Ascension of the Nephilim

The dragon continued to observe Martha. Martha kept trembling as she kept feeling great pain in her soul. This was also making her very irritable and sarcastic.

"This girl is really human. How is this possible?" He wondered.

"What are you?" The dragon asked.

"A soul! What else!?" Martha gave an irritable glance.

"Erm... Are you human? Your soul aura looks like one."

"Hu-Human? I... I think I am. But I don't remember." 

"This is why I said weird. You see, this form of your is not possible. You are an anomaly. If you are human, you shouldn't be able to see me. You must have taken in the blood of a high-class being that is descended to Fallen Kyriachos. But humans who have taken the blood or have mixed with any dark descended become Undead at most. But you're clearly not! Are you a vampire? Do you belong to a Coven?"

"A Coven? That's right! A Coven! I think I know what that is, but..."

"Hrm... Then again, I doubt you are a vampire. It would make our soul be undead. But yours is clearly alive. But your memory, though... That's another anomaly. You're already starting to remember! That shouldn't be possible unless... Are you a Fallen? Not even Vampire Ancestors could resist the Darkness that Separates! Maybe your soul is a reincarnated Fallen? I heard it's possible."

"What is this Darkness that Separates that you keep talking about? What is this place? I feel that if you tell me more, it will help me know who I am."

"You're right! Alright. Let me start from the beginning. Maybe telling you the history of this place will allow you to remember how and what you got yourself into. Legend has it that when Fallen Kyriachos created the Darkness that Separates, it gave birth to all forms of darkness, even the space that separates worlds and planets."

"Who?"

"Let me just continue. You might already know the answer to that since you probably killed or ate something with a Kyriachos bloodline. So the Darkness that Separates was born. But when all creation was separated, the Darkness that Separates created another world of its own as it found no way to separate itself from creation truly. At first, the gods called it Shadow Realm, but one weird Ancient God would suddenly pop up whenever someone said 'Shadow Realm' and challenge them to a Duel with card games. Or as I heard him say it, 'it's time to Du-Du-Du-Du-Du-Du-Du-Du-Duel.'"

"What?"

"A-Anyway. That's not important. We call that reverse world the Separated Realm. This place we are in is a small version of that. My family of Dragons made our home in a mountain on the place your body is at. It was a secret, but somehow the gods found out about us and sent one of the strong Greater Gods to kill us all in a terrifying attack. I won't go into the details, but we were betrayed by the guys we thought were helping us. We aided the Fallens because they promised to support us Heretic cultivators, but the truth was, they wanted to eat us."

"Eat you?"

"Yeah. It's a Fallen thing. They used one of the only powerful Gods that could damage us, and when that sword god made his attack, the Fallen ambushed us. We killed a lot of them, and I was so mad that I ate one of the strongest Devils. Little did I know he was a son from a Fallen bearing the Kyriachos name. His death and along with the rest who bear the Kyriachos blood, created a reverse world here. And my soul was sent here. I probably was in here by a million or so years until I finally had consciousness once again. I cultivated for a millennia to finally remember everything. When you fell into the Dark Maddening, the blood of Kyriachos resonated and separated your soul. Does this sound familiar?"

"No. I don't understand anything you said!"

The dragon scratched his head again.

"Hmmm... Humans don't fall into the Abyss. And you can't regain your memories at such a fast pace. This place would have eaten you up unless you are a being of darkness. But you are human!" The dragon pondered.

"What if I am a mixed-race?"

"Impossible. I would have sensed it. Erm... This might be rude, and we've only met. But can I... touch you?"

"I've lost my memories and the basic being of who or what I am, but I know what you said sounded creepy and perverted."

"Right... I-I'm sorry. What I meant was, can I feel your soul? So I can understand what you are."

Martha gave the dragon a strange look.

"Still sounds creepy."

"Honestly... It is. But I can help you if you let me."

"Alright. Do what you must. But keep your hands to yourself. I think a part of me is screaming that I have to reserve my body and soul for that someone." 

"Oh... Your married!"

"Probably. I don't remember. Just do what you must."

"Alright. Stay still." the dragon reached out and placed his large claw-like hand on top of Martha's head.

"She's a vampire?! But how?! Her soul isn't undead!" The dragon exclaimed.

"I'm a Vampire? So is that why the word Coven seems familiar..."

"But you're not Undead! This is weird! Let me take a closer look. You seemed to have a strange resistance to the Darkness so let me use my powers to try to resonate and increase the darkness in your blood so I can see more things about your soul."

"Will this hurt?"

"Well... Normally, it would make your separated state worse... But you seem to have great resistance to it. Try to keep yourself focused. Think of something that will connect you to your body. Anything... erm... your passionate about. You said that you are married? Can you think of his name?"

"No... I think it's not even a guy."

"Oh! It's a her! Interesting..."

"What's with that look, dragon?"

"Erm... No-nothing. Alright. Concentrate on that passionate feeling. Try to remember a name."

"..." Martha had a very bizarre expression.

"What's wrong?"

"I keep thinking of the phrase... My ass."

"...What?" The dragon was confused.

"I don't know. But the phrase is definitely my ass."

"You're weird." The dragon repeated the adjective he assigned to Martha again.

"...Yeah. You're probably right." Martha had no counter.

"Alright... I guess you'll be thinking of your ass while I do this."

"Wait! That was wrong! It's not your ass. It has to be my ass!"

"Since when did I say anything about MY ass!? We've been talking about yours!"

"No! I meant, it's... It's Myas! A name! The girl's name! It's Myas!"

"OHHHHH! Myas! Ok good. That would have been too weird for me, and I'm a dragon who devoured my father." The dragon chuckled.

"I think she's my sister!"

"Oh... So you are not a lesbian! Bummer."

"Can we just... I'm just... I just want to..."

"I know. I know. This has been one heck of a conversation. Let's start. Keep thinking of your ass. I mean my ass... I mean... Whatever. Let's start."

The dragon released the dark powers within him to draw out the power of Martha.