The Race of Nephilim

Reiana awoke with a lazy yawn, the golden chain and pendant still tightly grasped in her right hand. Grunting lightly she rolled onto her back, quietly examining the chain and pendant. "Odd, the pendant is an eye, like the ones you always see in Egypt." She murmured softly rolling it around in her hand. Silently she shrugged and put the necklace on.

Reiana groggily sat up and walked to her closet, slipping on a pair of black pants and a white tank top. Silently she walked down the stairs to the kitchen, only to find it devoid of life. She sighed and walked over to the fridge and pulled out an apple for breakfast. Lazily she sauntered over to the phone and dialed her red headed best friends' number, which she knew by heart since she was a small child.

"Hey Aurora, what'cha got planned for the day? Going to the movies with the squad, Michaels going too? Alright then...Bye." Bitterly she hung up the phone. Reiana tossed the unbitten apple dejectedly onto the counter and walked away, Aurora and Michael has never left her out of anything, ever. "This blows..." She murmured as she grabbed her jacket and her things off the kitchen counter.

She wondered aimlessly for hours around the neighborhood before she realized where she stopped, the park from the night before, where she'd met Regulus. The pale blonde smiled slightly but let it falter when she noticed the red eyed devil she so despised heading right towards her.

"Reiana..." He drawled slowly letting the name roll off his tongue, "you alright?"

"What do you want Sammael? I'm fine, not that it�s any of your fucking business." She said stuffing her hands into her pants pockets.

"What if I make it my business?" He said narrowing his eyes as her spotted the golden eye on her necklace.

"What the hell does that mean?" She stuttered and moved back slightly.

Slowly he reached his hand out towards the pendant only to recoil quickly. "I see now, tell him I said hello." With a slight nod and a sadistic smile plastered on his face he quickly wondered off, leaving Reiana to stare at his empty spot.

Reiana growled in a deep frustration, and kicked into the ground surrounding her. "Damn you Sammael! Damn you!" She screamed in frustration at his waning form.

Sister Mary had sat in her classroom mechanically grading her studen's papers that she had to return that coming Monday.

"Sister..." A soft voice spoke from the doorway, "I have heard that you have seen something, Veggente." She smiled and entered the room.

"Yes, Ingresso, dearest Astareal, Nephilim, not one but two." She said taking stock of her guest, tan skin, shoulder length raven colored hair, and piercing almost ice blue eyes. She was clad in a woman's designer suit that looked like it cost quite a bit.

"Impossible, Veggente, you know that they are rare, and we have all of them under control." She said taken slightly aback.

"You heard about the shooting in the church, Astareal, I'm sure you have. The two girls, Reiana and Aurora, Ingresso, they had wings."

"That's impossible, Veggente! We haven't allowed contact in years! L'Osservatore over see all transactions between the realms!"

"They had chakra wings, Ingresso, I do not lie about what I can see!" The nun yelled outraged against the raven haired women.

"You must be sure then, I will speak to the L'Osservatore then. Your help is always appreciated, Veggente." Astareal bowed slightly then turned away and exited the class room.

"Forgive me children, but the L'Osservatore must be informed...I know this will change everything..." Pushing the graded papers away she stood and made her way to the large bay window that looked into the court yard from her second story class room.

Looking down from the window she watched as Astareal spoke adamantly to a man in a simple polo and khakis, with shoulder length chestnut hair. Putting her hand around the crucifix on her neck she whispered, "And so it all begins." She noted as the pair disappeared along with the glowing white wings protruding from the back of the man.

Reiana wondered aimlessly, her meeting with Sammael deeply disturbing her. When she realized where she was the sky has already turned grey and the rain began to flow in a steady beat. "Fuck it all..." She muttered as she walked down an alley near the wearhouse district. Throwing her head back and letting the rain cascade down her body, soaking her to the core. A loud crash brought her from her slip from reality, as a young boy came barreling down the alley and straight into her.

"Holy shit," She yelped as she looked down to the boy, who couldn't be more then a few years younger than her, taking in his appearance, dirty blonde hair and deep green eyes. "You okay?" She asked as she noted the large gash on his forehead that was bleeding profusely. The boy shook his head and looked over his shoulder then pushed past her leaving her in his wake. Reiana's gazed followed his retreating form and then looked down into the endless alley and noted several advancing figures.

Taking in their approaching forms she noted the golden crucifixes hanging on chains around each of their necks. "Girl, have you seen a boy about this high?" One of the men asked raising his hand slightly to estimate the size.

"Yea, I have, what's it too you?" She smirked raising an eyebrow.

The man hissed and reared back to slap her, her boot was swinging into his stomach before he even got the chance. The man dropped to the floor, his companions watched slightly mortified then began to attack Reiana. Reiana grinned broadly and let her boot slam into a man's knee before moving to punch the nearest zealot. Letting her anger and frustration out, she let her body slip into an easy fighting stance, and cracked her knuckles as the men regrouped.

"Whore!" A man spit out blood and looked at her in disgust.

"Fuck you!" She screamed as they all charged at her. Simply being out numbered the over took her, one of the zealots slipped a hidden knife out and stabbed her in the side as she wrestled the others.

She staggered back and put her hand to the wound. "You son of a bitch!" She raged and ripped the knife out and tossed it to the ground, a slow and steady flow of white mist forming around her, climbing up her back to form a semi visible pair of feathered wings.

"Go to hell!" She screamed loudly. The zealots began to slowly move back, looks of strangled fear in their eyes. As they turned and ran, the chains holding the crosses snapped and broke, clattering to the dirty ally floor below. Slowly she backed herself against a wall and slumped. Raising her crimson smeared tank to see the bloody wound, her eyes widened when she noticed it sealing itself up rapidly. The blood had stopped flowing, and the scab no longer visible, all that was left was a thin pink line.

"What the hell..." She whispered and prodded the spot lightly with her index finger. "No time for this shit. Crazy zealot men in robes, golden crosses, random hurt kids, can't just sit here." Walking the few feet to the broken crosses she gathered them up and stuffed them in her jacket pocket. Feeling satisfied for beating them up a little, she turned to the direction the boy ran off in and headed the same way.

"Fuck, man either that kid can run fast or I'm loosing my edge." The pale blonde muttered as she sucked in air and leaned against the nearest building. Looking up her weary eyes spotted the muse of her current thoughts. He was leaning against a soda machine nursing his drink. She sauntered over to the other side of the street and crouched down in front of the young boy. "You okay kid?" She asked softly as she tilted her head to the side to examine his forehead wound.

"I...I...I'm alright..." He stuttered as he pulled his legs tightly to his body.

Reiana slowly extended her index finger out to prod the profusely bleeding wound on the boy's head, only to get a deep hiss and slight growls to escape the boy's lips. "Come on, let me take you to my house and clean up that wound." She spoke slowly as she stood up and extended her hand to the boy.

He took a while to respond; slowly he raised his head and looked up at her, "Donavan, my name is Donavan," Sounded from his lips quietly as he reached up and grabbed her hand.

To Be Continued...

Rie

Astarael

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