Ascension of the Nephilim

Krysta was confused at the words that Nightwing stated.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"You really don't know, huh? I can imagine why you didn't know about it, but you should have noticed sooner or later. Even your brother knows about it."

"Stop spouting nonsense you-"

"How did you activate the talisman of time that allowed you to travel hundreds of years into the future? You've been using that talisman a few times in your life. What made it special when you used it then?"

"Y-You are using your powers to trick me!"

"I'm not that powerful in memory alteration. I don't have the Code of Ypnos. I can hide your memory with Mysterion and make up a few flashes of vision using the power of Lies like I did when you went in here. But altering or changing memories? That's a whole new department. If I could, do you think I would have been more creative in making up those memories I instilled in you to fool the Fallen Spawn? So if I did alter your memories you'd have noticed by now." Nightwing explained and approached as he released the power of the Devouring Core.

The moment Nightwing used the power of the Devouring Core, an immense pain that it was as if her entire body would be sucked into the devouring power.

"Ahhhh!"

Suddenly, Nightwing used this power on Monica and Sherah.

The two women stood without suffering any form of pain.

"See? Your body is not a real one. It's because you are an expert user of [Supra- Phyiskos] that allowed you to create this fake body. You don't remember? You were stabbed right in the heart before you managed to escape. In your dying moments, you had the thought of using that magic to get your brother to safety. That's when you invoked it."

"Sacrifice...!" Monica realized the mystery. In the Midlands, there have been numerous tales of how Sacrifice would turn the tides of a battle. With the Midlands having various kingdoms that practiced superior Light Grown cultivation methods, many of the holy kingdoms have tales of Sacrifice.

In fact, wars and battles in the Midlands that involved the holy kingdoms often have contingency plans to prepare if their enemies would use Sacrifice.

"Through Sacrifice, you consolidated this fake human form. You are a variant of a ghost. One with physical abilities. Perhaps one of the very few forms that had manifested across all the universe. Even more powerful than Patrick Swayze!"

"Who?" Sherah asked.

But Nightwing ignored her.

"Most ghost, wraiths, phantoms, and other beings are born through dark dependent means and uses evil rituals. But you used light. It wouldn't have been possible if not for your [Supra-Phisikos] ability. Sacrifice was also the cause that allowed you to time travel with this talisman and led you to me. You know what thoughts you had before you found me."

"I wanted to save my brother..."

"Yes. And in a twist, if Fate, you were thrown into a time void where you were in stasis, and when Fate sensed several warriors of Fate gathered together it brought you out of that time limbo. And now, you are very much, dead. A ghost clinging to life. This is also why you are immune to my lust." Nightwing explained.

At that moment, Krysta felt trembled. She tried to look for a pulse or a heartbeat but found none.

"I'm... dead...?!" Krysta was frightened.

"It's actually interesting. You see, both you and your brother were Destined to die. It seems you have a larger role to play in the coming wars between Fate and Destiny. Destiny tried to wipe out your family, and Fate arranged it that you would be under my shade to be kept hidden. I'm guessing that your power is a direct line from one of the Ancient Gods or the Fallen. The question is, which Ancient God or Fallen do you serve? Devour will definitely help you survive for now, but unless we understand the source of your power, you may still die." Nightwing used his time magic with the Talisman.

"Hey, Luigi. In the record of gods and fallen, which one of them would have the power to create or give life out of energy?"

"Hmm... That's a tough one. Why do you ask?"

Nightwing then explained their predicament of Krysta.

As Krysta heard Nightwing's explanation she felt terrified. But every test she tried to see if she was 'alive' all failed. She even wounded herself and instead of blood, she saw energy leaking out as her skin began to close.

Luigi began to think.

"Well... there's that elusive Fallen, Ligma."

Monica and Sherah frowned. They studied the names of many gods and fallen, but never heard of Ligma.

"Who's-"

"No! Don't!" Nightwing panicked and tried to stop Sherah. But it was too late.

"Who's Ligma?" Monica also asked.

"Ligma Balls!" Luigi began to laugh at his successful childish joke.

Nightwing cursed but the girls all had confused expressions.

"Get serious, Luigi!" Nightwing cursed.

"I'm guessing it's Pnevma. The being that was born out of the breath of all gods and fallen. When he was born, he created the entity and power that everyone now has. The entity and power that is known as the soul. The power of Krysta bares similarities to that. So... good news, Krysta! You're not dead. Your power just allowed you to harness and create a physical form for your soul. Basically, you created your own body since you sacrificed the body. It's similar to the power that Skeletons and Liches do in abandoning the flesh. She did and made her a powerful Force and Magic user. Although, she will probably run out of energy soon." Luigi explained.

"I got it covered. I made a Devouring Core that uses the power of Mammon."

"Oh? Devour? Nice! Erm... Master. When are you going back? There are a lot of people looking for my mansion now."

"Just keep holding out and do mysterious and strange things. Continue to tempt people with more power. With Devour, I believe I can kill and eat more Cardinals with ease when I get back there."

"Alright. I'll tell those two. Oh. And whatever you're using to call me, I call dibs on owning it."

Luigi instantly disconnected the call.

Nightwing ignored Luigi.

"Anyway, Krysta. Do yourself a favor and get this power. I'm guessing you will need to absorb soul energy if you want to maintain that form or create a more physical and stable form."

"... I'd rather die."

"Then I guess I'll be raising Christopher alone." Nightwing sighed.

"You...!"

"Take it. The souls you will devour here are those of the Greedlings. You can eat an army's worth of souls and with that, you can have enough energy to keep fighting for a year and still persist. I could even give you a Coin and even if you would have to fight all out occasionally, you'd still live a decade. If you don't want to ally yourself and become mine, fine. But this can help you live long enough to make sure your brother doesn't get corrupted by me. So if you want your brother to live an honorable life and not become some form of a human incubus, then you best stay alive." Nightwing tossed the Devouring Core.

Krysta hesitated but caught the Core. She could not abandon her brother to death.

"Where are we to go next, master?"

"Into the heat of more battles! You will have to go fight more Coins and save as many people as you can! With this Coin dead, those other Coins must be moving towards this location and will buy any survivors fighting in this world time to organize. We move out and gather them. Everyone, hold still. Let's teleport out." Nightwing used his power.

The team instantly disappeared.

As the group vanished, several minutes passed, and numerous rumbles were heard as several Coins surfaced.

"...Grecher is gone! And where is his army?!" A Coin shouted.

"He is... truly dead! To think his soul disappeared and did not return to Lord Zhasz!"

"It's that angel! It has to be it!" Another cursed.

Meanwhile, Nightwing's team appeared in another area. There was a dense forest and the sounds of battle could be heard nearby.

"Monica, Sherah. Those Coins of Mammon left this area and traveled to where we were. This is your chance to assimilate with the survivors. I will not interfere this time. You will have to kill the Mammon yourselves!"