(A/N: I just want to say this now instead of later, I'm not a fan of 'slash fanfics'. Nor am I a fan of the whole Ben/Reinrassig pairing thing. In my opinion, it just doesn't make sense, I can see how people came up with it, I just don't think it could ever happen. Again, that's just my opinion and I really have no bias against people who do enjoy those types of stories. I also have no bias against that type of lifestyle.

Anyway with that taken care of, a lot of elements in this story take inspiration from biblical stories. To be more specific, the stories and legends regarding the fallen angels, demons, the Great Flood, and the Nephilim.)

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April 2010 New York - twenty miles outside of Bellwood

One cold rainy night, a winged, egg-shaped metallic object descended from beyond the gray sky and crashed into the ground. The impact caused a blazing inferno in the center and surrounding area of a small crater, metal debris was scattered throughout a five hundred foot radius.

A scaly, clawed black hand gripped the grass at the undamaged mouth of the crater. A dark figure climbed out and shivered at the feeling of wet grass on their feet. Shadowy appendages wrapped around their naked body to keep them dry in the rain. The figure stumbled away from the crash sight into a nearby wooded area.

After an undetermined amount of time, their stomach growled in hunger. They looked around and discovered an apple tree close by. They went over to the tree and raised a hand, several apples fell to the ground and were quickly picked up. After one apple was hastily devoured, the figure continued to trek forward.

Rain continued to fall from the sky like tears dripping down a person's face. Strong winds began to shake the plant life and their long hair.

They made their way to the top of a hill that overlooked a valley. Not too far away in the valley were bright lights, indicating a city. With nothing to lose, they continued on in the direction of the lights.

After many hours of walking, they could see the city coming into view. They walked atop the ravine that ran along a road that led to and away from the city.

Less than a mile from their destination, they stumbled upon a small bush with little fruits growing on it. These were nothing like they had ever seen before, the seeds were outside of the fruit instead of on the inside. They plucked one and ate it, finding it delicious they took some from the bush before continuing to the city.

The walk was a little longer than expected, but they eventually made it there. To say they were disappointed by what they saw once there was an understatement. Many of the buildings were damaged so severely that they were just barely hanging on by a thread. The streets were no better; they were ridden with rats, discarded food, undegradable garbage, disgusting insects, and filthy clothing that they were almost tempted to pick up and put on to keep warm with, but kept walking instead, careful not to step on anything. Everything was so gritty that the only way they could see anything was due to the streetlights.

The streetlights illuminated their face and body as if the light had caused the darkness to melt away. The figure was a young female with fair skin. Her legs and feet were covered with several layers of mud and vegetation. Her hair was wiry and wet, the color was difficult to determine but it appeared to be a shade of light blond. Her eyes were a beautiful blue that would make the sky and oceans envious. Along with the blue were gorgeous hints of silver.

Wrapped around her body were wings very similar in shape to that of a Necrofriggian. Her wings were covered with ivory feathers of various sizes ranging from the size of an eagle to that of a newborn chick along with small, thin strands of gold here and there.

Grotesque, black, scaly skin crawled up her arms and gave them the appearance of a rotting corpse. Few feathers on her wings were beginning to lose their fluff and getting replaced with skin similar to what plagued her arms.

She walked past a group of men in their early twenties. They were standing in front of a small store and they were smoking cigarettes; there were three men in total. All three stared at her up and down as she walked by and continued as she continued forward. They followed and caught up with her.

One of them wolf-whistled, "Check her out, boys."

"Yeah, looks like we got ourselves a hot chick," another said.

"Are you lost? Did your car break down or somethin'?" the last man asked in a fake concerned voice.

She said nothing and continued forward, not even looking at them as if unaware they were there. They continued to walk along with her.

They continued to pester her to no end and it was really starting to piss her off. The men, of course, didn't know that what was wrapped around her were wings, not clothes, so when one of them reached to get her attention, he accidentally plucked one of her feathers. She flinched in pain and stopped in her tracks, glaring daggers at them. That was it, they were going to pay the price.

Her eyes glowed with hatred and the blue was soon replaced with blood red. Then all of a sudden, like a wave crashing down on them, they all fell to the wet concrete. Their eyes were bloodshot, they were nauseated, and their heads were spinning.

She shivered again and decided to take this opportunity to fix the problem. She took a leather jacket, a pair of worn out jeans, and a white scarf made of a thin material. She removed her wings from her body for a minute and wrapped them back around her when she put them on.

She then walked away as if everything that had just happened was nothing more than the dirt on her feet. The three men groaned in sickness on the ground as the rain poured down on them.

"Maybe you should think twice before you obtrude," she browbeaten in a raspy and slightly monstrous yet still feminine voice.

The glow in her eyes died down and they turned back to blue. She bit into another of the small fruits and took a bite out of another apple.

She continued to walk until she came across a place with a large sign in front. The sign was of a grinning cup holding a smaller grinning cup along with the words 'Mr. Smoothie.' She had no idea what a 'Mr. Smoothie' was, but decided to go inside the building to keep dry. Since there were lights on, she assumed someone was inside.

The sound of the door opening and closing shot the cashier awake. He opened and closed his eyes a few times and yawned.

"Welcome to Mr. Smoothie, what can I get ya?" he said sleepily.

She said nothing and placed her half-eaten apple on the counter along with the berries. He looked at them confused at first, but then understood what it meant and prepared her a drink made out of the fruits.

He presented her with a cup similar to the sign outside. She looked at it confused and wondered what to do with it.

He looked at her oddly, "Aren't you going to drink it?" She looked at him in a similar way. He tapped on the lid, "Drink it."

She took the cup and drank the fruity liquid through the red tube. It was a little tart to her, but good nonetheless.

"So, you gonna pay or what?" he asked, now bored out of his mind.

She took out some paper currency left in the pockets of the jacket and jeans. She took her fruity drink and left. She could have stayed - and it was her original plan - but she didn't feel comfortable sitting in a deserted restaurant.

Outside of town, Ben and his team were checking out the sight of the crash they got a report of on their badges. Gwen had a dome of mana protecting them from the rain and all three wore raincoats to keep dry.

Ben groaned and shook off some mud on his shoes, "How's it going, Kevin?"

He mumbled angrily under his breath before yelling, "Quit asking already, will ya?! I'm working as fast as I can!"

She played the part of pacifist, "Guys, quit it. Let's just finish up and get out of the rain."

"Alright," Ben complied before things could get out of hand. "Do you know what kind of technology it is?"

"I'm not exactly sure where it's from, I've never seen anything like it. All I can say is that it's level four tech," he replied.

She placed a hand on the craft and used her powers, "There was only one person on board and they survived. They took off in the direction of Bellwood."

"If they're able to survive something like this, then they could be dangerous," Ben attested.

"This didn't happen very long ago, they couldn't have gotten far," Kevin avered, wiping his hands with a rag.

They climbed out of the crater and went over to Kevin's car. Just as they were about to get inside, strong winds that were not due to the choppy weather shook the trees. They turned around and watched as a ship different from the one that crashed landed near the crater.

The three went offensive when the hatch opened, but relaxed when they saw a familiar alien walk out. It was a Highbreed... with a green arm.

"Reiny!" Ben grinned and ran up to him. "What brings you here? Another Highbreed failsafe?"

"I assure you, Ben-Ben Tennyson, I have checked the records thoroughly. There are no more failsafes on Earth," he reassured. "But that is not why I am here."

"Then, why are you here? A rogue Highbreed?" Kevin asked.

"No. I am here because of that," he pointed down at the downed craft.

Bellwood - Ben's House

It was now seven in the morning and the rain had finally stopped, although it was still cloudy and dark outside. Kevin and Gwen sat in the living room, watching over Reinrassig, who sat on the sofa, while Ben was out.

The entire wait for his return was full of an awkward silence as they looked at him with questionable expressions. When he finally came back, he walked in carrying four cups and set them on the coffee table before he sat down next to the Highbreed.

He picked up one and took a long slurp out of it before addressing his friend, "Alright, Reiny, why don't you start from the beginning?"

"The craft you found was used to transport a…" he paused for a second, "very important person."

"Important to who? To the Highbreed? Another alien race? ...To You?" Gwen inquired.

He was silent for a long time before he finally muttered, "Yes."

"To what?" Ben asked, taking another drink from his cup.

"May we change the topic?" he asked awkwardly.

"Okay then, how did you hear about the crash? And who was inside?" she asked.

He went quiet again, then, almost as a confession, he told them the full story; omitting certain details, of course. "I was able to trace it through a feature that sends out a distress signal, should it break down or crash. I received the distress signal and immediately came here. When I saw there was no one inside, it gave me... hope."

The entire time he was explaining to them, Gwen noticed that he kept caressing the third finger on his left hand. She didn't see anything there and couldn't sense any feeling of discomfort in that finger. She did, however, sense his heart rate increasing as he spoke, possibly indicating either sadness, anger, or guilt. Though, she highly doubted that it was any those emotions that plagued him.

"What I still can't figure out is what type of technology that craft is?" Kevin inquired. "I've never seen anything like it."

"It is from the planet Malak, the inhabitants are called the Seraph. Until ten thousand years ago, they were a lively race, they have since become dour and isolated," he explained.

"What could have happened ten thousand years ago that caused them to change so drastically?" she questioned.

"Ten thousand years ago on Earth there was an event which most humans are familiar with today as the Great Flood," he elucidated.

"Wasn't that caused because there were a bunch of giants on Earth and they were viewed as a threat to mankind?" Ben asked with a raised eyebrow.

Gwen looked at her cousin in surprise, "Wow, never took you to be religious."

He shrugged, "I saw it on TV the other night."

"But, wait, I thought those giants were the product of angels mating with humans?" she questioned.

"What you call 'Angels' are actually the Seraph," he informed. "And you are correct about the giants, they were the result of breeding between the two races, to this day, no one knows how or why. The Great Flood was created in response to a defiance. A select number of Seraphs were sent to Earth to educate humanity. When they started mating with the ones they were teaching, they were forced to remain on Earth as punishment. In retaliation, these exiled ones allowed their negative emotions to consume them and turn them into their malevolent counterparts."

"Demons," Gwen's eyes were wide and her mouth slightly open in shock.

"Correct," he responded. "Once word spread of this, the High Lord of the time ordered the flood to put an end to their rampage. Afterwards, he ordered his people to never reproduce with anyone other than other Seraphs. This caused many to develop an intolerance to certain diseases and more than half of their people are sterile."

"This is all really interesting, but what does this have to do with you?" Kevin questioned bluntly.

"Once word spread across the galaxy of my species' DNA being contam- altered to save our lives, other species who followed the same practice of inbreeding decided it was time for a change," he explained. "The Seraph had been one of those to consider this, but decided they wanted proof that they no longer needed to be fearful of cross-breeding. It was ultimately decided that I be the one to take one as my mate for the sake of our respective races."

The three of them couldn't believe what they were hearing, Reinrassig III, the Highbreed Supreme, was engaged to be married to a member of a race that had a similar breeding policy to his own. It was both astounding and terrifying.

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(A/N: So, what do you guys think so far? I know it may not be very interesting so far, but I promise it will get better, so please stick around to read more if you want more.

I put a lot of Biblical references in this chapter, some pretty obvious, others not. I hope I did a good job at the accuracy of the stories. Please (politely) point out some inconsistencies if you see them.