Nephilim

Author Note: So I'vesome thought while writing another chapter to "All things end in Death" and thought, what if I wrote a story starting from the Nephilim 'birth' so I did. This starts with the birth of the Nephilim race. Enjoy and R&R knowin' people like keeps me going.

Chapter 1: Midnight

Lilith watched intently as the red fluids swirled around in pool at her feet. The large hole had been carved into the floor of her experimenting room just for this purpose, to create new life, the hole had been filled with a mixture of different liquids and preservatives but the main ingredient had been the dust of Angels and Demons. The Mother of Demons had mixed the two dusts together and with a powerful incantation, mixed them into the liquid, and now she waited for something….anything.

Lilith was cunning and powerful in her own right, she knew what she was doing but that doesn't mean this experiment would be a full success but anything was better than nothing, a movement, a ripple, a deformed hand grabbing out….anything. Lilith began to pace back and forth across the stone edge of the pool, the lesser succubus underlings staying clear of their mistress's path. She couldn't have miscalculated anything, it wasn't possible. Lilith finally took a seat on a spiked throne like chair and made a face of disgust and frustration, slapping a lesser demon out of the way.

"Mistress…look." A small succubus called out, pointing to the red liquid with a small clawed hand.

Lilith followed the lesser demon's hand and looked at the fluid as it began to rise up and reveal a white-haired male with bluish-white eyes, an angel by all rights, except those slit serpent like pupils. Lilith jumped up and ran to the edge of the pool as fast as her black heeled boots would allow, this was better then she had hoped, a living specimen had emerged, after countless failed attempts.

The creature worked itself out of the pool and stood in front of Lilith as she approached to look over the creature. It was angelic in appearance to an extent, white hair, bluish white eyes, lively flesh toned skin, but that is where the similarities stopped, it was tall and thickly built like a demon, slit pupils, given his muscularity he would likely be full of physical power like the demons. Lilith was ecstatic, a deadly warrior, a mix of both sides attributes and it was under her control. A small frown graced the demoness's smooth lips and face as she noticed rune carved out of the creature's right shoulder but pushed it aside as a small fault.

"You will be Absalom, the first of the Nephilim, the King of the Nephilim, and the most powerful of your kind." Lilith grins with sharp fangs as one of her succubus servants wraps a cloth around the large creature's waist to cover him up. The Mother of Demon's begins a walk towards a metal door to lead her new 'son' to a training area to test his power and skill; until another succubus grabs her attention.

"Mistress, the pool, something emerges!" The succubus calls to her mistress as the water begins to rise up again. Lilith snaps her head to the right to look at the pool as another head emerges. The demon narrows her eyes critically, two from one batch shouldn't have been possible, just getting one had been rare enough but now two…no it should not be possible.

This one was different then Absalom, from what she could see it was deathly pale, sickly looking with long black hair. As this creature climbed out of the pool Lilith's suspicions had been confirmed, something wasn't right with this Nephilim, it didn't look right. Absalom looked over this creature with a sneer, as if he knew he was superior in every way and shape, though the servants seemed much less willing to approach this one to cover it up, preferring to look at their mistress.

Lilith walked towards this Nephilim with caution, inspecting him slowly. This Nephilim was the exact opposite of Absalom; while it was as tall as Absalom it lacked the body. This Nephilim was lean, muscular to an extent, especially in the neck and chest, some in the shoulders the ribs showed muscularity and he had a defined 6 pack of the rib cage could be outlined and his abs sunken into his body, not to mention all the bones protruding through is sickly bluish cadaverous skin. Lilith flinched a bit at the sight of this creature; it was as if the magic stopped working three-fourths of the way through his creation, while it had a full head of long black hair and eyes that burned with power, its body was just so…weak and sickly looking compared to that of her first 'son'.

"Cover him up so he can follow me and his brother." Lilith said with a bit of disgust as she let her servants cover the newer Nephilim, turning to lead the two of them back out of the room, making a mental note that the sickly Nephilim had the same mark on its right shoulder as Absalom.

The servants don't question their mistress as they quickly cover the new Nephilim before going about their business to drain the pool and restock it with fresh fluids for the next experiment. Lilith looked back at Absalom as he followed, smiling at this creature then her smile drops as she notes his brother following, even his walk was different, more fluid, and too fluid for something so sickly. Lilith kept leading them down a hallway where the walls seemed to pulse, looking to be made of flesh.

Lilith opened a door and let the two Nephilim into a small training area and walks over to a table, picking up swords and throwing them at the Nephilim. Lilith wasn't in the least bit surprised that they had both caught the simple swords like they had handled weapons for years. Lilith walked over to a chair and sat down; waving her hand and two larger demons emerged from a door and charged at the Nephilim.

"We will test you two; see what you are capable of. Absalom try not to accidently kill your brother." Lilith spit out as she watched.

Absalom didn't even blink as he swung the blade, decapitating the demon like it was a nothing but a piece of paper, and Lilith's eyes turned a bright green from joy as she watched her son's ruthless power. The second Nephilim while not showing the same strength showed excelled agility, quickly moving away from the demon's swing before shoving the blade into its chest and cutting upwards in an arch, spraying an interesting pattern of blood over the walls and floor. Lilith watched, again something didn't seem right; when the two demons were killed it was as if this sickly Nephilim had, gotten a tiny fraction stronger. Lilith narrowed her green eyes a bit, she'd have to watch this Nephilim for awhile, given he lived that long.

Absalom watched his brother with a bigger sneer, again knowing he was the stronger of the two, or he believed that until his younger brother looked up at him with those burning eyes and a tiny, unknown feeling made its way into the pit of his stomach and he didn't like it.

Lilith ordered the younger of the two Nephilim to be lead to a room while she lead the older of the two to his room, deciding that the sicker of the two wasn't worth her attention, least he just killed over. The younger of the two silently followed the succubus that was leading him to a room, allowing his amber eyes to wonder over the sick pulsating walls until the demoness stops and opens a thick door, allowing him to enter.

The succubus quickly closed the door and locked it, leaving the creature to his own devices. The Nephilim snorted and looked around, a four poster bed, a desk, a chair, nothing else was really in there. It seemed his creator hadn't given it much thought were to throw him, fine by him really, her trivial fights and gushing over his…brother wasn't a welcome thing to him. The new-born Nephilim wondered around the room curiously, looking at everything, touching everything, taking time to examine anything he could find, which weren't much, a few pieces of paper, and inkwell in the desk. The Nephilim did find some leather pants, which fit him, if just barely, he needed a belt to keep them up but as luck would have there was one by the pants along with a pair of leather boots.

The Nephilim felt more comfortable though he already knew he wouldn't be as dressed as well as his brother, again a trivial matter really. The Nephilim walked over to the door and tried to open it but the door didn't budge, locked. The Nephilim pushed harder and harder but the door seemed as strong as ever, going to reach for the door knob a purple light slithered from his hand into the keyhole and a click could be heard. The Nephilim blinked his amber eyes curiously and tried the door again, pushing it open, what a …useful ability.

The Nephilim walks out of the room and down a hall making a few turns here and there until he finds a large door and pushes it open, nearly going blind as a redish orange light hits his face from outside. The Nephilim pushes further and steps outside, looking around at the land, a barren wasteland with cliffs of red and brown stone, pools and streams of lava and a dark, ominous sky. The Nephilim had a feeling run through him that told him this place what, unconditionally evil, dark, and full of vile creatures.

The Nephilim took a few steps out on the rocky ground, as if testing it before walking out further to look at a lava pool with a bit of fascination, aware of the clicking of footsteps behind him. The Nephilim looks away from the pool to turn to a rather large Succubus with a large chest and withered, leathery wings, likely one of the higher ranked demons that followed his creator. This Succubus looked similar to the one that created him but a bit smaller and leaner, and the only thing on her top was a chain that wrapped around her upper torso, which was attached her nipples by silver rings, and black and green silk piece of cloth covered her womanhood and buttocks, wrapped around her waist and hanging down.

"You managed to get out of your room, impressive, a simple locking spell was put over the lock to keep you from breaking it open but it seems you broke the spell and unlocked the door yourself. Not a very demonic thing to do, most would have just beat the door down or shattered it into pieces and yet you just removed the spell and unlocked it." The demon's voice was silky smooth and lustful, as if trying to gain some form of control over the Nephilim.

The Nephilim just stared at her with his burning eyes before looking back out at the barren landscape, "What…is this place?" The Nephilim's voice was deep, even to his own ears, and it sounded rough, like gravel but it was strong.

The demoness raised a perfectly shaped, black brow at the creature's question, "You are in Hell, the realm of demons, ruled by the Dark Prince." The succubus moved closer to the Nephilim, looking over his back with her yellow eyes. Mistress Lilith had not be exaggerating, this creature seemed like it was rotting, bones protruding from his elbows, collar bone, and from the looks of it, the top of his spinal column was sticking out.

The Nephilim turned to face her again, "Hell? A realm of demons, does that mean that there are other realms out there?"

The Succubus stopped as she came up to his side, looking into those amber eyes, "Yes, countless realms filled with life and other races, except of course, the Land of the Dead, which is filled with corpses and spirits." The succubus had to take pause at this Nephilim, while he didn't show the physical power of his brother, he was curious, abnormally so, perhaps dangerously so.

The Nephilim looked up at the ominous black sky watched the reds and black mix, "Countless worlds? How does one get to these worlds, I'm not a fan of this place."

The Succubus blinked in surprise, "Portals, the Tree of Death could transport you, but I'm afraid you can't leave, you see my Mistress has ordered me to look after you while she cares for your brother. You see you both need armor and a weapon, your brother is being fitted as we speak and I'm ordered to make sure you are fitted as well." The succubus takes The Nephilim's hand in her's trying not to flinch at the cold feeling.

The Nephilim lets the demon lead him back into the lair of his creator and into a room filled with armors. The room seemed to be a forge, filled with armor and weapons, and demon's forging them. The succubus nudges him a bit on the back, not touching his exposed spin.

"Go ahead, choose what you like and we will have it fitted to you, as order of your mother." The succubus coos to him.

The Nephilim just grunts and moves away, inspecting all the armors and weapons, touching, looking and picking them all up, "I don't like any of these…"

The succubus blinked again, "why not?"

The Nephilim just grunts, "I feel nothing, it is just metal and leather, most of which looks hard to move around in, in the way I need it to move."

"It is to protect you, how you move is something you'll have to learn, just choose one." The succubus says with a hint of annoyance.

The Nephilim just walks out of the room leaving a fuming demoness behind who swats a passing demon with his claws before turning to follower her, charge. Lilith had given her an order and she would do as her mistress ordered, even if this creature was turning out to be a brat…why couldn't she watch over Absalom. The demon follows the Nephilim back to his room where he just sits on the bed.

"You need armor, it is ordered by my mistress and your mother." The succubus said through clenched teeth.

The Nephilim just sat there on the bed and stared at a wall, completely ignoring her. The demoness clenched her fangs harder until the Nephilim stood up and undressed from his leather pants and boots. The demoness let her mouth open as she watched the Nephilim inspect his own body, running his boney hands over his muscular stomach and chest, inspecting his entire body. The Nephilim touched his legs, calves, face, hair, just curiously looking over himself. The succubus felt a twitch hit her eye as the Nephilim touched his nether parts, rubbing around himself in a curious way, like a young boy who just found out he had something.

"Why does this hang off my body?" The Nephilim asked as if he was just asking about the weather.

The Succubus blinked and put a hand over her face, "Stop touching like that, you're going to cause a rather uncomfortable problem that I'll have to take care of."

The Nephilim stops for a few moments to look at her, "Well, what is it?"

The succubus looks at his pale blue shaft and sack then back up to his face, "It's your…package, your wedding tackle, your bit and pieces, rocks and stick. There's a lot of things to call it, if you want technical term it's your penis and balls…AND STOP TOUCHING IT." The demoness yells the last part as he continues to touch it and stops at her yell.

The Nephilim moves his hand away as the succubus walks over and grabs a large sheet of cloth and ties it around his waist, "Listen that part of your body is very sensitive to touch and if you keep playing with it you're not going to like what is going to happen, you'll get stiff and then you're going to want to do things that well…might be a bit too much for you to understand right now. To make it easy I'll explain it like this, that part of your body is for fucking, it's when you put it inside another creature to make yourself feel good and you'll release your fluids into them and feel even better."

"Stiff? You mean like that?" The demoness blinks and looks into the amber eyes of the Nephilim before looking between her and him to see a bulge in the cloth at his crotch making her eye do another twitch.

"Yes…like that." The succubus takes off the cloth and looks at the offending flesh that stuck up partially, "This is what I was trying to avoid…now look at it, it's partially hard. Try to think of something to make it go down."

The Nephilim stares at his semi-hard flesh, shifting his weight a bit comfortably as he looks at the succubus, "Like what?"

The demoness clenches her teeth, "Anything, Absalom, a demon…stop looking at me and concentrate on something you don't like."

The Nephilim closed his eyes and grunts, his dark vision filled with images of the succubus in the room, touching him in strange ways, making a burning, fill his stomach. The Nephilim opened his eyes and looked down, greeted by his hardened flesh poking straight up at him, "It didn't work."

The demoness let out a curse in demonic, a curse that he oddly enough understood. The succubus let out a strained sigh and looked around, "Damn the creator and all things evil and good. Sit on the bed so you don't fall back and cause more trouble." The succubus was rather pleased when the Nephilim did it, sitting slowly and still looking at his member.

The demoness moves over and spread his legs, kneeling in front of him, "You won't speak a word of this to the mistress, she'll have my wings ripped off and put on a plaque over her torture pits." The Nephilim just gave a curt nod and the demoness sighed and eyed the door before leaning in and taking the thick shaft into her mouth and giving a hard suck. As a succubus lust and sex wasn't anything new, she had done things in position that not many could even imagine but for the first time she nearly choked. The Nephilim had gripped the back of her head and slammed it down when she first sucked, shoving his entire length down her throat. It was mostly out of shock but to be fair the Nephilim was rather thick and long but the sudden, unexpected shove had caught her unaware.

The demoness pulled her head back and coughed a bit before sucking again, making sure to be prepared for any more surprises. The Nephilim's hand kept on her head as he moved his hips moved with her head in nearly perfect time and the succubus was fairly surprised, usually first timers wouldn't react like this but he seemed to know or at least have a basic knowledge of what to do, maybe some type of instinct built into him like it would likely be in Absalom. It didn't take long with her powerful sucks, his movements, and her talented tongue to get him to climax and when he did, the demoness tasted something unusual, it was cool, thick, and tasted strange. When she pulled back she touched her lips, pulling her fingers away to see purple, making her blink and look at his member, watching a small bead of purple fluids seep from the tip.

The demoness twitches, "Eww…its purple." The demoness looked up at the Nephilim and his eyes were closed and his breathing was slowly steadying from his excitement. The demoness sighs and gets up, gently pushing him back on the bed to get him to lie down, "Once you recover we're going to find you some armor."

The Nephilim seemed to fall asleep on the bed and the demoness just threw the sheet over his lower half and sat at the desk, waiting for him to wake back up, tapping a sharp nail to the desk. This Nephilim was going to be a curious pain in her ass, he was curious, inquisitive, and strong, not to mention something didn't feel quite right with him but regardless she would do as her mistress said…when he woke up.