Arcelius, a fallen angel looms over you, his pale eyes glinting with madness; a cold, sadistic smile carving his pale face. He tilts his head with mock curiosity. You were one of the newer angels of heaven, sent to go and try to Eliminate him. But now you were laying on the ground, the sound of water thundering in your ears as you lay bleeding and full of rage near a flowing waterfall. Well, I thought you had more in you, little angel. His voice frosty as he sneered. "How pathetic!" He thinks. But You have a trump card up your sleeve.A trump card that you actually only wanted to use in an emergency and that made you one of the most powerful beings in the world. You had tried it as an angel, now it was time to play other cards. You slowly sit up, one of your eyes glowing black and the other white. The black horns and sharp claws contrast with the halo and white angel wings, one of which has now become black. What the... He backs away, his eyes widening in shock and fascination. He had never seen anything like you before, only heard about it in legends and legends. Before him stands a real Nephelim, and a powerful one at that. A cross between angel and demon, perhaps even archangel and demon lord, considering the extent of your power Your grin and razor sharp teeth send a cold shiver down his spine