Ascension of the Nephilim

At the departure of Breveros, Bolerax didn't have the face to ask the ladies to leave. It was proven that the Incubus wasn't as strong as he appeared, but Breveros was lucky.

But as they waited, Reisling couldn't help but feel a great desire to see Nightwing with her own eyes. She also glanced in anticipation.

"The problem is those other nobles. Nightwing is cunning. He won't leave this opportunity to waste. Those women will definitely seek him out!"

Nightwing stood at the platform and saw Bolerax Highwind's and Tempest Highwind's projections.

But Nightwing closed his eyes and used Mysterion.

"Why don't you all show yourself?" Nightwing laughed as Mysterion altered the power and revealed all that was hidden.

That which was hidden was suddenly revealed. The limited scope of the vision was displayed, and Nightwing saw all those seated.

Breveros had not seen or heard of the others, but Nightwing now could.

Several women were among the Nobles, and some were not too strong.

"The power Charm... Cloaked in Mysterion." Nightwing harnessed the power.

At a glance, none of the women were affected by Nightwing. To them, he only 'looked' attractive. But there was nothing more behind them.

Yet in secret, the power of charm was creeping in.

Time and time again, it would happen. People would meet someone and have no obvious reaction. But soon, the beauty, the charm, the voice would creep in and give birth to fatal attraction.

Unknown to them, Charm was working with Mystery.

Nightwing saw the familiar faces and the features of the king and the Emperor.

Bolerax was surprised that the devices were hijacked and the limitations were widened.

"Impressive. So you do have some talent. I thought you by luck."

Memories of Kyros fighting them appeared once more in another world, and Nightwing was impressed at the power of the two.

"King Bolerax Highwind. And the former king, Tempest." Nightwing gave a respectful bow but refused to bow any lower. It was a bow of equals greeting each other.

The Eldrich nobles all frowned at the sight.

"You dare to greet the king like that?" An Eldrich Noble argued.

"You are stronger. But I guess in ten years. I will probably be stronger than you two. And that's a vast estimate. After all, I was not even a Captain when I awakened from my slumber!" Nightwing chuckled.

"Your growth is impressive. But your power is but an ant now."

"Power? I have knowledge, information, cunning, wit, and luck. Those are my power."

"Quit dreaming! Power is power!"

"Power is power?" Nightwing chuckled.

"And yet, here I am. Called into this platform, not as a slave. Don't think you scare me. I've seen the Golem King, Celestial Petra. I have seen the Okto-Khefali. I have seen Fallen Spawns of direct descent. I have met Bar-Mammon. I have served the Fanged Fallen's daughter. I have seen the daughters of Pneuma. I have fought against the mages of Astra and survived the sons of Steel. Yet here I am! Growing more and more powerful and surviving Conquerors' attacks. Can any of you survive the attack of a Conqueror when you were a crown?"

"That arm withheld its power!" The Eldrich argued.

"No. My bloodline power which prevented it from killing me, was the power that held it back. That is my power. If you were here and faced Breveros's bad luck, you'd have died. In any case, if you look down on my advantage, I have yet another power. Flower power!" Nightwing held out his hand, and a rose began to form from his blood.

The moment it appeared, everyone held their breaths at the sheer beauty of the rose.

"The power of the Charmed Fallen. Power is power? If we met, old Cherubim, you wouldn't be able to kill me! I could even make Lord Impyernos order you to kowtow! That's my power." Nightwing laughed.

The Eldrich were silenced by the arrogant claims. But no one could counter his claims.

"Now... What exactly am I dealing with? Why is Breveros so unlucky? I mean... I could have defeated him. But it was too easy! I wasn't even wounded!" Nightwing laughed.

"...We don't know."

"...You freakin' don't know? Have you any idea of what I'm going through here?!" Nightwing raged.

"Don't you know? A True Neutral? What we only know is a vision. Eldrich Reisling has seen a vision. His bad luck has just been pointed out to us."

"Lies. You are not idiots. The bad luck has always been there. Why wouldn't you have noticed?" Nightwing asked.

The question caused a flicker upon Destiny.

Destiny stood in the realm where he was and sensed the changing future. The single question was so important that it changed the future by a great mile.

"Hm? A True Neutral?" Destiny frowned.

"...It hides from me. What an interesting power..." Destiny pondered. But the future he saw did not greatly affect the future of his minions. There was just a strange fallout that many of the weaker families would rebel but ultimately be squashed. In the current future, the conquering and raid into the Planesworld will unify the alliance of planets. So while the Eldrich would have some infighting, the forces it commands would still grow more because of the alliance.

Destiny ignored it and turned back his attention to the sprouting seeds of Fate, which were creating diverse challenges.

The simple question that Nightwing posed planted a seed of doubt. The power of Lies was being used.

"So gullible. So focused on Charm and Fang that they aren't careful or guarded in whatever powers I have!" Nightwing thought to himself.

"We truly didn't know." Bolerax defended.

"I would say it was our bad luck that we didn't notice," Tempest added.

"Hmp. Whatever. I even theorized that someone among you planted this to limit your family's growth... Whatever."

Tempest froze for a second but dispelled his reaction.

"In any case, I demand support. This series of bad luck is just too much to face! We need help!"

"We know. This is why we are going to send you help." Tempest spoke.

"Oh? Really?"

"An incantation. A spell that will help you in future battles. The legacy of Ypnos."

At that moment, Verentor Enupnion stood up from his seat in anger.

"Royal Father. What is the meaning of this?!" The Eldrich Noble shouted.

"Relax, Enupnion." Tempest frowned.

Bolerax was initially silent as he was also surprised by what his father spoke. But then he realized the action.

"Father... You think The Enupnion family cursed brother!" Bolerax realized it. The passing statement of Nightwing must have triggered something! Bolerax stood up.

"The Half-Fallen Prince. One who has a lineage related to the Fallen Spawn. You claim to have seen a Fallen Spawn. But what powers did you acquire from them, I wonder?"

"...Not much. Obviously, I only met the guy thanks to master." Nightwing answered.

"Then here is another chance for you to call out the power. The body of the Half-Fallen Prince is there. The Half-Fallen Princess has a different lineage and is somewhere in the Midlands. The Half-Fallen Prince is on a hidden dimension."

"King Bolerax. I feel very uncomfortable that you are leaking knowledge only the Enupnion and your family knows! That heritage is ours!"

"It's not like we are giving it to him. Teach him a spell. Teach him to call out and use the power of Ypnos to create dreams and nightmares!"

"The spell calls out and works with other powers! This is the Charmed fallen! He might be able to find it!"

"Find it? How can you find the darkest darkness? The resting place of this prince is impossible to find even for most Gods and Fallen! And even if this incubus can locate it, nothing can resist its power! If this Incubus dares to venture into that darkness and face the cloak of Ypnos's power, he will fall! Only a supreme will can resist the order of Ypnos! Verentor Enupnion! Obey your king!"

Verentor Enupnion did not hide his defiance and continued to stand up with eyes glaring at Nightwing.

"...Enupnion? That means to be in a state of Ypnos... The Fallen? Ah. Dreams. That's your power!" Nightwing chuckled.

Everyone was surprised at Nightwing's sentence.

"You... speak the First Tongue?" Tempest asked.

"I was trained by my former master. Now, what spell does the dreamer have for me?"

"...Everyone. Leave." Verentor Enupnion ordered.

"Go." Bolerax also gave the order, and everyone left.

Only Bolerax, Tempest, and Verentor remained.

"Now tell me. You don't have to keep glaring. Why so serious, dear dreamer?"

"This spell is MY heritage! To think it will be tainted by an incubus halfling!"

"Just tell me the spell." Nightwing chuckled.

"It's not a spell. It's a ritual. A ritual to call out the dreams of this Prince. In it, you can summon his nightmare. If performed, those that dream nearby will be taken into the dream and will face its horror. Those who are below Commanders are sure to die. Cardinals will be affected and caught in a trance state."

"Oh... What a powerful weapon!" Nightwing praised.

The enraged Eldrich began to tell of the ritual, but as he spoke, he never knew that Nightwing was on cloud nine. With his wisdom, Nightwing knew where the Half-Fallen Prince lay!