Awakening Chronicles

Chapter 21

Thousands of years ago

"Get up now, boy!" The tall figure clad in a flowing purple robe pushed a small child out of the ornate bed that he was sleeping on. The child hit the floor with a slight thud and let out a groan.

"The High Elves have arrived?" The child spoke as he rose steadily to his feet. He was wearing a dull grey form-fitting outfit. He had a small set of six storm grey wings that hung from his body proudly.

"Yes, son. However, you will not fight this day." The tall Nephilim told him as he grabbed a small bag and started stuffing it full of various items.

"What do you mean, father? I want to fight them." The young Nephilim told his father as the bag was handed to him

"You will not. You will hide and wait for an angel named Malek. He will take you under his wing and protect you."

The young child started to raise his voice towards his father. "No! I will not run! That will only bring dishonor to our race."

The father backhanded the child and sent him sprawling to the floor. " No. This is my fight! Not yours. My word is the law, and you know this." The child tearfully nodded as he understood what his father was saying.

"I understand, father." The child said as the large man knelt before the child and rested his forehead against his.

"I want you to find an Angel by the name of Malek. More than likely, he will come to find you soon. Just remain hidden. You need to survive this day."

The child let out a small sniffle, "I understand father. I will do as you ask." The man nodded his head and stood up and pulled a simple ring off of his worn hand. The ring was black band with a small raven engraved onto it. The child gazed at it with reverence as the father handed it over to him.

"Lucifer, this ring is yours now." The child's mouth gaped as the ring fell into his palm.

"Father, I can't take this," Lucifer told his father as he tried to hand the ring back.

"You can. You are the heir apparent. This now belongs to you, along with this." The man presented a small satchel that had runes embedded on the surface that glowed a faint green in the light.

"What is it?" Lucifer asked as he took it in his small hands.

"That is the regalia of the Emperor. My final gift to you." The boy froze and pulled it to his chest, and the tears started to flow from his eyes. "Stop those tears, child." The father rested his hand on the boy's small shoulder and gave him a soft pat.

The boy gave a weak nod, and the man turned around. "Wait here for Malek. He will be arriving hopefully soon—Goodbye son. " The man elegantly glided out of the room and gave the child one last look before he pressed a button, and the door hissed closed, leaving the child alone.

The man let out a sigh as he brought up a screen and put security measures in place around the room that Lucifer was residing in. He took another breath and padded down the long hallway. His footsteps echoed in the empty hall, and he closed his eyes as he came to a door that had small mana veins lacing the surface. He placed his hand on the surface and sent a short pulse of mana through it, and the door slowly opened, revealing a large chamber. Crystal chandeliers dotted the ceilings and small torches that radiated a soft blue light lined each pillar that seemed to be crafted meticulously.

The man walked along the marble floor and quickly approached a single throne that two figures flanked and sat at the end of the staircase. The throne was a simple one; the cushion was a light red and was inset. The back of the throne was gunmetal grey and had twinkling lights that oscillated down from top to bottom and a simple staff set next to it. The man sat down in his chair and brought up his screen.