Daniel's Dangerous Dynasty

Sometimes the answer to victory lies in history.

For one individual, however, they decide to tempt fate.

A man stepped inside a Convenience Store carrying a gun. He points it at the man about to buy something, and shouts, "YOU'RE GETTING MUGGED, KID!"

The man quickly turned around and smiled back at the robber, before pointing both of his fingers towards said robber and replying, "No... YOU'RE getting mugged... of all the good looks, my friend!" He winked at the robber, then, while the robber just stared at him blankly.

Then the robber lowered his gun and groaned. "Man, I can't work with that!" he whined, before turning around and leaving the store, while Caim's voice broke Daniel from his concentration.

"Master, I do not understand. How come the man with the weapon did not proceed with his attempt at his assailant's life, if he were intending on attacking him?"

Daniel sighed, before turning away from the TV, and towards the confused angel who was just standing there near the couch, staring at the screen in utmost fascination.

"Death, please answer this one for me." Daniel said, looking to his friend who was sitting on the couch beside him on the opposite end.

Death deadpanned, then sighed. Motioning towards the screen, he replied, "Because, Caim, that's what makes this a Comedy..."

"I see..." Caim said, rubbing his chin. Then he looked at him in confusion. "But when Jeremy told the other man to spill the beans, and the other man did as requested, your explanation for the strange laughter in the background was the exact same, though!"

Had Death his eyes, still, then he would've gladly rolled them at that point. "Yes... because again, that's... what... makes... this... a... Comedy!"

"Hmm... I... still do not understand the concept of this 'Comedy' you speak of."

Death groaned, before turning to Daniel and throwing his arms up. "Fuck it, man. I tried!"

Daniel was about to explain in his own words, when his phone started to ring. The commotion of the TV and his company, however, was too loud for him to be able to speak peacefully, so when he saw his wife was calling, he looked between the two.

"Hey, guys, Mina's calling me now. I'll be outside for a bit." Daniel explained, to which Death made a pleading motion.

"No, man! Not alone with him! Pleeeeease!" Death begged.

Caim, however, saluted Daniel and replied, "As you wish, Master. I shall continue to try and understand this... 'Comedy' you and Sir Death are speaking of."

Daniel nodded his head before stepping outside. Before he answered it, however, he looked up at the entrance of his driveway, and saw a strange green van parked ahead.

It moved immediately after he looked at it, which only made him feel a bit more puzzled.

Then he dismissed it, thinking perhaps that it was just some car troubles, and answered his phone. "Hello? Oh, hey hon! No, I was just getting sonewhere where you can hear me better, that's all! So, how's the baby doing?"

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"Wait... you want my help in Court, today? How come?"

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"Oh, right! That Human-Demon Relations thing going on, now! Yeah... yeah, no, it's fine! I'll be right over as soon as possible! Although, uh... mind picking me up, so I can say hey to Dina?"

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"Yes... no, not now. Aww, c'mon, hon, I can't be there immediately! I... I haven't even showered, yet!"

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"Your shower? Why? ... You haven't showered yet? Oh... OH! Uh... y-yeah, I guess that's fine. No, I'll bring protection, so you won't get pregnant again. One child's plenty for us for right now.

As Daniel continued speaking on his phone, a pair of green glowing eyes observed him from behind the treeline. The tree he had his hand on was withering fast, and the grass below him was already long-dead.

He glared at the man, and grit his teeth. "I've got you now..." he muttered, as his hand started to raise... but then he lowered it after seeing the door open behind the human, to which Caim and Death appeared from.

Seeing Death made Famine's eyes widen. "Death?! No... no, that must be his birth-brother, Cain. Then, this situation is even worse than I thought..."

He crouched behind a bush upon seeing a Hell Portal in place of the door. Then, after witnessing the blade slice through it, he cursed upon seeing Mina step out of it.

"Of course he'd have that Nephilim protect him as well... wait..." he squinted his eyes and, upon noticing Dina, dropped his jaw.

"No... now there are two..."

His breathing intensified, before taking a picture on his phone. Then, he decided to leave the area before he gets caught.

Famine sat in his van and tapped on the screen.

"War? Just giving you and Calamity an update."

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"Not only is he heavily guarded by Caim... he's also under protection of Death's blood-brother! And that isn't the worst of it... there are now two Nephilim that threaten His Majesty. One is still an infant, though, but... it will only be a matter of time before it truly makes its mark."

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"Yes, it shall be done."

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"No, not yet. First, I have to pay a visit to an old friend."

He hung up the phone, then looked at the picture he took.

His eyes were now fixed on the baby in Mina's arms.

"There's still hope, at least. We'll just have to nip the bud, before it flourishes into a major threat. All it'll take is finding the source of power, and exploiting its weakness."

He growled, then, as another thought bugged him.

"But even if I did have the proper tool for the job, how will I be able to act, though? While the king is under heavy guard, there'll be no way I can get to the infant, without exposing myself..."

The van hummed a bit, getting his attention. He looked up, and noticed that he was now at his destination. With a smile, he put his phone away and sighed. "Thank you, my sweet. She may still be of use, after all."

The door opened, and he stepped outside, where he approached the Gas Mart.

The old lady from before sat on the stool, reading a book, when she heard the bell ring. Looking up, she weakly smiled at the skinny young man and nodded her head politely.

"Hello, dearie! Welcome to Gas Mart!"

Famine slid a pair of black gloves on and placed his hands on the counter. "Hey there, Pamela... I'm ready to cash in on that favor, now."

Pamela chuckled, before reaching her hand out. "I know, dearie. Just let me see the phone, and I'll explain it for you."

He nodded his head and slid his phone from his pocket.

She tapped on the screen and looked carefully at the picture of Dina.

"Hmm... she's two days old, now, as of the picture's date. And her powers have already come into fruition. But... hmm... interesting."

"What is it, woman?" Famine demanded.

She raised a hand up dismissively at him. "Oh, you wouldn't believe it if I told you."

"Try me."

She then placed the phone back in his hand. "Well, maybe if you were to show your Elders a little more respect."

He glared at her. "And you forget what happened to your older sister?"

Rather than buy into his threat, she only laughed even more at him. "Oh, I remember alright, dearie! It was your brother War, was it not? After all... you're the weakest of the four!"

She then gently leaned closer to him. "And what's more... I know you're afraid right now... maybe a bit frustrated. After all, my sister, the one you fools killed... well... she would've been so valuable right now, wouldn't she? Why, she may be gone, but I'd wager she'd still be laughing in her grave right now. Knowing that poor little Famine is shaking in his boots right now!"

He slammed his fist on the counter. "You know he's in town, right? If you want to continue to be, then you will answer me, before I bring him in to beat those answers from you! Then he'll finish the job we stopped him from finishing, in case you, Lady Past, actually needed a reminder of that!"

This made Pamela sigh, as she rubbed her shoulder a bit, looking backwards.

Then, she looked at him and scrunched her lips up. "Alright, dearie, I can take a hint."

A brief moment of silence came up, as she pointed at Dina's picture.

"She is a Nephilim. That much is certain! However... she's more than just a Half-Demon."

Famine nodded his head, and started to look a bit worried. "You wouldn't be so cryptic if the other half were merely human."

With a nod, Pamela added, "You'd be right. She isn't just a vessel holding Demonic Power. Somehow, she has a touch of Holy Power as well."

"Which god, though? Whose blood runs in her veins?!"

This made Pamela smile. She didn't need her older sister Fay to know the outcome of this one.

"Heh... if you knew, then you'd understand you're fighting a losing battle."

"Answer me!"

"Very well, then. It's not just Lucifer's blood running through her veins..."

Famine was sweating profusely when he stepped back into his van. He shakily tapped on the screen, and called War.

"And once again, brother, the situation has gotten far, far worse than we could imagine!"

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"The infant... it is a mix of both Holy and Unholy combined!"

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"I don't know. What I do know is this, though! If the signs hold true, then we must act fast, before the human taps into his true powers!"

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"The signs are clear, indeed, brother. Armageddon has begun, and only one could truly contain our brother with his sheer will alone. It wasn't just because of the Spirit Jar, after all... no, it must be the human! He willed the jar to work, and so it did, just as he spoke, no, merely wanted it to!"

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"Yes... it's his blood that runs in his veins, and by extension, the child's. Well... to a degree. But there's still something that puzzles me."

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"His blood matches his father's, but he's not the same as the one that came before! He lacks his mother's blood! No... he's not the Second Coming. Rather, he's a completely new one entirely! No... this human must be his brother!"

Later on that night, Pamela entered her small, wooden house. She was using a wooden walking stick to help her move, for her age was now getting to her.

She looked over at the couch and smiled, as another elderly woman sat there.

"Looks like you were right, sis. He did decide to show up again!" she told the one sitting on the couch, before taking her spot next to her.

Her sister nodded her head, before taking a sip of liquid in a coffee cup. Pamela smelled it, and frowned.

"Vinegar... so now you prepare for the end, Priscilla?"

Priscilla nodded her head. She was crying with each sip, and her breathing heavily. She turned to face her older sister, and saw that Pamela, too, was now crying.

"I'm... I'm scared, sister." she shakily told her.

Pamela nodded her head. "You know it is as it should be... but... I, too, fear what comes next."

Priscilla, having finished her drink, placed the cup on the coffee table, and relaxed on the couch. "... Why couldn't we just be born human? Why must we be tortured so... to be forced to Mortality, so that we may perish to the void slowly..."

Pamela just sat there, staring at the cup on the coffee table, before shaking her head. "No, if we were human, then none could've helped shape the Past, Present, and Future for as long as we have. Many more lives would've been lost."

Priscilla smirked a bit. "Yes, but... a-after so many eons of staying in the sidelines... not choosing to help one or the other... why did we end up the enemies of Heaven? To be judged so harshly for merely requesting that we don't get involved in this mess?"

Pamela sighed, not having the answer for her sister. She simply placed a knowing hand on her shoulder, gently patting her.

"S-so... what did he ask you for?" Priscilla asked, turning to face her sister again.

Pamela smiled brightly at her, which confirmed her suspicions. "I see... he fears the Second Son, doesn't he?"

Again, Pamela nodded.

Priscilla then nodded her head back, before closing her eyes and leaning her head down. "I... I guess then, at least I can go in peace... knowing not that my duty has been fulfilled, but that the world Fay sought to redeem is... is now in good hands..."

She then breathed more slowly, before stopping entirely.

Pamela's tears fell a bit more, as she wrapped her arms around her sister's body.

Her sister was gone, neither to Heaven, nor to Hell. Now... she was officially void.

Pamela slowly opened her eyes and smiled.

"Don't worry, my sisters. Soon I, too, shall share this ill fate. But before I do, at least I still have time... enough time to make things right."