Ascension of the Nephilim

Nightwing flew into the darkness that shrouded the place and covered the many Gigantes inside. As Nightwing entered the realm, a strange darkness began to work on him.

The Gigantes all observed curiously whether or not the darkness would kill him.

Forgetfulness attacked Nightwing.

He forgot many things and his very organs forgot how to work.

As Nightwing sensed the threatening power, he simply laughed.

"Oblivion... It truly is Oblivion. So that's why this Gigantes has survived. It managed to harness an attack made by Oblivion! And he turned it around and made others forget about him!" Nightwing closed his eyes, and a darkness of his own began to appear.

Kyriachos, the darkness so different that it had to be separated from all of creation, was Nightwing's blanketing power. It separated Nightwing from the rest of creation!

All the Gigantes saw an eerie aura that didn't belong to the world, and many marveled.

Nightwing glanced at the Gigantes around him and could understand how they survived.

"No living creature should be able to survive in this place. The Light and the Dark Dependent who clings to life would die. Even Liches and skeletons would forget the bonds of magic and be torn apart. Not even the Fallen Spawn's minions would be able to stand here. But the neutral earth, and the Gigantes, which have no life, can stand. But why would Oblivion attack this Gigantes? Was this Gigantes pretending to be alive?" Nightwing pondered as he continued to climb to the peak of the mountain.

Nightwing could later see the end of the world, that was the Gigantes's muscles or skin as he climbed higher.

As Nightwing reached the highest part of the mountain, a massive hole directly above the peak could be seen extending out, and a feint purple light that glowed while amid Oblivion could be seen.

"Amazing. This Gigantes managed to keep remembering itself." Nightwing flew up into the large hole.

Nightwing flew and stood before a feint purple light. The source of this light was an Elemental Core!

"A purple gem? A royalty among the Gigantes... But how can you exist in the source of darkness without being forgotten?" Nightwing asked.

"What are you exactly?" The voice coming from the purple gem echoed out once more.

The Purple Gem began to grow. Finally, it took form, and a shape of a man stood.

"Greetings! I am Nightwing. May I know who your great name is?"

"You still haven't answered my question, Nightwing. I am Bomos. Now do me the honor of telling me your name! If not... I will kill you right here, right now!" Then, powerful earthen energy appeared as numerous gemstones that turned into massive stone spears.

The energy and stones created were not normal as Nightwing stood before a peak Crown power! Even with Nightwing's strongest defensive techniques and abilities, he would not be able to withstand a single one of these stone spears.

"Bomos? That word means altar in the language where the gods and fallen get their names. So that's why you can't forget! I see... You must have been a pillar or an altar created by Ancient God Petra! You are an altar of remembrance. A memory that immortalizes the very tale of Petra! You are not a heretic god but a being who only wants to endure. But it seems you've had your troubles and were caught up in the war back then. And now, you are simply striving to cling to your purpose. Barely an altar if you ask me. But... the very nature of your existence is strong enough to resist this little amount of oblivion to make you forget." Nightwing smiled.

Bomos froze, and the whirling spears stopped.

"You speak the ancient tongue?"

"I know a bit of First Word. But I'm also smart enough to determine the meaning and implications of who you are! You are an altar of remembrance! You were a pillar made by Petra and crafted to be an enduring altar that would stand as time passed. You weren't even made to fight for Petra! This explains why you are a True Neutral."

"You seem to know about the gods and fallen. Who are you?"

"That's because I am one. If I reveal my form, do you promise not to kill me? At least for two seconds until I can show you my two sides."

"Two sides?"

"Yes. I hope you'll allow me two seconds. After all, what can I do? First, I must show you why I am also a True Neutral." Nightwing smiled.

"Fine. Two seconds."

Nightwing undid his Paladin form and assumed his form of great darkness and blood.

Bomos's eyes widened, and anger emerged on his face.

But as the two seconds passed, Nightwing harnessed the darkness.

"[Skotos eis Phos]!"

FLASH!

Nightwing assumed the form of the Angel and stood before Bomos.

"You...!" Bomos was shocked.

Instantly, Nightwing undid his powers and reverted to the form of darkness.

"That hurt! This darkness attacked me when I assumed my form in the light!" Nightwing exclaimed.

"Darkness and light... Darkness to light... Are you... the Nephilim?!"

"I've read about it in the records I can access. But I am not sure. I am Mysterion. My purpose is to be concealed and revealed. That is the source of my power. Like you, I am concealed from the eyes of Fate and Destiny. And I would like to ask you to join me in this battle. If you want to exist, then siding with me is a good thing."

"You are most likely the Nephilim! And if you are the Nephilim, you are of Fate!"

"I am of Fate. That I will not deny. But Bomos, what will happen if End wins and everything comes to an 'End'? You think you can live? One of End's strongest allies is the power of darkness that seeks to make things be forgotten. Do you think an altar of remembrance will be allowed to stand when all things demand to be forgotten or to End?"

"What lies do you speak? That's not what the End is!"

"Oh really? Then what does it mean to have an End? Beginning seeks Eternity. End seeks the end of all things. Pausontai wants to stop time. What did you think the End was? Or what were you told it would be?" Nightwing chuckled.

The expression of Bomos was of fear and confusion.

"End... I thought End only wanted to win the war! To have control over everything! Are not the two sides battling ever since this world was created?! Both sides want to win and control this universe!"

"No. End wants to end this universe literally. That's how he gets stronger. The gods and fallen that serve him will grow stronger if they succeed. You guys have been tricked. But that's not surprising, considering both sides will lie to you to make you join them. Me, I don't care about being a Nephilim. My past self hid my memories through Mysterion. I don't want to join that battle. I just want to live and survive and not be annihilated."

Bomos was shaking. It did make sense! He had heard of those who sided with End. And because Oblivion's attack constantly tormented him, Bomos could not forget the forgotten Fallen.

"Both sides lie... Then why should I listen to you?" Bomos glared at Nightwing.

"Better me than that Fallen Spawn of Phaulos. You think the kids of Mammon are to be underestimated? They are all cunning and cruel. You already have seen the start of their plan. They will take over you. You will be transformed into their minion."

"And what will you do to me?"

"Hide you. That's my power as Mysterion."

"Hide me?"

"Yes. How about I hide you until the end of the time?"

"Hide me?"

"I know that you don't join the war. So I'll use my powers and hide you. My memories tell me I also have this to help you grow."

Nightwing projected a strange image that was stored in his memory.

Bomos saw a massive Core.

"A Gigantes Core! And that of a supreme! That is a Gigantes God!"

"Yeah. I figured it was a Gigantes God when those outsides told me a Gigantes God could only bestow my powers. But, sadly, I don't know where that is. My past self locked that information and only gave me a glimpse of my power."

Bomos was trembling. He was an altar of remembrance, but he also wanted strength and power. The Core could help him harness the power of a God! So even if the Core was alive and it could ultimately become another Gigantes, if Bomos would bear the power of the Core, it would still benefit him greatly!

"If I agree... what do I owe you?"

"I need a place to hide my armies. I believe my past self is constantly hiding armies and should already have a few armies prepared. But in the battle against End, I'll need to form as many as I can. If possible, armies unseen by the eyes of Fate and Destiny. And you just so happen to meet this criterion!"