Long ago, there was a war of biblical proportions. The seven leagues which consisted of Superbia, Avarita, Luxuria, Invidia, Gula, Ira, and Acedia waged war upon each other. The reason for this war? The build up tension of every faction in the Nether and the betrayal of the nobles mating with different species. You see, in this world, it was strictly forbidden for humans and demons to become a pair, much worse if a half-child is born. They were seen as the destruction of the underworld and the defilement of pure demonic blood. Humans carry no magical ability and the only way for them to posses any form of magic is either through a faustian contract, a knot that is tied between human and demon but for the price of a human soul, and through Relics that were enriched in either angelic or demonic essence. Depending on the class of the mystical being, the stronger the Relic is and the more potent power that it unleashes.

The war lasted for over millennia, countless souls were lost in the attempt of seizing control of the Nether. This effect was so massive that it shook the clouds of Aether, thus injecting themselves into the turmoil produced by the raging demons. The Primordial sent all of his most powerful angels and they succeeded in halting the war, but only for a little while. You see, the houses of Luxuria and Ira were one of the few clans that believe in intermingling with the different creatures, just as long as they become part of their respective clans and swear fealty to the head of the clans. The angels paid the price of halting the war, by unknowingly sacrificing their two best generals, Pollyon and Azrael the respective angels of destruction and death. The lord governing over Luxuria, Asmodeus, had identical twins, who are fabled to share the same soul while the lord ruling over Ira, Satan, had one girl. These three child children, are said to be the very end of the world, as they could take refuge in all three lands. Due to this, the demon lords fled hell and their armies assimilated into other factions, as they have lost all respect toward their masters. The names of the children were Jacob, Anthony and Lilith.

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The room was dark and cold. The screams of two women filled the air, meanwhile two almost identical adult males caressed the hand of their respective partners. Both women wore a white robe that was stained of blood near the bottom trim, but one had a stomach that was visibly larger. Suddenly the woman with the enlarged stomach started screaming in pain as the head of one of the babies started to crown. With each push and grunt that she made, she screamed more and more.

“That’s good Azrael, keep pushing. Like that dear, please push harder.” Urged the man with the horns of a traditional devil and crimson hair.

The woman pushed and pushed until the head of the infant was already out. The demon’s eyes watered up, the joy of becoming a father for the first time took over his emotions and did not match his intimidating aura. As Azrael pushed the infant, another figure with similar blonde hair started to crown as well. As another infant was being conceived, the hair appeared red as if it were dyed by the blood of its mother. Once it was out, the guy that held onto the woman, dipped it in water to clean the gore that stained its innocent flesh and kissed his partner on the forehead.

“Congratulations, Mistress of Destruction, she’s beautiful.” Said the man, “Brother, and the condition of the catalyst?” The man said, screaming over the woman that started to conceive yet again.

“Well it certainly isn’t dead. If it was, I’d have to give to his other “father”,” the man replied screaming over his wife. Azrael held tight to Lust’s arm, making his arm change color, but Lust was unfazed by it. Then the other infant finally emerged, a boy with golden blonde hair like his kin. The grin on both of the men was from ear to ear.

Then Wrath spoke to Lust, “With these three, now the plan of Demonica is set into fruition.”

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“Indeed brother, our offspring shall be individually stronger than all of us in this room.”

A stern, strained and yet angelic voice who was none other than the angel of descruction then spoke while still gripped in pain from childbirth, “What shall we call them?”

“Dub them strong.” Said Wrath.

“We mustn't,” replied Pollyon

“For what reason?!” Questioned Wrath.

“They must be planted among God’s creations,” replied Lust

“Name them after those pygmies!? Absurd!” replied Wrath yet again in an angered voice.

“But we must if wish for them to flourish.” Weakly said Pollyon.

“ I…… Fine.” said Wrath, admitting defeat.

“Our daughter shall be named Lilith. As for the boys?,” stated Azrael.

Lust spoke, “Name him Jacob.”

“What about the younger one?” replied Azrael.

“I like Anthony.” Says Pollyon.

“Then I wish for my daughter to be named Lilith.” Said Wrath.

“Then it’s settled, bring them to me, I must restrain their power as their frail bodies have yet the capacity for their natural gifts.” Azrael says, while shifting up on the bed.

Both men carried their children to her and awaited for further instructions.

“Honey, can I take a bit of your blood?”

Lust quietly show’s her his arm that bled and let Pollyon scoop the liquid that still flowed. Taking a hold of her first born, she made a complicated rune on his back. “With this my child, you shall be able to be under control and never succumb to your demon blood, remember that you are nephilim, end this war as it’ll end all of our grief.” She takes Anthony now, “As for you my child, you three all hold great promise and power. If people were to realize what you are, they’ll fear you. And for good reason, as they’re aware that you are a superior race.” Finishing with Anthony, she takes Lilith and continues, “To those who oppose you, smite them, for you all hold the power to do so. But for those who embrace you, embrace them back as they’ll bring you to glory.”

She smiles before falling unconscious. Lust rushes to her side, grabbing her hand. “Honey? Babe? What’s wrong? Wake up, please.” Lust illogically tries to make her wake up, but subconsciously he knew that she was death’s bed for he wasn’t a foreigner to death. He was aware how dangerous it was for an angel to birth a half demon, and amplified by birthing two. Even Azrael got lucky, as just having one child would bring her to the reaper if something went amiss.

Not being able to stand watching his brother in agony, he gave Lilith to Azrael and went to comfort his brother. He was sobbing uncontrollably while embracing his two sons.

Wrath put a hand on Lust’s shoulder, “let’s go outside”. Leaving his two sons with their aunt, they walked away outside. “Get it together Lust” Wrath says while staring at his brother, but to no avail he still cries. Wrath sighs, “The once proud leader of the clan of Lust, Asmodeus, crying for a single woman?”

“She wasn’t just a single woman, Satan, she was the one that truly made me happy.”Lust says.

“No, the only thing that makes you happy is the blood of virgins and of your enemies. To show weakness at such a critical state, you’ll doom us all!” Lust looks up.

“After having escaped the Nether for our crimes, and for us both to weaken the demons, we are seen as traitors. It doesn’t matter if we both were the most strongest clans and that the both of us were close to becoming kings.”

Lust attempts to reply, but is met with a fist to his gut, “My brother isn’t human.”

“You’re right.” Lust’s voice becomes cold and deeper as his eyes become slit similar to that of a reptile with a golden color, black sclera and a newly developed tail swaying from side to side.

Wrath’s eyes turn golden too, “Good,” he says as he walks back into the room.