Ascension of the Nephilim

Kyros had met Calaminus, Hyperion, and now the Lord of the Fallen, Kyriachos. 

Calaminus was the oddest of them all. But that was his special power as a Time God. Then Hyperion was extremely poor in making estimates for an Ancient God. He gave Kyros a little too much power, and that nearly killed Kyros.

And now, here was the strange Fallen making feint grasping motions in front of him. The attempt to force Kyros to use whatever trump card was laughable. But then, Kyros noticed that this gigantic being was also chained and sealed.

"So this Fallen is vastly weakened. Is this why I have so many seals? Was it really them their sealing?" Kyros frowned.

"Hmm... Is this guy in me? Or have I been brought someplace else as it happened with Hyperion?" Kyros ignored the Fallen and turned his attention to his surrounding.

The Lord of Darkness noticed Kyros's actions and cursed.

"Hmp! I get it! Your bluffing! What powers do you have that can challenge mine? You don't have anything, do you?"

Kyros ignored Kyriachos and observed the space.

"No. This is not in me. It's like that vision with Hyperion. I was brought away. Too bad Calaminus is not here. He should be able to figure this place out." Kyros sighed.

"Hy-Hyperion? You met him? Isn't he dead?"

"That's what he said. He said that only gods or fallen would understand his state, and we who are not gods couldn't. Even Calaminus. He said some rather strange things before bestowing to me the First Blessing of his Code."

Kyriachos looked at him with great horror.

"Wait! I mentioned his name earlier! That's it! You're bluffing!"

"He looked like a Sword on a throne with several wings."

"... No, he isn't."

"Yes, he is. He has sixteen wings, if I'm not mistaken."

"..."

"Can you stop trying to kill me now? It won't end well for you."

"But that doesn't mean anything. It's impossible to understand his power."

"His power is what gave birth to Force energy, if I'm not mistaken. When I held the sword, I grasped the meaning of what cutting is. You mentioned something about Hyperion being there to sever the world. I think I get it. He was the one that divided all of creation. He separated one and made many. But he could not have done that without force. So he created Force energy to perform cut."

"Mo-monster!" Kyriachos's expression was turning uglier and uglier.

"But- but so what? That little power you have can't cut me! So what if you grasped Hyperion's Code?"

"My full name begins with Kyros Soter. You bragged about your darkness. But I know that Cardinals and Saintess in the mortal world would assume the last name of Soter if they reach purity in light. So I'm assuming that Soter is the Ancient God of Light, right? You were the darkness that filled the void, but Soter was practically your weakness. You talked about how strong darkness is, but didn't it all fled away when the light came to existence?"

"...No it didn't!"

"Yes, it did. Even in the Planes World where I'm from, the Nether world hides from the light!" Kyros argued.

"... No, it's not."

"Why do I feel like I'm talking to a five-year-old?" Kyros complained.

"Shut up! If you truly have Soter's powers, then why are you so unchanged? I don't sense even a bit of holiness around you!"

"That's because I haven't awakened Soter's powers yet."

"You haven't?"

"No."

"So you don't have the power of light?"

"No."

"..." Kyriachos looked at Kyros for a second.

"You're not lying?"

"Can't you tell?"

Kyriachos decided and made a grabbing motion towards Kyros.

The massive hands covered the speck, which is Kyros.

"And you had me all worried."

"Idiot." Kyros waited for Kyriachos's hands to touch him.

And when it was about too...

"Skotos Eis Phos." Kyros muttered.

A flashing light exploded out, and Kyriachos screamed in great pain. His entire body became light, and he suffered so much in that microsecond and pulled his hand back as fast as he could.

"Im-impossible! Not even The First UnDivine has done it! How can you have it?!"

"First UnDivine? Is that Vasilius, or is that Tyrannos?" Kyros asked as the bright light around him vanished.

"How did you know those names?!" Kyriachos trembled.

"It's in my full name."

"Soter, Vasilius, Tyrannos, and Steel?! You have all of those in your name?"

"Yes." Kyros pondered. While he didn't exactly have Steel, he was Fated with Steele. It was only then that Kyros realized that there was something strange going on and that this arrangement was greater than he assumed.

"Four Codes?! You have Two Divinities and Two Corruption?!"

"Corruption? Is that what they call it for Fallen? Well, technically, I have Soter, Vasilius, Tyrannos, Calaminus's Divinity, Hyperion's, and yours."

"What?! You have my name?"

"Didn't you know? I mean, aren't you sort of sealed in me? This isn't a vision like the one I had with Hyperion, is it?"

"You don't smell like my son! I can only sense the Fanged Fallen and the Charmed Fallen in you!"

"I have Kyriachos. What can I say?"

"Damn it! Damn it! Your parents! This is all their fault! They didn't just seal me in you, but they managed to make my Code yours! How dare they?! No wonder creation broke that day you were born!"

"So it was me?" Kyros recalled the tale that Calaminus told about the ancient era where three Nephilims were born.

"What about my brothers or sisters? What happened to them?"

"Brothers and sisters? If you have siblings, I would have raged against your father and mother to death! There was only you!"

"Hrm? Then why did Calaminus said that there were three Nephilims?"

Kyriachos was startled. He realized that Calaminus was not a god anymore.

Kyros noticed Kyriachos's expression.

"Are you going to tell me?"

"No..."

"Look. I'm kind of busy. I know in the real world that Blood Calamity is trying to kill me. I fell into a Dark Maddening because I drank her blood. I'm guessing that doing so allowed me to commune with Darkness and triggered your sealed power in me. Like Hyperion, you pulled me in here, but this is probably within my own soul considering you mentioned that you could somehow surplan or replace my soul. But honestly, you can't. I have several Divinities in my Soul. So instead of that, why not help me out? With my Divinities, it would be possible for me to find you and even free you!" Kyros explained.

Kyriachos was silent.

"... Fine."

"You'll help me?" Kyros was surprised.

"I can't really do anything much, can I? It seems that going against you is stupid." Kyriachos sighed. He sat down in a much more comfortable position as he gazed back at Kyros. His entire body was still in pain from transforming into light.

"Divinity of Myterion. So that's what those gods were cooking. To think I was one ingredient!" Kyriachos cursed.

"This is great!" Kyros ignored kyriachos's depression.

"Hyperion chased me off the moment he bestowed his First Blessing on me. But since Time seems to stop here I have a few questions that I want to know."

"Fine. Shoot your questions."

"Alright. Let's start with the birth of the Nephilims. Calaminus said that three Nephilims were born. Where are the rest?"