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Two hours after the fight Jamie laid in his room. The lights were off, and only the sounds were from his headphones. He was dozing lightly.

Not entirely asleep…yet not entirely awake.

Jamie felt a tingling all over his body…particularly in his face.

His body was healing itself, especially his nose, which began resetting itself to its natural shape. Justin would have stayed with his brother, but he had to bail Bam out of a Tokyo jail…later, the group of skaters were going to go reek some more havoc on the poor, unsuspecting city.

Jamie would have gone with them, but he was too tired, and he figured if something of demonic persuasion was to harass them, then he would be getting a call on his cell phone (which was on, and placed securely by his bed).

He was far too weak to patrol tonight. The fight with Hwoarang had completely drained him both emotionally and physically. It was strange…almost all of the fighter's (especially the newbies) had been moving in almost slow motion to Jamie…granted, the more experienced fighters were faster…but Hwoarang…Hwoarang was different.

He had kept Jamie's pace almost with startling regularity. His moves were almost identical to Jamie's…which frightened the Chosen One even more. When Jamie had filled out his tournament application, he had explained that his fighting style was a mix of various other arts…tae kwon do, capoeria, maui thai, and basic karate. When in actuality, all those mixtures were in fact the basic training regimen of a Nephilim.

Almost no one incorporated all of these martial arts into one style…except for Nephilim. So, how did Hwoarang know them? True, he used more tae kwon do then the other styles, but the other styles, and the way he moved seemed remarkably similar to how Jamie was trained.

Now, there was no way on Earth that Hwoarang could be a Nephilim. You only get one, and stick with that one until he keels…and so far, Jamie hadn't died (knock on wood). At first, Jamie opted to believe that Hwoarang's agility and stamina were based upon the enormous amounts of adrenaline, and hard core training. But that changed quickly because he was pretty consistent throughout the match…only at the end did he seem to get slower.

So what then? If it wasn't adrenaline, then what was keeping him from lasting that long?

Jamie pondered on the subject for a little while longer…but found that his mind was starting to grow hazy with sleep. Just before he could fully fall into coveted slumber however, his door slammed open. Jamie awoke with a jolt to find Steve standing in the threshold.

"Jamie?"

"Yeah?" He asked sleepily.

"Um, Julia's managed to hack through all of Lee's disk…and she found something pretty important…I think you'll wanna see this." Steve said.

"Yeah sure. I'll be there in a sec." Jamie replied.

Quickly, he pulled his headphones off and dashed down the hall with Steve towards the girl's room.

The girl's room (or more appropriately, Xiaoyu and Julia's room) was in a shambles. The dusty occult tomes (lent by the local Shinto temple down the street) clashed dramatically with the girl's bras, panties, and various other articles of clothing. Julia sat on one of the twin beds, pecking lightly on her laptop. Her eyes were glowing with interest, and words danced through the frames of her glasses. Xiao sat on the bed next to her, reading the files on the computer, while Christie sat in the space between the two beds.

Hwoarang sat on the next bed…he winced as he moved, as his ribs were still healing.

Alright, cross out crazy theory number 5: Hwoarang is not a Nephilim…his ribs would've healed hours ago…

Jin sat in the chair, going over some of the printed files from the disk, and Christie sat on the floor in the space between the two beds blowing lightly on her freshly painted nails.

"Jamie, you're here!" Xiao said excitedly. "This is good! We've got some awesome news!" She stood up and clapped eagerly.

"Really? What's up? We've got a way to stop Kazuya?" Jamie asked hopefully.

"Well," Julia said, pecking on the keys. "We think we do…do you remember that ritual that we told you about? Ascending Angel?"

"Yeah?" Jamie asked eagerly.

"Well, we've figured out what it is, sort of…" Hwoarang stated.

"Sort of?" Jamie queried.

"Well, from what we've been able to come up with; the Devil gene inside Kazuya Mishima's body is pure demon…nothing can really kill it except for it's exact opposite," Julia began.

"You mean like, pure Angel?" Christie asked.

"Exactly," Julia commented.

"But that doesn't make sense then. Jamie's an Angel, and he's gotten his ass kicked by Devil twice," Steve stated, then looked at Jamie apologetically. "No offense mate."

"None taken, but that's the problem Steve, I'm not full Angel. I'm half. Half Angel, and half human."

"Right, this is why you've been able to survive each of Devil's attacks on you." Julia added.

"Ahem." Jin cleared his throat.

"Wait you're turn Jin! I'll get to you!" Julia chided gently.

"Anyway, you and Jin are probably the most equipped people to ever stand a fighting chance against Devil. This is because, Jin, also has the Devil gene…but he can control it. You, are half Angel…but not full. And there in, lies the problem." Julia finished.

"Wait…I'm not getting it." Jamie complained.

"I am. I think what Jules means is that only a full Angel can really take Devil out." Hwoarang began. "You're not. You're only half…but this Ascending Angel ritual can help fix that." He said with a wicked grin on his face.

"So, it's a power spell? Kinda like an energy bar for the soul?" Jamie asked.

"Sort of. Essentially, the spell helps you regain that other half…turning you, temporarily into full Angel mode." Xiao finished.

"You mean…I'd…be an…Angel?" Jamie asked.

The comment weighed heavily on Jamie's conscience…not just a Nephilim anymore...

I'd have more power than you can shake a stick at…but there's a catch…there's always a catch…

"You'll only be one temporarily…or so I've gathered from the notes…but to elevate yourself to that power level, there are certain rites that need to be preformed." Julia explained.

"You need to call on the spirits of three Nephilim who have died to aid you...to lend their residual power to you to complete the spell." Hwoarang explained.

"Interesting side note; the easiest Nephilim to call are the ones who have died in relatively the same situation that you're in." Xiao said.

Everyone looked at her strangely, until Steve broke the silence.

"Oh, like in the tournament right?"

"Yeah Steve, that's right." Christie commented.

"Okay. So who would I call? I mean, obviously, I'd call on Patrick…I mean, Ogre killed him…chances are, he'd still be pretty pissed off about it…but who else?" Jamie thought.

"Mark," Jin (who had been quiet for a long time) spoke up suddenly. "You could call on your predecessor...he was murdered indirectly because of this tournament."

"Good plan," Jamie nodded all business. "But that still leaves one last person…who else was a Nephilim, who died in this tournament?"

Everyone glanced over at Hwoarang who sighed, slowly stood up, and limped towards Jamie.

"There is…well, was, one final Nephilim in The King of Iron Fist Jamie…I…I didn't know about it until literally, just a few minutes before our fight. Julia found the information…but I wanted to test you, to test and see if you were worthy of it…you've proven that worth to me…in more ways then one…there was one final Nephilim…he was like a father to me…he took me in when no one else would…and his name was Baek…Baek Doo San…"

Hwoarang put a hand on Jamie's shoulder.

"He held one of the longest life spans that any Nephilim had…to this day, he's known as one of the great ones…he trained me in the Nephilim fighting styles…at first I didn't really believe any of it…but after meeting you…I realized it was true…everything he said, it was all true…I'd be honored if I could fight along side you, and I'm sure that he'd be honored to do the same."

"Hwoarang…" Jamie said speechless.

Hwoarang pulled something from under his shirt…it was a necklace…military dog tags to be precise. Justin wore their father's all the time. He slipped them off his neck and handed them to Jamie…who reverently let Hwoarang put them on.

Strangely, Jamie felt like he was being knighted.

"Hwoarang…" Jamie sputtered again, tears forming in his eyes.

"Now, don't get all 'movie of the week' on me. I want these back okay? Jules said that you need something personal from the deceased to summon them."

"Of course…I'd be honored if you all helped me…" Jamie stated.

The group exchanged pleasantries for a bit longer, and began to draw battle plans. Jin smiled, and prepared to hand Jamie the printed papers…until his smile abruptly faded, and his face paled.

"Jin? What's wrong?" Xiao asked with a concerned tone.

"Jamie…there's more written here; When a Nephilim performs the Ascending Angel Ritual…the awesome radiance of his angelic form requires energy…vast amounts of it…and, the heavenly form uses the host body as a kind of battery…and…"

"Jin…quit with the analytical bull shit…" Jamie stated somberly.

"The price you pay to perform this ritual Jamie…is your life…" Jin finished.

Author's Note: Okay…I'm sorry that this chappie was super confusing…please don't hate me!!! Anyway, for a quick recap: The Ascending Angel Ritual requires the Nephilim to call upon the spirits of three deceased Nephilim. Each lending their residual powers to the living Nephilim. The result turns the half breed, into a full on Angel, the only being equipped with enough power to eliminate a devil…however, this power comes with the price of death as the angelic form draws energy from it's Nephilim host…so the Nephilim becomes like a living battery for the Angel form…The holy weapons that were stolen from the warehouse only work once the ritual is completed and the Nephilim has reached his Angel form…okay, I'm sorry it's so confusing. Please write me some reviews, but no flames please. Critiques are highly appreciated!!! PLEASE LET ME KNOW HOW I'M DOING!!!!!!!!