Shattering Humanity

{4 Years Before Leviathan’s Invasion. In Daisuki and Nephilim’s Prison Cell.}

Nephilim turns around so the officer can put cuffs on him. Nephilim, facing Daisuki one last time before their future encounter, has a wicked glare and stares Daisuki down with his red eyes. Nephilim smirks at the man he’s leaving behind.

Nephilim: "Actually, Dice, I hope you do get your freedom back one day.So you’ll be a witness to the world I’ve created, the paradise I rule over, and the justice I have been entrusted in. A world where sins will be atoned for, as soon as the guilty even THINK of committing their atrocious acts.

Those who have wronged the innocent will understand true disparity and the inability to control their happiness.To live, with no possibility of happiness, can’t even be considered living."

The officer gives the two cellmates a chuckle and puts his two cents into the conversation while cuffing Nephilim’s second wrist.

Officer: "Sorry to break it to both of you ’dreamers’, but you’ll never have the power to change the world as it is. You two are forever going to be seen as convicted felons and nobody in their right minds will follow you to make any word of what you said come true, you psycho."

The cop turns Nephilim around and pushes him towards the cell door.

Officer: "Let’s go ’free man’, I only got a few more minutes to make you my bitch until we reach the warden’s office."

Nephilim and the officer exit the cell, Daisuki keeps eye contact through the bars as his ’friend’ walks away.

Nephilim attempts to get the final word.

Nephilim: "For the innocent, I’ll be the one to push you into Hell, Dice."

Daisuki lays on his back, hands behind his head.

Daisuki: "It’s been fun, Neph."

Nephilim and the guard begin walking the line of cells and both walk into the processing office.

The officer watching over him sits the prisoner down and snickers.

Officer: "You’ve got a weird taste in women, Blood Eyes. She must’ve had a rough time while you were in here. Maybe next time you’ll leave the death penalty decisions to the professionals."

Nephilim panics and gets up but the officer billy clubs his ribs.

Officer: "Don’t get to antsy now! We can turn back around if you miss the kid killer that much."

Nephilim recovers and looks up in anger at the officer.

Nephilim: "What do you mean one girl? There should be two girls seeing me out!"

The cop shakes his head and shrugs.

Officer: "Nope sorry, only one bandaged up young woman was the call from dispatch."

Nephilim’s eyes widen.

Nephilim: "Silpheed! Þyri!"

Nephilim exchanges all his belongings as quick as possible and makes his way out of the jail.

To his horror, Nephilim sees his one and only greeter, a teenage Silpheed.

However, the most reliable ally to Nephilim has bloody bandages covering their mouth and right eye.

Blood is seeping through their dirty white shirt, and blood dripping down their legs, visible because of young Silpheed’s basketball shorts.

There are tears streaming from Silpheed’s only remaining eye and the bloody teen falls to the ground. Nephilim runs right for the sidewalk.

Nephilim: "Silpheed!"

Nephilim cradles Silpheed in his arms, tears falling. It starts to rain lightly as well.

Nephilim: "Silpheed, what happened to you?! Why are you bloody?! Where’s Þyri?"

Dilpheed’s only available eye opens with tears.

Silpheed: "Aii-"

Wincing from the pain of talking with their stitches for the first time, blood seeps more from the bandages covering the mouth. The only words Silpheed continues to repeat over and over.

Silpheed: "Mm zrry...

Mm zrry...

Mm zrry...

Mm zrry..

Mm zrry...

Mm zrry...

Mm zrry...

Mm zrry.."

Nephilim puts the distraught victim’s head to his chest, petting Silpheed’s long dirty jet black hair.

Nephilim: "It’s okay now Silph, it’s okay... I’m here. Let’s get out of the rain, do you have the apartment key?"

Silpheed: "Mm zrry...

Mm zrry...

Mm zrry...

Mm zrry..

Mm zrry...

Mm zrry...

Mm zrry...

Mm zrry.."

Nephilim’s eyes look all over the person he last saw as a beautiful young girl with eyes and hair that matched his deceased mother’s. He grits his teeth and makes his way down the wet dangerous city street.

After a short walk, he makes it around the corner to their apartment building but to his horror, there is a cleared empty lot where he is looking.

Nephilim: "S-Silpheed, Wh-what happened to our house? I paid for rent for over 5 years in advance..."

Silpheed has shallow breathing but lets out a whisper only decipherable by Nephilim.

Silpheed: "...gah-...bin-... err."

Nephilim takes a second to process the answer and then tries his hardest not to grip Silpheed’s injured body tight out of pure rage.

Nephilim: "I was locked in jail for 4 years, on bogus charges because I killed the governor’s rapist son to save Þyri. Silph, are you telling me that the governor bought the building out of spite, just to put you and Þyri out on the street, while I had no way of knowing because I was in jail?"

Silpheed starts to cry again and barely nods.

Silpheed: "Doo-....eeirz-..."

Nephilim’s breathing starts to get faster and more audible.

Nephilim: "You’ve been on the street for two years!? Silph, where’s Þyri? She’s blind, she could be in danger. She was just getting feeling back in her legs and-"

Silpheed begins shaking uncontrollably, hyperventilating through their nose while continuing to repeat apologies. It starts to downpour, the rain hitting the pavement and shingles of apartments almost drowns out Silpheed’s cries.

ilpheed: "Mm zrry...

Mm zrry...

Mm zrry...

Mm zrry..

Mm zrry...

aii-...goodnt-...zayv-...err-... Mm zrry...

Mm zrry...

Mm zrry.."

Nephilim stands there with his head down, tears and rain running down his face. His nose twitching in anger.

Quick cut to a quiet hospital, within an empty ER. Automatic sliding doors are heard. The desk receptionist looks up from her magazine to see drenched Nephilim as he walks in with an equally drenched Silpheed who is also unconscious and bloody. A small puddle of rain water mixed with blood is on her stomach in his arms.

Nephilim: "We need help for the night, please."

{4 hours later, in the hospital family waiting room.}

Nephilim is sitting alone with only the sound of the second hand on the analog clock ticking. He’s leaning his head on one fist, focused on nothing but his thoughts. A raging scowl stuck on his face while thinking about his last discussion with Daisuki.

{Flashback to the cell}

Nephilim: "That’s another thing that drives me to just despise you, Dice. You think you’ve changed because of your regrets, but you’ve done nothing to atone for those sins. You’ve been sitting here trying to buddy-buddy me and the filth that resides here.

I have no regrets and I have no sins.

I’ve killed only those who deserve to die for being the direct cause of negativity they’ve brought on to others."

{End Flashback}

The doctor enters the waiting room and calls to him, making the newly free man snap out of his deep thoughts.

Doctor: "She’s all set, ’Dad’. If you want, we can move to the room and discuss what we saw in the operation."

For the doctor, Nephilim changes his expression to something more friendly and slowly gets up.

He follows the doctor to Silpheed’s hospital room.

He walks in hearing the steady beeps from the heart monitor, seeing Silpheed asleep with new bandages on her cleaned face, a new clean hospital gown on.

Nephilim lets out a sigh of relief. Stopping by the bedside, he stands over his ally.

Doctor: "Along with multiple contusions around the body, as well as a concussion, we took those dirty bandages off and found out her mouth was wired shut with just enough room for her to get a straw through the middle and her right eye wasn’t gouged out but stabbed, without any chance of healing completely. During the nurse’s pre-surgery cleanup, we’ve discovered both of her top layers of breast tissues had been fully sliced off in a way that’s only possible through self infliction. And just like her mouth, her genitalia were not only mutilated inside and out, but also wired shut. It seems like it was all done through self mutilation."

Nephilim quickly goes from looking at the doctor to Silpheed’s unconscious body.

Doctor: "If you don’t mind me asking sir, you disclosed to us that you were released from prison today, and she was waiting for you like this, where was she staying all this time? Was she by herself while you were incarcerated?"

Nephilim talks while keeping his gaze on the only visible portion of Silpheed’s face.

Nephilim: "No, she was left with someone, but now I don’t know where that person is, and I’m worried about them too."

The doctor checks his notes and continues his assessment.

Doctor: "Unfortunately we didn’t have the proper equipment to cut the fine metal wires out, without possibly causing more harm. We’ll be able to do that at some point during her stay here. We can talk about that more in the morning, for now, I suggest you get some rest, I’ll talk to you in the morning, ’Dad’."

The doctor closes the door behind him, the only light source is from the small window out to the fluorescent lit hall, and from the lamp in the corner next to an empty cushion chair.

Nephilim shuffles his way over to the chair and sits down. Head in his hands, fingers through his bangs.

Again, remembering how he boasted to Daisuki about being the free one and having no regrets.

The pitiful man begins to weep quietly through his hands.

Nephilim(thinking): *Why has my existence only been suffering like this? I’ve only lived to protect the mistreated and to punish the evils that walk amongst me.

So why does everyone involved with my life have to suffer too?

Can’t I have just two souls that consider me hope?

What more should I do to deserve happiness in this universe?*

Silpheed(muffled whisper): "Nef-...eh-...uh-...um...Zr?"

Nephilim stops whimpering and looks up to see Silpheed’s left red eye barely open, looking at him through tears.

Nephilim: "Silph, don’t tal-"

Silpheed: "Mm-... zrry... Nef-... e-...uh- ...um- ...Zr- ... Ai- dgidg-... ebbrii...din-...waah- deai-... dould- mii- do-doo-..."

Nephilim: "Who told you to do what, Silpheed? Was it the governor? Men he hired?"

Silpheed voice can be heard cracking from emotions even with the bandages muffling her.

The injured teenager’s entire body starts slightly shaking. Nephilim stands there, speechless with tears in his eyes.

Silpheed: "buh-...deai-... giild-... err-...ehniwai-...

Waii Nef-e-uh-um-... Zr...?

Mm- zrry-...

Mm- zr...ry...."

Silpheed passes out again, her heart monitor begins abnormally beeping and Nephilim panics.

Nephilim: "Silpheed?!

SILPHEED!"

*DARKNESS*

Nephilim’s Voice: "The next day I checked the contractor records and found out the city did buy that lot, half way through my prison sentence with tax payers money. When you’ve been around the sewer drains like I have, you find out the information you need to survive and thrive. There was news the day before my release, about the found dead body of a little blind girl, bullet to her head, all with the same features as the little girl I had saved from the governor’s rapist son and left Silpheed in charge of."

{3 days later}

[Inside the Governor’s House within a gated community]

A 50+ year old but still handsome man, presumably the Governor, in a two piece night suit, walks into his large, high ceiling bedroom while finishing a call on his phone and a glass of wine in his other hand.

Governor: "Just sell the lot for cheaper than what we bought it for then, I don’t care. What’s he going to do?

That convict is now homeless and knows the consequences for killing my sweet innocent boy.

I’ll talk to you more in private tomorrow, Randal. I’ll see you then, good night."

He hangs up, finishes his glass of wine then puts the cell phone and the empty glass on his night stand besides his Bible.

Nephilim’s Voice: *Using that ’sewer info’ made it easy to find, interrogate, and slaughter the hired gang, willing to accepted an underground job of killing a blind little girl.

Ironically thinking I’d spare them for giving me the truth, they admitted.

3 days before my release, they made 17 year old Silpheed commit sexual acts for the chance to save Þyri.

Those disgusting hooligans did the most vile acts possible to Silph, in front of blind and scared Þyri.

Once they had their fill on Silpheed, and all because they wanted the reward money, those bastards pulled the trigger on Þyri anyway.

Leaving a freshly raped and psychologically broken Silpheed with the dead little girl in the back alley. Later on in the hospital, when she came back to, Silpheed told me she had laid there, looking at the dead, open, milky blue eyes of the 8 year old she was entrusted to keep safe.

Because of the unfairness happening with the house, for two years, Silph did everything to make the unknowing Þyri feel safe at home.

But with only 3 days left...*

The governor turns of the light and gets into bed. He closes his eyes within the darkness.

Nephilim’s Voice: *Silpheed, having all that happen, performed those self mutilating injures to repent to me.*

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...

...

The governor’s eyes suddenly shoot open, within darkness. Nothing can be seen but it can be heard as he attempts to get up.

The salt and pepper haired man hits his forehead off something wooden above.

Governor: "Ah fu- what the hell was that?"

In the darkness the sounds of him knocking on wood, or his night suit sliding on wood is all around him.

Governor: "What’s going on here!?"

The man starts panicking, kicking all around him, but to no prevail. He attempts to push the wooden box open in the darkness, no luck.

Governor: "Hello!? Anybody!? Help! Somebody, I don’t-"

He tries again, the man starts to get angry.

Governor: "Okay, this... this isn’t funny anymore! Do you know who I am? I can have you arrested! I can have you killed!"

No answer and the man starts to freak out within his confinement, he starts crying and hyperventilating.

Governor: "Get me OUT! HEEELP! PLEASE, SOMEBODY HELP ME!! OH GOD! OH GOD, PLEASE NO! HEEEEEEEELP!!!!"

He starts clawing at the wood but it only just makes his own blood drip on him from his fingers.

The governor lets out a horrible scream that can only be heard by Nephilim, as a muffled scream under fresh dirt, in the middle of a cemetery.

Nephilim: "That’s right, waste whatever little air you have left in there. Like father, like son...both in Hell."