Nephilim Soul

It's a Pretty Good Day to Die...

"So, what's happening now?" Cain said as he gazed at the three pillars of ether. "They are going what nephilim usually call, 'Full Aetherial'. I call it ascending. They are about to be reborn as three completely different individuals who will be only focused on their own personal objectives, if it doesn't align with that, they won't do it. So, it's a risk on our part as well." Fuurgrim said. "Uncle Alex will win, no matter him being an Archon or a being of pure ether." Cain said. "I can tell you're worried. Don't be, Awakened Archons are some of the most powerful beings to exist within the legends and folklore of the celestials. My father used to tell me about them growing up." Rahim said.

"What's wrong, Shiro?" Karin said noticed him staring off toward the white pillar of ether. "Nothing, it's just something about Jun dominion seems vaguely familiar. As if I've felt it before when I was working with your father, but I don't remember her until I met her with you." Shiro said. "Well they we're close friends. Perhaps there were moments that he was around her and you never noticed." Karin said. "Perhaps." Shiro said.

"So, do you think they can succeed now?" Maya said. "Oh, I know they can. When a magical being is selected to become an archon and becomes one. They start off in a mental battle with their own personal transgressions to gain control. So, I've seen them as this way before. The difficulty of it is determined by the amount of their hair that is permanently white. Aside from your brother, Xander had one of the hardest to control which is why it left his hair platinum blonde. Any longer and he would've ended up just like your brother. I believe that the more stressful aspect will be if Nekronix and Xan-- er I mean 'Alek' will listen to us." Fuurgrim said. "You speak about Xander as if he's two separate people." Maya said. "That's because he is. 'Alek' is the true Aleksander. Whereas Xander is a false persona constantly focused on being proper and perfect, created by his sisters Priscilla and Elizabeth to control him; or should I say, for him to control himself. What most don't realize is that out of all the Archon's Alek is not only the most powerful, but the most dangerous to anyone who intrigues him." Fuurgrim said.

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Tyrael finds himself lost in smoke and mist as he coughs up excess ether. He then returns to his feet. "What the devil was that?" Tyrael thought to himself. He looked around and noticed the smoke moving inward towards the epicenter. He saw the smoke and mist slowly clear to the center where Xander stood with one of his hands open. His clothing appeared to be styled differently from before. The sleeves of his white button down were rolled up the length of his forearms as a few of the buttons were undone. His hair was wiry and weightless as it fell to one side. Some strands fell in front of his face as his hair was no longer slicked back. His irises were a glowing red colour that surrounded his deep black pupils. "There we are, that's much better is it not little angel?" He said as the last bit of smoke returned to his hand. "What has happened to you? Your dominion has completely disappeared." Tyrael said. "When they said you gain a lot of power it was quite the understatement wouldn't you say." He said as he closed his hand and his eyes shifted toward Tyrael. Tyrael jumped backwards startled by him. "Something is off about you. You are not the man who was just here." Tyrael said. "Now what do you mean, I am him and he is I. We were always the same. Just with different opinions, but if you prefer. Call me Alek, as to not get confused between me and him. Tyrael, was it? You must've been the mate I was fighting a minute ago. But I'm afraid that you no longer interest me. To fight you now would be...boring." Alek said. "Boring? So, dying is some sort of entertainment to you?" Tyrael asked. Alek appeared beside him extremely close leaning to whisper in his ear. "Dying? Not at all. It just wouldn't be much fair for you to fight me now." He whispered. Tyrael swung his javelin to attack him as he soon noticed he was no longer there but rather behind him with his arms folded. "How did-" Tyrael said. "There is however someone with a dominion that is massive. He's working hard to mask it, but it smells utterly delicious." Alek said in awe. Tyrael then turns and runs at him to attack. Alek then reached behind him and placed his index finger on the angel's forehead. A small magical circle appears as it brands itself there. "I need you to stay here for a moment, I will send someone else to be your opponent." Alek said as he glanced in the direction of the red cloud of aetherial dust and disappears leaving Tyrael stuck within his position motionless.