Bell got out of the Uber in his destination which was a car graveyard. He smiled as soon as he saw just how many corpses of cars had been left behind and slowly got in. He then used the force to check if there was anyone still inside the place and nodded to himself when he found the place was empty. So, he warmed himself up with a few stretches and found his body was strangely flexible, too flexible even. It was like he had been doing gymnasiums for a long time!
He kept that thought put of his mind and returned to the task at hand. He stretched out his hand and concentrated on pulling a car off the ground. He did not wait for a second before the car rose slowly but steadily and floated five metres off the ground. Bell smiled victoriously and decided to he with another test. He clenched his fist and the car started being crushed into a compressed ball of metal. He brought it closer to himself and smiled even more when he noticed just how much of its mass area had increased but it's volume had reduced. He flung the car away and summoned another one.
The force kept giving him ideas of how to use it in so many different ways that by the time darkness was falling, the graveyard had a new look to it. Instead of cars, it might as well say it had scraps of car metal for Bell had gone all out and cleared the whole place. One thing he came to a conclusion was that the force was giving him power because he was the only user it had.
Bell went home and had a goodnight sleep then continued training like this for the three months. If he was going by star wars logic, he might be a master who just recently got promoted. He was only regretful that he did not have a light saber. On the beginning of the fourth month, Bell finally got his first mission. It came via his phone and a message was written in it.
"A Great war is coming soon and every race in the universe will be participating in it. The peaceful times are numbered and when the wars ensues, even gods will be cannon fodder. Champions of every race will rise to take the mantle of protecting their race from extinction and some will fall. But you, my dear Misthios, you will be the only person who is neutral. Your only allegiance is the rewards coming from the contracts either I or the rest of them give you. But first, your resolve need to be tested. I give you the contract to kill ten thousand scums of the society. Your reward will be a dual lightsaber exclusively for you and it will be delivered as soon as you finish your mission. Do you accept?"
Bell was stunned by the mission he was just offered. It might seem like it was easy but it was actually quite hard. First, it tested if he could kill without remorse. That fitted well with a dark side user of the force and he thought maybe the system wanted him to pick someone who could do that well enough. Vader was as good as any so it was a pass. Next, it tested whether he could follow the system's command. If he couldn't, he felt that the system was going to erase him and from the way it spoke, something terrifying was on its way to his planet. So, that was not a request but an order. Bell nodded his head as fast as he could and waited to see the outcome.
"Your resolve is improving, good. You will look back at this moment and sigh in disappointment at yourself. You might want to explore your Nephilim side better, though." The screen went dark and Bell let out a breath he did not know he was holding. He had forgotten all about his Nephilim side! He immediately went in front of the mirror, removed his shirt and looked at his back. There was not even an inkling that suggested he might be a Nephilim.
"Nephilim side, I command you to appear!" he said in such a serious voice it was ridiculous. Bell thought it would never work so the pain that came next was unbearable. His whole body ached as if something was burrowing out of his body. From his back, he felt as if something wanted to break free from his skin and it was so painful he almost screamt. This went on for an hour then as suddenly as it came, it all went away. Bell was unconscious by then so he did not check to see how he had grown.
Bell regained his consciousness three days later and the first thing he noticed were two feathered limbs protruding from his back. He felt as if they had been with him all his life like his legs. He got up from the cold floor and looked at himself once again. He noticed how the wings had interconnected with his back so seamlessly it was like it was always there. He felt like he can make them go back inside his body and he did that and brought them out again countless times. When he was satisfied, he went and took a shower, cleaning his wings proved to be hectic in this tiny room. Once done, Bell wore his clothes which shrank into a fitting size and went to his computer. He had came into a conclusion for his contract and that is to hit a prison. Considering large prisons can hold up to fifteen hundred inmates then using the Force to whit out those that were wrongfully imprisoned and still pure and that might be ten to twenty inmates. He might have to hit five big prisons and he will have reached the maximum number needed to finish the contract. He got their location after a thorough search and bought more data for his phone, went to the roof, spread his black wings and took flight. At first, he thought it would be awkward but it was instinctual, like noone taught any animal how to swallow food when they were newly born.
He must have been lucky or the Force was with him for the day was partly cloudy so he snuck into a fluffy cloud and hijacked a ride. Also, clouds were heading where he was going so it was easier. Now and then, he would look down at the fields passing by and smile to himself. He could hardly feel the terrifying winds because of the Force shield covering him. When he noticed he was near his first target, be folded his wings making him nosedive at terrifying speeds then he spread them again and he gained even more speed but he was still far from going Mac 1. When he was a mile away, he landed on the ground softly and his wings folded back into his back. Good thing he had only his tank top on at the time so he wore his shirt which shrank to his size. He started walking towards the prison thinking of a way tofget inside and the Force whispered the conclusion into his head. He arrived at the gate and smiled at the guard.
"Let me in," he said as his eyes shine blue for a moment. The guard appeared dazed for a moment before he nodded, pressed a button and the gate opened for him. Bell grinned even more and got into the place. He saw the surveillance cameras locking onto him and he clicked with annoyance. All the cameras there suddenly went dark and their circuits exploded.
Bell got to the front door and it clicked open by itself. He nodded to himself and calmly got inside, a wicked grin on his face. The guards must have suspected something for they were running around wearing riot armour and carrying guns loaded with rubber bullets. For some reason, they did not seem to acknowledge his existence but they kept moving out of his way. He saw the inmates being sherphed inside their block cells using a roll call so he leaned at a wall and watched them move till the very last one. He heard the guards say they were all accounted for and they headed out of the Block and he got into the first block.
"Inmates, I just want to say that because I am a different race than you all doesn't mean I am racist when I kill you all," Bell shouted, attracting the attention of every inmate inside. They started shouting at him, using any vulgarities they had mustered before as Bell walked calmly to the first cell. There were two men inside and they were glaring at him. Suddenly, they stared at him in a daze as they felt as if he could see every single thing about them as he stared at them.
"Guilty," Henry said and stretched out his hand. The two inmates frowned as they did not know what he wanted. Suddenly, they started screaming in pain as red lights got out of their bodies and into his hand. Their bodies dishevilled as if they had been mummified for centuries. Every inmate there was quiet for a moment then they started screaming in fright. Bell decided to make it seem even more terrifying by letting his wings out. This must have given them all a psychological blow for they were stunned dumb for a few minutes and Bell had the time to go to the next cell. He looked into the two inmates' brain and shook his head dramatically.
"Guilty," Bell said and drained them of their lifeforce and soul power, leaving behind dried up husks. The prisoners were even more terrified for they thought he was angel that came to judge them so even the most anthiest of them went to their knees and prayed for deliverance. One of them though took out his phone and started recording the whole thing.
Bell went all around the cells and he felt depressed that not even one of the inmates in this block could be considered decent. When he came out of the block, every single inmate in there was a husk also, the inmate who was recording it all had sent the video online and Henry would have stopped him if he wasn't enjoying himself so much. He went to Block B and started the whole process once again.
The whole block had become husks once again and he headed down the blocks till he reached Block D where the most dangerous criminals were. As soon as he got in, they all looked at him with hostile filled eyes but when they saw his wings, some became fearful while some became even more haughty.
"Eeiii Esee, where did you get those wings, huh?" one of them asked him.
"I love angels, honey. Why don't you come in and snuggle with me?"
"Is this a church's sales pitch? They sure are desperate,"
Bell looked at them all and nodded to himself. He went to the person who asked him if it was a sales pitch with a maniacal smile on his face. He stretched out his hand and the the barred doors ripped themselves out of their hinges. He walked inside and flicked his finger. The man was slammed into the wall behind him and was lifted slightly. Henry gripped his head and the man groaned in pain as he felt like his head would explode soon.
"Do I look like a fucking salesman? I am not here to redeem your soul, I am not here to hold your hand and tell you God loves you, I do not have the fucking time to ask you if you want to be saved, hold your head into the river to save your damned soul. I am here to destroy you and everything related to you," Bell growled as the man started screaming. "I am here to hear you scream, I will relish as you look at me with hatred filled eyes as I snuff out your souls, I will feel the greatest joy when I watch the husk of a body you have left when I am done hit the cold floor, lifeless and never to be possessed even by the most desperate demon and I will be having a good day knowing even demons will not get a taste of your souls, that you will cease to exist from this day. In other words, your apocalypse came early." The screaming man had light shining through his eyes, ears, nose and mouth as he looked at the stone ceiling helplessly. Then, an explosion that chilled all the inmates' hearts came next and the lifeless body of the inmate fell to the ground. Bell got out of the cell and looked at the other inmates.
"I really hope I find someone worth of my mercy here for the others up there have been discouraging," he said. All this time, he has been using a deep and ancient sounding voice just in case and he did not know he saved himself a lot of trouble.