Nephilims Death

Chapter 4 Back to the Basics

From the moment William saw Christina, he knew that they were a match made from hell, but even though he knew that this would end badly, he couldn't resist her. When his father told him that they were planning on conceiving a child – a special child – that was going to help the Demons reign back to the throne, he smiled to convey his delight, but in his mind, he was not happy about it at all.

Pure evil.

Those were the exact words that William thought at the exact moment that he heard of this special child, but to his surprise he fell for this special child, and boy did he fall hard for her. He could remember the day that she was born in the back of his mind. He had tons of memories, for William had already lived a very long time, but this one peculiar memory had haunted him up until the day he actually spoke to her for the first time.

By then, both his father and Niko had been killed by their once trusted allies and blood relatives. William had no choice but to step up and become Seth's right-hand man and to protect him into victory. In the beginning, he had the time of his life. He could do whatever he wanted to whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and however he wanted. It felt good to be the boss of everyone for once in his life. To have a say over what comes and goes. To be in control over others.

As a child he didn't know of the evil that grew inside of him, or of any of the evils that were out there in the world. He just thought his mother was cruel and that time itself has pushed her so far that it had made her crazy, but that was up until his father came to meet him for the first time in his life. He was eleven, and his plans were to meet Sully at his house to go and cause some ruckus down in the town, but that morning his mother – with her hair as dark as the night and eyes as green as the grass in the late Summer – sat him down, placed her hand gently on his arm and told him that today was the day that he was finally going to meet his father. That was the first time that she was ever nice to him, and he knew why, because that was the last time he would see her.

There was a knock on their shabby wooden door, and William gulped and looked at his mother, who removed her hand from his shoulder and gave him an approved nod. She went towards the door and opened it. A man with a very fancy suit tailored from the finest woollen fabric produced during that era, stepped inside with a silver cane. His eyes shone red like a bloodstone, and his hat made him seem even eviller than was initially intended. Anybody could imagine the fear inside of a child that has never even dabbled in the world of darkness, mind not even knowing anything about it. The man gave him a crooked smile, and looked around at what they had, and the smile faded. He was disgusted at how they were living. They were living like peasants.

"My dear son. I have come to take you home." Were the first words that casually slid out of his father's tongue that was like that of a snakes.

"What do you mean Sir? For I am already home." William stammered and his father laughed at him. He looked back at his mother, who busied herself with the pots and pans like she usually did. She kept on muttering something over and over again in a language that he did not understand, but now he knew what she was saying. Daemonium. Demons. William was taken directly to a ship, where he was prepped and pampered like he was some sort of prince, but he still did not speak a word. He was so confused. He was terrified of this man with the beading red eyes and porcelain like face. William knew, even back then, that there were unnatural things walking on this world, but how unnatural was indefinite to him.

William was taken to a palace, where he could have anything he wanted at any time. He was treated like royalty. But he was not royalty; he was just the son of the man that was the right-hand man of the ruler of the Underworld. That was not a prize that he had ever wanted, but greed came and he got comfortable with the life of a child of evil. He never saw Sully ever again, nor his dog, and one week after his father came and took him, William had heard that his mother had died of her own poison. He never loved her. They didn't even attend her funeral, which now seemed wrong when William thought back to the memory. The woman had cared for him for eleven years, but William couldn't even respect her by attending her funeral. But according to what he had heard, nobody attended her funeral. She died just like she lived. Alone in desolation.