Inanis stood straight, he looked relaxed but an experienced fighter would be able to sense that this boy was ready for an attack. He looked like he was completely open but the openings were false.
Battling Asura and Gabriel had made Inanis ready for anything, the battle freaks had thoroughly driven combat into him as well.
"We are an ancient race created by Lord Valerian himself. When we were born, our Lord had already seen the birth and death of many stars." As Gabriel spoke, Uriel, Lilith and Asura surrouned Inanis.
"My siblings and I are not vampires. We are part a race called Nephilim and we, the lords of this race, are the Seraphim."
Without saying anything more, eight lights appeared on the backs of each Seraph. They floated into the air eight angelic wings appeared on their backs. Two wings, covered their face, two covered their feet and the other four kept them suspended in the air.
"We are the generals who serve under the dark and radiant star. We keep His confidence and kill His enemies." All four were speaking in unison. Their voices were not even close to beautiful. They were intense, powerful, wild and intimidating. Inanis could not even figure out who was who anymore. Their voices had utterly changed.
The Seraphs began to fly in circles, rotating around him and growing in size. "The east, called us The Dawn, the south titled us, the Chosen, the north, hailed us the Jotun and the west, named us angels. This is how it has been since the beginning and fall of Az'Talon, the Crimson Empire that was the centre of the world, with vampires as its first class citizens and at the throne of Az'Talon, was the immortal and absolute Dark Radiance."
"The capital of Az'Talon, the Immortal City, was a place of endless night and artificial light. Many tried to take the city, tried to conquer the empire, tried to kill the Emperor but all, without exception were killed and their blood drained." The Seraphim sounded like they were reliving the glory days.
"We stood behind Him and followed where he lead, crushing any and all who dared act against us. We had purpose, we had strength and it was good. The Seraphim were the Will of the Emperor made flesh and the Nephilim were the soldiers of Az'Talon. That was our duty and for eons, we never failed in our duty until the day the Traveller came."
The Seraphim gently descended and their wings disappeared. Gabriel began to speak again.
"The Traveller is an existence that tore its way into this universe and came to Idris to battle Lord Jata. In lifetimes, I have never seen our Lord that wounded, His Empire, that broken and the soul wounded. The Lord did what he could. Two million vampires and ten million second class citizens were sent to the stars but sixty million citizens of Az'Talon, demons, vampires, True elves, Dragons, fae and Valkyries died."
"Countless lives, including the Nephilim, were lost and still the Traveller survived. He will return and we must prepare. This is the most important truth but the most inspiring truth it that Az'Talon will rise again, stronger than before."