In the realm of the unknown, three worlds coexisted in an eternal dance of light and darkness...
The Heavens, a celestial kingdom of radiant beauty, was home to the Angels, beings of pure light and goodness who dwelled in harmony with the divine. Their majestic city, Elyria, shone like a beacon of hope, its crystal spires reaching for the sky.
In stark contrast, the underworld of Infernox, a twisted realm of shadow and flame, was the domain of the Devils, malevolent entities born from darkness and chaos. Their fortress city, the Infernal Citadel, stood as a testament to their dark power, its blackened spires piercing the smoldering skies like jagged spears.
Between these two realms lay the mortal world of Tenria, a land of breathtaking beauty and fragile life. Humans, with their fleeting existence and boundless potential, inhabited this realm, unaware of the celestial struggles that shaped their destiny. From the snow-capped mountains to the vast oceans, Tenria was a tapestry of wonder, waiting to be explored and shaped by the forces of light and darkness.
As the balance between the realms began to shift, the stage was set for an epic struggle between Angels, Devils, and Humans. The fate of Tenria hung in the balance, as the forces of light and darkness vied for control. The time of reckoning had come, and the destiny of the realms would forever be changed.
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In the realm of the divine, two ancient adversaries stood poised, their eternal struggle shaping the fate of the universe.
The Angels, messengers of the divine, embodied the essence of light and goodness.
Their majestic forms were adorned with resplendent wings, shimmering with a soft, ethereal glow, colours being white, golden yellow, or a proud mixture of both. The wings also gave them the incredible ability to fly in their majestic kingdom. A radiant halo encircled their heads, casting a warm, comforting aura that soothed the hearts of the faithful. Their eyes shone like beacons of hope, filled with the power of Life, a golden or yellow glow that could heal even the most grievous wounds with a mere glance.
However, the Devils, agents of darkness and chaos, reveled in their malevolent power. Their dark wings in the colours red, black or both, seemed to absorb the light around them, while their twisted horns and tails spoke of their corrupted essence. Their wings were mainly there to give off the order of their ranks, as unlike the Angels, they could not fly. But they had the ability to teleport. Their eyes burned with an inner fire, Death Eyes that could snuff out the very soul with a single, piercing glance, their red glow striking fear into the hearts of all who beheld them.
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These divines beings also held magnificent sight powers of their own.
The Angels' Life Eyes were a gift from the divine, a symbol of their role as guardians and protectors. With a mere glance, they could mend the broken, cure the sick, and bring solace to the afflicted. Their power was a beacon of hope in a world fraught with darkness.
The Devils' Death Eyes, on the other hand, were a curse, a manifestation of their malevolent intent. With a single glance, they could bring ruin, destruction, and despair, their power feared by all who knew of its existence.
Thus, the eternal struggle between light and darkness continued, as Angels and Devils clashed in a battle that would shape the destiny of the universe.
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In the eternal struggle against the forces of darkness, Angels employed a unique approach to battling Devils. Unlike their malevolent foes, Angels didn't rely on destructive power or brute force. Instead, they utilized their extraordinary gift of healing to sustain themselves in the face of darkness.
Their Life Eyes, shining bright with golden light, could mend wounds and restore vitality, making them formidable opponents despite their lack of traditional combat abilities. However, in times of great need, special Angels were chosen to wield sacred weapons, imbuing them with the power to vanquish evil.
These chosen Angels, known as Archangels, were entrusted with golden arms of unparalleled beauty. One such weapon was the Auroral Sword, its blade forged from a single piece of golden crystal that shone like the dawn sun. Its hilt was adorned with intricate, swirling patterns that seemed to dance in the light, and its grip was wrapped in a golden mesh that fit perfectly in the Archangel's hand.
Another weapon was the Solaris Shield, a gleaming golden buckler emblazoned with a radiant sun emblem. Its surface seemed to absorb and redirect the dark energies of the Devils, protecting the Archangel from even the most intense assaults.
The Celestial Bow, with its golden limbs and crystal string, shot arrows that shone like miniature suns, illuminating the darkness and striking true against the forces of evil. And the Elysian Lance, a golden spear adorned with delicate, feathery wings, could pierce the very heart of darkness, channeling the power of the divine to smite the Devils.
These golden weapons, imbued with the essence of light and goodness, served as a beacon of hope in the eternal struggle against the forces of darkness. In the hands of the Archangels, they became instruments of justice, protecting the innocent and vanquishing the evil that sought to consume the universe.
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But just because Angels have their own weapons doesn't mean the Devils don't get theirs...
As masters of darkness and chaos, Devils wielded weapons born from the very essence of destruction. Their arsenal was forged in the depths of Infernox, imbued with the malevolent power of the underworld.
The Darkscourge, a twisted sword with a blade like a jagged shadow, seemed to drink in the light around it, growing stronger with each strike. Its hilt was wrapped in blackened chains, said to be forged from the very souls of the damned.
The Oblivion Bow, its limbs crafted from a dark, petrified wood, shot arrows that seemed to unravel the very fabric of reality. Each arrowhead was tipped with a shard of darkness, capable of piercing the Angel's golden armor and siphoning their life force.
The Maledicta, a staff of dark, smoldering wood, channelled the raw power of destruction. Its tip crackled with dark energy, unleashing bolts of shadowy force that could shatter the Angel's defenses and leave them vulnerable to attack.
The Devils' weapons were extensions of their dark forms, channeling their aura of destruction and chaos. Each blow struck with a malevolent purpose, seeking to unravel the very essence of their Angelic foes.
Their dark wings beat with a hypnotic rhythm, casting a shadowy veil over the battlefield. The air around them seemed to distort, as if reality itself was warped by their presence.
With each strike, the Devils' weapons seemed to grow stronger, feeding on the darkness within their own souls. Their power was a cancer, spreading destruction and chaos wherever they walked. The Angels' healing was a beacon of hope, but the Devils' weapons were the darkness that sought to consume it.
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These divine creatures had their own divine rulers...
Queen Zoya Azrael, the Angel Queen, stood as a radiant beacon of hope and wisdom, her presence illuminating the heavenly realm. Her pale, luminous skin seemed almost ethereal, a canvas for the divine beauty that shone within. Her Life Eyes, pools of golden light, sparkled with compassion and kindness, reflecting the depths of her serene and gentle soul.
Her long, golden hair cascaded down her back like a river of sunset hues, framing her heart-shaped face and accentuating her delicate features. Three sets of magnificent golden yellow wings sprouted from her back, each feather intricately detailed and shimmering with a soft, heavenly light. These wings, a symbol of her status as one of the three Seraphim, seemed to glow with an inner radiance, as if infused with the essence of the divine.
Queen Zoya's attire was a testament to her royal heritage, consisting of flowing gold and white robes that billowed behind her like a cloud. Intricate, shimmering threads woven into the fabric seemed to dance in the light, casting a hypnotic glow across the surrounding environment. A delicate, gemstone-encrusted circlet rested upon her brow, a subtle yet powerful symbol of her authority and wisdom.
Despite her youthful appearance, Queen Zoya's eyes held the weight of centuries, a deep understanding of the celestial balance and the struggles that had shaped the heavenly realm. Her mother, Queen Heralé, the first Angel ruler, had fallen in battle many years ago, and Zoya had ascended to the throne, shouldering the responsibility of guiding her people through the eternal struggle against darkness. With grace, wisdom, and unwavering dedication, Queen Zoya led the Angels, her very presence a beacon of hope in the face of adversity.
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King Zarius, the Devil King, was a formidable figure, exuding an aura of malevolent power. His red skin seemed to glow with an inner fire, accentuated by black markings that snaked up the sides of his face like dark, sinister tears. His dark hair was wild and unkempt, framing his face with an air of savage intensity.
Four horns sprouted from his head, two on either side, curved like a ram's, and two on top of his forehead, pointing upwards like a dark, twisted crown. His eyes burned with the Death Eyes, a piercing red that seemed to bore into the souls of those who dared oppose him.
His wings were a deep, fiery red, with three sets of majestic wings sprouting from his back. Each wing was veined with black, like a network of dark, twisted rivers. A long, slender tail extended from his back, ending in a sharp, pointed tip, completing his fearsome, demonic appearance.
King Zarius's royal robes were a testament to his dark, malevolent power. The robes were a deep, rich red, with intricate, black trim that seemed to shift and writhe like living darkness. The sleeves were long and flowing, like dark, crimson wings, and the hem was edged with a subtle, silver thread that seemed to mock the very idea of light and goodness.
Around his neck, a black, ornate collar rested, adorned with a glittering, red gemstone that seemed to pulse with the very essence of darkness. The collar was shaped like a serpent's coils, symbolizing his mastery over the forces of chaos and destruction. When King Zarius moved, his robes billowed behind him like a dark, malevolent cloud, striking fear into the hearts of all who beheld him.
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Now, we've gone through Angels and Devils. What about Half Angels, Half Devils?
Half Angel-devils are called Nephalem. The Nephalem stood as a testament to the conflicting forces that shaped their existence. Their appearance was a mesmerizing blend of angelic and demonic features.
Their eyes burned with an inner fire, one socket containing the Death Eye, a piercing red orb that seemed to drink in the light around it, while the other shone bright with the Life Eye, a radiant, pulsing blue that illuminated the surroundings with an ethereal glow.
Horns sprouted from their head, curved like a ram's, yet sleek and refined, speaking to their demonic heritage. Above their head, a shimmering halo hovered, its light dancing with an soft, angelic radiance, symbolizing their heavenly lineage.
A magnificent tail extended from their back, strong and flexible, with a subtle, scaled texture that hinted at their infernal roots.
Their wings were a true marvel, one feathered in silky warmth, with a delicate, almost translucent quality, while the other was a deep, fiery red, with a more rugged, dark texture. When they flew, the contrast between their wings created a hypnotic, mesmerizing effect.
The Nephalem's powers were a testament to their dual nature, able to wield both the creative forces of life and the destructive energies of death. They could summon the fury of the underworld, unleashing hellish flames and dark, maelstrom forces, yet also call upon the divine, channeling heavenly light and life-giving energies.Their existence was a balancing act, a delicate dance between the conflicting forces that shaped their being. Yet, in this duality lay their strength, making them one of the most powerful Supernaturals in existence.
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Xeris, the first and only Nephalem (for now), was born from the forbidden union of an Angel and a Devil. Her parents, defying the laws of Heaven and Hell, suffered severe punishment for their transgression.
Her Angelic mother was cast from the heavens, stripped of her wings and left to wander the mortal realm, a shadow of her former self. Her Devilish father was imprisoned in the depths of the underworld, tormented by the very flames he once commanded.
Xeris, the product of their love, was shunned by both realms. She was an outcast, feared and reviled for her mixed heritage. For years, she endured the suffering of not belonging, feeling like an abomination.
As time passed, her sadness turned to anger, fueled by the rejection and hatred from those who couldn't accept her for who she was. She hid her true form, afraid of the consequences, until she could no longer contain her power.
When Xeris discovered her true form, she was terrified, but she soon harnessed her strength and unleashed her wrath upon both realms. Chaos reigned in Heaven and Hell, as she sought revenge for herself and her parents. Even the rulers were no match for her might.
Then, as suddenly as she appeared, Xeris vanished, leaving behind a legacy of fear and a new word: Nephalem (meaning "Descendant of the Fallen" or "Child of the Damned").
The Divine rulers, determined to prevent another Nephalem from coming into existence, blocked every possible route for Angels and Devils to meet, except for the Judgement Scale, where the Angel Queen and Devil King would one day face an unexpected reckoning.
But, unbeknownst to them, history was poised to repeat itself, setting the stage for a new chapter in the saga of the Nephalem.
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[A/N]: None of the art (if there are any) in the other chapters are mine unless I say so.
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