Ascension of the Nephilim

The words of Bolerax came with no explanation. The anger of the many Eldriches was great, and they were pressuring him to strip Breveros of his position quickly. Bolerax was also disappointed with how his brother presented the projection of memories which made Nightwing the hero of the party.

"Nightwing? You want me to leave this temple for your talks with him?"

"I have something to confirm. Besides, he looks like the leader of your group. You seem to have failed to grasp the proper command of your army. And Nightwing is the key to surviving the coming battles. But then again... How unlucky are you?" Bolerax asked.

"What kind of luck do you have that makes monsters arise? Of course, you've always been unlucky. But this is... a different level."

Breveros remained silent.

He could hear the rejoicing of a woman screaming in the background.

"Good! Get him out! Get him out! He has taken over the resources of our race! We could have made two more Conquerors or another Cherubim! But it was all wasted on him! Now release the scourge!" The woman cheered.

"...Eldrich Noble Reisling? I have no quarrels with her. Why is she...?" Breveros frowned. He couldn't understand but realized this was again because of his bad luck. Something inconceivable must have happened that made her against him.

"Silence! Reisling! Do not forget you still speak to the prince!" Bolerax shouted back,

"Breveros. We are stripping you of your authority. The power of the Corruption Allaso, the Altering Fallen, will be returned. Send some of your forces to return to the portals and bring back that Code. That will be your last order as a High General of the Eldrich." Tempest spoke.

"...I understand."

"Know that this is not an easy decision, son." Tempest ignored titles and addressed his son directly.

"Son? You still call him son?! And prince?! Have I not made myself clear on the vision that I saw about Breveros?"

"Silence!"

"...Vision?" Breveros asked.

"You have a curse of bad luck. And it will cause some issues, brother. This is why we have no choice but to make this decision."

"If it's a curse, why can't we find a way to remove it?" Breveros asked.

"You cannot remove it. The power that lurks behind it is too strong! So unless Lord Impoyernos is to step in, this curse will remain." Reisling added.

"...I will ask Lord Impyernos to see through this," Tempest promised.

"In any case, we wish to talk to Nightwing. Reisling, and other nobles, a powerful Incubus is to enter. Do not underestimate him. I would urge that you leave."

"Leave? Because Breveros lost to him?" Reisling laughed.

"I don't think he is that strong. Tell me, Breveros. How was it that he won? Was it because... you had bad luck?!" Reisling accused.

"...You overstep, Reisling!" Tempest shouted angrily.

"I will admit that I overstepped and will gladly kowtow to your son, Royal Father. But only if Breveros tells me, he was defeated in sheer power and skill and not because of his bad luck!"

"I lost because Nightwing is cunning! He-"

"As if I'd believe you, Breveros! Send one of your companions! One of the Eldrich or Eldrich servants that fought with you against Nightwing!"

"Is this necessary? I understand my bad luck, but should people not take my words seriously?! I am still a-"

"A plague and curse upon the Eldrich. Send someone who fought! Bring in Eldrich Urrobor!" Reisling commanded.

She planted several vines around Breveros and knew how the battle went.

"Reisling! You-"

"Is it too much to ask, Royal Father? My King? Is Urrobor not sufficient? Then ask anyone. Anyone who can confirm his statement!"

"...Fine. Breveros, just do as she said and send in Eldrich Urrobor or Gannite."

"Eldrich Noble Verentor Enupnion. I would trouble you to perform ranged hypnosis." Eldirch Reisling asked another noble.

"What?!" Breveros shouted.

"Why? Is there a problem? I want to find the truth of your defeat. Is it such a scary thing to have your Eldrich officers be hypnotized?"

"Just do as she said..." Tempest sighed.

Breveros was quiet and held his message talisman to call forth the Eldrich outside.

Once the communication tower was fixed, they all left as it was a discussion among the leaders.

Two Eldirch appeared and bowed as they stood in the communication platform.

"Urrobor. Gannite. Tell us something. How did the battle against Nightwing proceed? How did you lose?" Bolerax asked ahead. He glared at Reisling and Verentor Enupnion before they could speak.

"...My king?" Urrobor was confused.

"...We did not fight Master Nightwing, my king," Gannite answered.

"What?!" Many shouted in surprise.

"You... didn't?"

"No. We were sent to fight the foes of the Black Bog Kingdom."

"...Tell me the full details of the battle." Bolerax frowned. When he contacted Beveros, he didn't know how he was defeated as Nightwing was already negotiating.

At that moment, Breveros felt like there was a large hole in the middle of his chest as his bad luck was revealed.

The Eldrich all began to clamor as they learned of the bad luck.

Many began to defend that based on the information presented. They would have done the same thing. Others laughed at the idiotic act of Breveros to surround himself with women against an Incubus.

The divided discussion continued until, finally, the enraged Bolerax called for one of the women to testify.

Breveros sighed and thought briefly before deciding to send a random fighter to his team.

As bad luck happened, the woman selected was a Tendril of Reisling.

Reisling resisted her laugh. But based on what she had seen, she knew the odds would favor her because Breveros was unlucky. The power of Destiny was calling for Breveros to drop from his position of power. There were close to ten, but Breveros selected the one in her control!

The woman stood before the platform and bowed. She was trembling in fear.

"Cardinal... Why are you afraid?"

"...The pressure of standing before the great nobles and the great king is too much for me." The woman answered.

"She lies. She's afraid of what Breveros will do to her if she reveals any truth. So we've called for the Eldirch assistants and now her. She probably understands what risks her life faces by being here." Reisling answered.

The woman trembled all the more.

"See?"

"...Breveros. You cannot kill her. It seems that this one will require hypnotism."

" Oh, never mind. This stupid curse is to be blamed!"

Breveros left the tower.

"I wonder if Nightwing is done. That explosion of lust has vanished. I guess it's good that he is being summoned to lead this army." Breveros consoled himself.

As he opened the door, he could see Nightwing flying towards him.

He had a strange glow around him and was panting.

"Are you done?" Breveros asked.

"...Yes. How was the call?"

"I was stripped of every rank I have."

"...What?! Why?!" Breveros shouted.

"I don't know. But an Eldrich Noble was celebrating on my exit. It sounded like they were pressuring my father to deal with this." Bolerax turned to the side.

"Eldrich Noble Verentor Enupnion. Hypnotize her to answer our question as accurately as possible."

"Yes, your grace." The Noble bowed, and the Eldrich stood and harnessed his power.

Lights and twirling energy began to appear. Despite the cultivation of being a Cardinal, and the rotation of the lights, the woman was falling into a trance state.

Enupnion had the blessings of Ypnos. And with it, he harnessed the powers of directing dreams.

The Cardinal quickly fell into a slumber.

But at that moment, Reisling used her path. The Tendril became her mouthpiece!

"Cardinal. Answer as honestly as possible." Bolerax took over the interrogation. His anger and rage towards Breveros's luck were already at their peak. He found out that the battle that Breveros lost was clearly out of luck! He could have fought and slain the Incubus but fell into a series of bad calls that led to him being ambushed.

"What can you say about Breveros, your prince."

"A very unlucky person who will doom us all." The Cardinal answered.

Breveros trembled and was shocked that this woman would even have such conclusions!

"We are done..." Bolerax answered.

"Breveros. Call Nightwing. We wish to speak to him."

Breveros quickly left as he was drained of all his life. He could feel his brother's anger and how his bad luck was now being focused on him.

Breveros emerged out of the Temple and saw Nightwing arriving.

"...More bad luck?" Nightwing frowned.

"...I'm being stripped of my authority. But it seems that you will be the leader of this army."

"You clearly don't see a trap. Destiny is behind this. He is forcing my hand. I used to have the advantage. Because with you as my hostage, I had leverage over them. Now with you being seen as a liability, I am forced to keep this army intact. If I fail, I will be killed. If I succeed, I will immediately meet Eldrich. Destiny is tying its leash on me! As the saying goes, keep your friends close, your enemies closer." Nightwing sighed as he walked towards it.

"...I can give you the power of Allaso." Breveros decided.

"...Let's hope it's enough." Nightwing moved inside.