Nephilim Soul

The Reality of Despair

"Wait so what exactly is going on? Why was I not affected?" Angelo asked with a look of astonishment. "You weren't affected because you are half angel. Darkness cannot invade your mind. As far as what he's doing well, he's forcing me off the board." The Trickster said with an irritated tone. "Quite perceptive, how will you try to interact with me without also affecting them. If reality bends differently for each individual based on the limitations of their own belief and imagination. It would be quite harmful to fight me around them in their current mental state now wouldn't it?" Seth asked. "Fine, you got me, but I'm sure that we will still win." The Trickster said throwing his axe to the ground. "Wait, what do you mean?" Seamus asked. "I am going inside of the minds of all of their minds to pull them out of whatever darkness they're trapped in. I need the two of you to hold him off. The axe will serve as a beacon so I can enter their minds at the same time by splitting this reality into each of their own separate ones. It will also protect me because I would technically be displaced from this reality. So he won't be able to interact with me." The Trickster said as he. "Wait, how the hell do we hold him off the way he is now?" Angelo asked. "Use any and everything that you have. I just need you to fend him off until I get back with everyone. That should prove to be a simple task for the two of you. A celestial nephilim and the reapers best strategist and blacksmith." The Trickster said as he clapped his hands and disappeared.

Angelo looked at Seamus. Seamus nodded at him. "Go ahead lad, I'll join you soon." Seamus said removing his quiver. "Forma Caelesti!" Angelo said as his eyes glowed a pure white colour. He then summoned a sword and took off in the direction of Seth. Seth held up his hand as Angelo plunged his sword through it and through Seth's body. Seth's black coloured blood ran down Angelo's sword as Seth pushed his hand further toward Angelo's body as he placed his hand on Angelo's hand. Angelo's entire body then quivers as he experienced a large sense of pain. "Hm. So even a celestial has a sense of despair. Your worst pain is believing that your former charge is truly as destructive as people are telling you." Seth said as he knocked him away. He then turns into smoke temporarily for the sword to fall to the ground. Seamus then slid off the two braces around his quiver holding it together and pulled them onto his wrists. He then absorbed all of the ether from his remaining arrowheads. Upon doing so the braces then started to glow. He then stands. "I gotta be honest with you. Folks always underestimate the good ole Irishman because I use the bow and arrow, but I actually prefer to handle things with my fists. So I developed these braces of reaper stone to actively focus any ether in the surrounding area and use it however I see fit." Seamus said as he gets into a boxing stance. He then throws a punch. In that moment a large fist made of hardened ether launched from the tip of his fist and extended in Seth's direction, striking him hard enough for Seth to fly into one of the buildings. "The Trickster needs us to stall, then we'll fuckin stall. Get the hell up, Angelo. You've taken much more of a beatin than that boy." Seamus said as Angelo shook his head and rose to his feet. "I was merely caught a bit off guard." Angelo said as he summons another sword to his hand. Smoke then filters through the rubble of the building that Seth was knocked into and reforms into himself. "Ouch, that actually kinda hurt." Seth said sarcastically. "Oh, there's a lot more from where that came from asshole." Seamus said looking over at Angelo's hand, "Angelo, whatever you do. Don't let him touch you. That is how he did what he did; through direct contact." Angelo nodded his head. "No touching, got it." Angelo said. The two of them then ran at Seth.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The Trickster finds himself within a dark area in which he saw a faint light. He started to walk toward the light. While walking he heard numerous voices. Upon getting closer the voice became louder until they ultimately stopped. "Stop, who are you? Why are you here." A voice called from behind him. He turned around to see a version of Karin with mostly silver coloured hair cut shorter holding a torch. "Ah you must be her demon half. I am just simply-" The Trickster started. "How dare you refer me to such scum." She said slightly insulted. "Ok, so you are her mortal half my apologies." He corrected. "Now you know exactly what I am. You are just trying to make sense of it, but don't bother. Just know that you are not allowed beyond here." She said. "Now little one unfortunately I do not have the time to entertain you I need to get to her." He said while turning around. He then ran into an invisible barrier. "I told you that you are not allowed to pass. You are not trustworthy." She said. "What are you? Some kind of mental security protocol." The Trickster said sighing, "Very well, you need someone trustworthy, fine." He then clapped his hands as Cain appeared beside him. "I cannot go in because Karin's other half doesn't trust me." The Trickster said. Cain had a look of confusion. "But how am I..." Cain started. "No time to explain my friend. Just go on, she'd much rather see you anyway.