Shaun felt awareness come back to him slowly and when he tried to move he couldn’t feel any pain or discomfort. He looked around him and found himself in a large open room. He was on the ground which he had expected but he had no clue where he was.
When he tried to get up he felt weight on his back that made it difficult to get into a position to get up and when he looked behind him he saw white wings laying on the ground, one on each side of him and each were connected to his back.
“What the actually fuck!” He recognised these wings, it was hard not to when he had seen similar ones in his memories of the Nephilim. He though back to some of the things he had heard before he passed out and he knew instantly that either Eric or Yarila had seen them to. He needed to talk to them, but he had no idea where he was let alone where they were.
Feeling like a baby elephant that was trying to get on their feet he managed to get to his knees and by using his hand he was able to push up from the ground while the wings laid like dead things on his back, trying to pull him back down.
Looking around he saw no way out of the room, he was alone and couldn’t see much of anything that would help him with his current situation. The moment he tried to use his echo he was overwhelmed with darkness and death.
He woke again on the floor, almost in the exact same position he had been when he had first woken up. He didn’t try and get up this time and instead tried to use his echo skill again and just like last time he swore he died. He was about to use his echo skill for the third time when he froze.
“Are you really going to kill yourself again? Seems rather idiotic to me, but please, do go ahead.”
Looking up he saw someone standing over him, looking down at him like a parent would to a child who was acting foolish. The man, or he assumed he was a man, gave off no feeling of power and no aura that he could perceive.
He looked closer at the man and noticed a few things straight away. Pointed ears, canines and finally two black wings on his back. Nephilim.
“Good, now that you haven’t killed yourself again why don’t you get off the floor and take a seat.” He was about to question the Nephilim about what the hell was happening before he was cut off. “No questions from you. Seat. Now.”
A seat appeared in which the Nephilim gracefully sat down in, how he did it with wings on his back he had no clue. Not wanting to annoy him he repeated the process he had earlier and practically crawled to the seat. Sitting in it with his wings was an entirely different task and he ended up pulling them up with him onto the chair and, not so gracefully, falling into what resembled a sitting position.
“That was beyond embarrassing.” They both sat for a moment looking at each other. Shaun was in awe at the being in front of him, an actual Nephilim was here with him. The Nephilim though was accessing every inch of Shaun and looked more and more frustrated and annoyed at what he saw.
“I will ask the questions and you will answer them. Understood?” He just nodded, not wanting to disappoint the Nephilim further. “What grade are you?”
“E grade, sir.” The moment he replied the Nephilim looked like his worst nightmare had come to pass.
“What were you doing right before you appeared here?”
“I….. I was in the event, we were attacking The Pantheon’s compound. I formed links to my group so that they could give me their mana and I could destroy the barrier and the army. But after, when I had used all my skills there was too much mana left. I passed out I guess. I don’t know how I got here.”
“How much mana did you pass through your body?”
Shaun did the math again to make sure and when he figured it out he felt himself go cold. “Over a million easily, probably closer to two or even more.”
“Beyond foolish, truly an idiotic thing to do. I am guessing that the event was for your newly integrated world. That would explain your grade and how you ended up here way before schedule. Also would explain your lack of training and why you did something so reckless.”
“We integr…”
“Those were statements, not questions.” He shut his mouth and waited for the Nephilim to ask his next question. He considered using identify but thought better of it.
“Nothing we can do about it now. What is done is done. Terrible decision making skills. No care for consequences. Its as if you have no idea what rests upon your shoulders.” The Nephilim stared him down, shaking his head at him in disappointment. “Well, what is your name?”
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“Shaun, sir.”
“As you may have already guessed, I am Azreal.”
“How is that even possible? You should be dead!” The look he got from Azreal, the Azreal from his heritage, was as cold as death. “Sorry.”
“Mmmm. Now if you can stay quiet I will explain. We don’t have much time here before you will wake up so we must make use of the time we have. Are you aware of the fall of the Nephilim and the Great War?” He was so lost, he had no idea what the hell was happening but he nodded anyway.
“Yes sir.”
“Good than we can skip ahead a little. During the last years of the war we knew we were losing. We were being killed off and we knew that if things continued as they were we would become an extinct race. The remaining Nephilim gathered and we came up with a plan, one that we bet everything we had on. One that we hoped would allow us to live.
Over the last years it was my task to find those who had been killed in the beyond. The beyond is a place where the dead go for a time, what little remains of ones spirit floats through this place until the last of their energy, the soul, dissolves into nothing and is fed back into the cycle of life.
My job was to collect the remains of my people in the beyond, to bring them all together to form what you know as my legacy. The legacy, the heritage, is more than just me, it is the remains of all of our dead, formed together in death in the hope that one day a boy would be born and your planet would be integrated and you would live long enough for the heritage to awaken and for you to grow strong enough to fulfil its purpose. To bring back the Nephilim.
The reason why this terrible task was left to me is because I focused my affinities into Death, this is important later on, so don’t forget it. Now, while I had my task my people had another. Their job was to come together and find a way to leave not just this multiverse but this plane of existence. They succeeded but at a cost. They were able to move into a mirror universe by ripping a rent through space and time using the combined power of nearly all the Nephilim left. But it was a one way trip. Until you.
The legacy is more than just power, it is connection. There is a reason why we chose your planet, why I had to give my life for the legacy. The legacy connects you to the Nephilim, through the souls gathered and through my own life, it makes you Nephilim. But you also have a connection to your planet, a Nexus planet. With these connections you can bridge the gap between this universe using the Nexus planet and the connection to our people in the mirror universe.
It is impossible to do this until you reach A grade. Only then will you fully unlock the full Nephilim heritage and become one of us. But when you do you can bring our people back, if you choose to. But you have gone and truly changed that course.
This, our meeting, the unlocking of this part of the heritage was not supposed to occur until you moved from C grade into B grade. I built it like this so that you would be strong enough to defend yourself and also old enough to understand the severity of the situation, yet you pushed so much mana into your body that the legacy thought you were breaking through to B grade and used that power to skip what should have been decades if not centuries of development, putting yourself and everything we sacrificed at risk.
So now, we move the timeframe up and I am talking to an E grade child rather than a B grade power house. One who hasn’t even left their world and has no connections or ability to make their way to Alesgracia without dying in the process. Such a mess. Not to mention that we now have to spend all our time here working on your control rather than working on your development. This was a one time working, you have been given power you can’t wield and unlocked things you can not understand.”
Neither of them spoke after that, Azreal had just given him so much information, so much understanding that he was struggling to even process it all fully. One thing he didn’t understand though was why him.
“Can you tell me how I ended up with the heritage?”
Azreal let out a breath but didn’t tell him to be silent. “When I came to your planet, all that time ago, I found a primitive society, one that could barely survive against the wilderness around them. But it was a nexus planet and that was what we needed. I found a women, one that was kind and cared for those around her. I approached her with a choice. I could bestow upon her family line a legacy, one that when the time came would make all the worlds better. However it came at a cost, no male would be born into the family until the time was right, only when a male was born would they know that the legacy was born. She accepted, as she liked the idea of helping not just those around her but helping planets full of people. And so only women were born into your family until you.”
“That doesn’t explain why my mother died when I was born though. Did you tell my ancestor that bit of sacrifice?” He was trying to control his anger but it was hard, especially sitting across from the person who caused his mothers death.
For his part, Azreal looked shocked at the news, then saddened quickly at hearing him talk of his mothers death. “I never thought that your birth would cause your mothers death. I never would have foreseen that occurring. The legacy was born with you but it was also dormant, it shouldn’t have effected your mother, but I cant be sure. Truly I am sorry, if this was the cause of her death.”
They both sat in quiet contemplation for a while. Azreal claimed that this power should not have harmed his mother, but he wasn’t certain. He didn’t know whether to believe him but as he had said, the past was in the past and he couldn’t change it. It still hurt though, it always would.
“I have a way to get to Alesgracia, I have already been there once and can be teleported back in an instant. Queen Elivasia and King Shrakein both live and are ready to train me.”
Azreal instantly became more alert when he finished, excitement now appeared on his face. “Then let us not disappoint them by you appearing as a child with powers he can’t control. We shall spend out time turning you into the Nephilim you were born to be.”