Ascendent (Nephilim #1)

4. The Institute

(Chris^^^^^^^^)

The New York Institute

"This place is awesome!" Exclaimed Chris. We were infront of a castle, literally. It was black and had a statue of three angels standing side by side with their swords raised. "That's Michael, Gabriel and Azriel. Three of the most powerful arch angels. They're the reason we are who we are." Dane explained. I looked at him puzzled and asked him what he meant by that. "Come on in, we'll explain everything," Tyler said. We followed them inside. We thought the outside looked cool, but the inside took the cake. It was very modern looking, with angel wallpaper and a lot of celestial statues. There was a modern technological room filled with all sorts of different devices. "Whoa! This place is amazing!" Exclaimed Freya. "Let's head to the meeting room, we'll fill you in there," Gabby said and we followed. We passed many rooms such as weapon rooms, training rooms, the library, one of many kitchens and even dorms.

We reached two huge wooden doors, which had wings carved with a sword carved into them. "Okay so let's fill you in," Dane started. "Do you know who the nephilim are?" He asked. "Yeah. They're half angel half human, usually hell bent on destroying their angelic creators," I replied."Your definition is so dark, especially of your own kind," said Tyler. "What! My kind?" I asked puzzled. "Yes your kind, you're a nephilim, like myself and the two of them and majority of the people in this building," replied Dane. I was dumbfounded, I mean, how can I be a nephilim? Did my dad know about this? "If I was nephilim, my dad would have told me," I said. "Your father chose not to let you grow up in this part of your life," a new voice intervened. I turned around a day saw a middle aged man, maybe in his late fourties, wearing a long black cloake. He looked really good for a man his age, and you could make out the muscle definition here and there, through the cloak. "After your mother was killed in a battle, your father promised you would not be part of this. We granted him his wish, as elders, but we knew you would be brought back to us soon. That's why we had nephilim watch out for you ever since your started training with your father, just in case you were to be attacked. But after tonight's display, I say you needed less protection than we gave you," the elder said. "Well, if they hadn't shown up, I would have been dead," I said. "You knew you mother?" I asked. "Yes, I did. She was one of three nephilim who exceeded the training protocol, your father being one of them. They were a force to be reckoned with whether they were alone or together, but they were deadlier when they were together. Their names brought fear to the supernatural world, until they were betrayed by their partner, Clark. He was the third best nephilim, next you mother and father, he was also their best friend. They would go on missions together, take down the most dangerous demon clans left with a scratch or two. But then he decided he was powerful enough to fuse his angelic energy with demon energy. It worked, but it changed him, he became evil, he became ruthless and didn't care if lives were lost. Then he turned on your parents and a battle broke out when he summoned demons. Your mother fought off the demons while your father battled him. In his enraged state, your father was unstoppable. He beat Clark and was about to end him when  he heard your mother's scream. When he turned around he saw your mother with a spear through her chest. With his moment of distractedness, Clark disappeared. A month before your mother's death you were born. After the death of your mother's death your father took you away." I listened carefully but I was still trying to process all of the information.

"So what makes me so special, that they had to kidnap my dad and try to kill me?" I asked. The four of them looked at each other and then Dane spoke. "I think he deserves to know, I mean what's the use he's fighting but he doesn't know what for?" The elder looked at him, then nodded. "Do you know who your father's father is?" He asked. "No I don't, he would never tell me," I answered. "Well your grandfather....... he's....... your grandfather's name is Michael." He said and looked at me as if I should catch on what he was saying. I took a moment and then my eyes widened, "You mean as in Michael Michael. Archangel Michael?" I asked. "Yes" he replied. "It still don't have the answer to the question as to why they after me," I said. "You are an arch-nephilim, you have the blood of an archangel running through your veins, which makes you more powerful than an ordinary nephilim. Haven't you experienced any enhancements in your life?" Asked the elder. "Nope, never,"I answered. "Your father must have gotten a witch to block your angelic powers. You must understand, you are a powerful threat to the supernatural world, including to nephilim as well." He said. "Why?" I asked. "Because you're royalty and being royalty with such power means you can rule not just the supernatural world, but the human world as well. Your powers are limitless, Hunter, you have no idea. Your power is on the same level as an angel, that's why people fear arch-nephilim, even  angels. Some become so corrupted with power, they bring imbalance and a war breaks out, endangering mortal lives." The elder explained.

"Okay, well, how do I get my powers back so I can save my dad Mr. Elder," I asked. "Please, call me Theo. You already know the witch that blocked your powers." He said. I looked confused for moment, then I realized who he was talking about. "Mrs Frederick's" I said and he nodded. "Now go and get your powers, you're going to need it if you want to save your father." He said.