everyone, it means a lot." Joe smiled back, appreciating the sentiment.

"Since you're being the club President, I guess I'll be your vice. It's only logical that if you're in charge you should have a strong handed second to keep everyone in line." Saya added, prompting somewhat worried looks from the others, concerned by what she would have in store for them should the need arise.

Before they could say anything further on the matter, Sera burst into the clubroom with a panicked look on her face. "There's trouble outside! Max, your sister, there's a monster after her."

"She always has the worst of luck when it comes to encounters with others like us." Max muttered under his breath. "Alright, thanks for the warning Sera. We'll go out there and see what we can do." The ranger replied, grateful for her help as they made their way out.

"I'll go find Mr. Cadia too. If we run into any trouble with this, we may need his help." Ray added as they left.

Joe waited behind, wanting to talk to his friend first as the others left, yet Nyssa noticed this and held back herself until they were the only ones left. "So, mind telling me who she really is Joe?"

"I should've known it couldn't be hid from you Nyssa. You're like a human lie detector. You remember back when we faced Skuros? The agents that got caught up in the fight were Seraphim. It's a long story on how we ended up here, but she was one of their agents. The point is though, I trust her. I trust her completely, you don't have to worry about her betraying us." Joe elaborated on the situation, no trace of doubt in his voice.

"It seems you're telling the truth. Regardless, I'll be keeping an eye on her. Even if she is reformed, her aura still looks tained. Maybe it's due to her past but I'm still uncertain. Until then, I'd advise you watch yourself, despite your complete trust in her."

"You can read auras? I haven't heard this before." Joe asked, curious about this revelation, wondering if it was the reason she could see through lies and facades.

"It's part of my ability to see lies. I can see the energy surrounding them and if they do have any darkness about them, it's as clear as day. Even powerful magic can't mask one's aura. It's why we Fallen Angels have thrived since becoming what we are. Either way, we should get going, who knows what trouble the others might have gotten into by themselves."

[Occult Circle]

While the rangers were making their way outside to Maxcine, the Lycan teen stood pinned against a tree as another Lycanthrope with dark fur and bright red eyes stared at her.

"What do you want with me? I'm just like you, so I doubt you wanna hurt me…" Maxcine asked, trying to keep calm in the face of potential danger.

Before the Lycan could answer, Saya, Ellie and Max emerged from the school entrance. Seeing the beastly foe as one of his own kind, Max removed his silver framed glasses, allowing his primal urges to take over. Quickly transforming into his werewolf form, the beastly Max charged forward, ramming with all of his might into the foe.

Sending them both flying with the hit, the two Lycanthropes erupted into a savage melee, sinking their claws into each other and scraping at each other with their serrated teeth. Breaking off, the darker furred Lycan reared up and prepared to charge. Having grown up with his sister however, Max was prepared for such a maneuver and readied a counterattack.

As the other Lycan charged into Max, the beastly ranger lunged forward with his claws, piercing the flesh of the Lycan before using it's momentum against it to throw the Werewolf over his shoulders. Clashing with the ground, the werewolf gave a howl, reverting back to it's human form as Ellie retrieved Max's glasses, planting them on his face to revert him back to his human form.

The rangers looked at the reverted Lycan on the ground, revealing that the attacker was none other than Hunter. Max clenched his fists as he looked at the savage Lycanthrope. "It's Lycans like you that give the rest of us a bad name. Wearing your animal form whenever you feel like it, not concerned who gets hurt from it."

Hunter laughed as he rose from the ground, spitting out blood from the wounds Max had given him as he did so. "You're one of those city type Lycanthropes aren't you? You think you're better than us because you live alongside the humans, pretending to be like them, makes me sick. You don't even know how to control your own form, having to rely on the bane of our race to keep your human appearance. I am Hunter of the clan Ranulfr, from Wulfen, our great homeland! Lycans like you are weak, and I'll make sure you and your clan die with the humans!" Hunter howled as he lunged forward, beginning to let his primal instincts out once again.

As the distance between the two closed, Max brandished his ring, taking the only opportunity he could to beat his foe while he still had a chance. "Occult Breakout!" He called as a vibrant light flashed over the area, transforming him in an instant into his ranger form.

Using the enhanced strength of his ranger suit, Max managed to withstand the blow before forcing Hunter back. The additional strength of his ranger suit was just enough to force Hunter off of his feet. Rising again, Hunter gave an aggressive grin.

"Maybe I misjudged you. Even though you might be tough, you still piss me off. The fact that you're a ranger too get's me even angrier! Maybe we'll finish this later, but you'll not be so lucky the next time I see you." Hunter threatened as he transformed into his Lycanthrope form before retreating on all fours.

As Max demorphed, Saya, Ellie and Maxcine moved over to where he was stood. "Hey Max, you alright?" Ellie asked as the amber ranger turned around.

"Yeah. It's just when I see other Lycans like that, I get pretty angry." He explained to them before giving a sigh."You see, I was born a Werewolf. Any of my non-human friends that found out usually ditched me because of the stereotypes about us. They all think we're bloodthirsty and give into our urges, like that Hunter we just encountered. I'm not like that though. Maxcine isn't either. A lot of us are just like the rest of the races out there, I want everyone to start and realise that instead of just thinking of us as animals. Hunter goes against everything I'm trying to achieve though, that's why I got angry back there."

"We get it. Don't worry though, we've stuck with you and we know you're a Lycanthrope. If that's your dream, then we'll support you, no matter what some tribal from Wulfen might say." Saya responded, surprising them with her empathetic answer. "What? I do have feelings of my own you know, I just prefer to keep them to myself."

As they continued their conversation, Joe and Nyssa emerged from the school entrance. Looking around, they noticed that they were in fact late to the battle.

"I guess they dealt with it, less work for us to do I guess. Besides, if they did need us, they'd be injured and on the ground right now." Joe observed as he looked on at the rest of his team.

"You have a point, but it hurts a little that they haven't even noticed our absence yet." Nyssa agreed, folding her arms and looking up towards the sky.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Hopefully we didn't miss anything too important though."

[Occult Circle]

In one of the city's alleyways, what would usually be a dark and dingy sight was lit up with golden light. As a large aura sigil formed of celestial light and bearing a feathered crest dissipated, leaving the alley dark once more, a radiant figure stood in it's place.

Giving off a golden aura, the figure took a deep breath in. His medium length brown hair wazed as a gentle breeze came through the area. Most of his body was hid away behind a white and gold robe of exquisite quality. His skin bore a golden tone to it and there was no sight of a blemish or scar upon his face. From his back spread six magnificent and pure white feathered wings. Around his head appeared to be a circlet in the simple form of a gold band that also appeared to radiate a celestial aura. The being took a step forward taking in the sight of the human city he had been transported to.

"It's good to be back here. How I have missed the Earth." The Angelic figure said as a warm smile spread across his face.

|Occult Circle|

Realm - Wulfen - The realm where the Lycanthropes originated, Wulfen is a vast and untamed land. Creatures of all shapes and sizes dominate the mainly uninhabited landscape. Because of its mainly harsh and inhospitable environment, only one race has managed to settle there. The Lycanthrope. Because of their culture, they still largely respect the land and keep to their tribal society because of how they have thrived by doing so. Any outsider that wishes to enter the wilderness of Wulfen must prove themselves to a clan prior, due to the danger that presents itself beyond the Lycan villages, yet few ever manage to pass these trials due to the difficulty they present.

That's chapter 13 everyone, I hope you all enjoyed it. So this was going to focus on Max more, but I ended up mixing it with other things too. Nyssa finally knows about Sera, and I explained further about her and her race's ability because it seemed like a pretty interesting thing while I was writing it. The clubroom is upgraded and looks pretty classy now and they're progressing with their club now. Hunter was also introduced, a Lycan with a personality the complete opposite of Max, someone who will surely return now he's encountered and declared his hate for the ranger. Wulfen was another interesting new setting and Realm to introduce here. Since it's a Lycan episode, I decided to give a little more info on it with the lore segment, it's only fitting. The final segment of this episode though is the real twist. A character that looks to be an Angel made his descent. But which Angel is he you might ask, you'll have to wait for that one, but you'll probably like who he is when it gets revealed.

With all that said, I will apologise for being slow with updating recently. While college work is one reason, there's also something else that's been eating up my time. It's something I'll be sharing eventually, but you'll just have to wait a little for that. So until next time, thanks for reading.

Next Chapter: Occult Interval: Celestial Descent

Synopsis: Now that the Occult Research club has been properly established, it doesn't take long until they are presented with numerous sightings of what appear to be an Angelic being moving around in the shadows of the city. What is the purpose of this newest arrival? Will he present himself as a friend or as a foe? Find out next time on Power Rangers: Occult Circle