A Nephilim walks the earth.

The torch flickered as a gust of wind entered the dark chamber. The man holding it, cloaked in shady black, stood before a weary man who was struggling to stay up as he balanced on his knees and hands. Sweat trickled down his face and splashed silently onto the cold, stone floor. The man's blond hair had turned brown from all the dirt. His clothes were ripped apart, leaving him cold and shaking, as the dirt covered the rest of his body.

"How does it feel?" smirked the cloaked man as he roamed around the chamber, circling the other with great interest.

"I feel like nothing you promised me, you son of a bitch." the man barked as he didn't even have the strength to lift his head to look at the cloaked figure.

"Patience you ungrateful shit. Soon you'll be a feared man among all species that walk this earth... and the next."

"And when does this transformation begin exactly?" The cloaked man stood still for a brief moment as he thought about the answer.

"Should have happened by now to be honest." he said as he began clawing his chin.

"Maybe I didn't do it right."

"Hahaha, trust me, you did it perfectly. Good times were had!"

"Keep laughing. If I do end up with this power, I'll enjoy punching your face a little. Maybe toss you around from wall to wall." The cloaked man ended his laughter as he paced towards the weakened man and kicked him on the side, fueled by irritation and anger, sending him across the room and into the wall. He immediately lay his foot onto his throat and choked him but quickly eased off and walked back to his own corner.

"I may be showing you the truth about yourself and granting you the access of your true powers but don't you dare, even for a second, think that you can best me. I am giving you this opportunity because I care. Because you are like me and because you are special! So what I expect from you is loyalty and respect in return. So rise Nephilim! RISE AND SHOW THE WORLD WHAT YOU ARE! RISE AND SHOW THEM WHAT YOU CAN BECOME! WALK THIS EARTH AND MAKE IT TREMBLE WITH EACH STEP YOU TAKE! RISE GOD DAMN YOU! RISE!"

The beaten man felt some kind of bizarre movement between his back muscles and spine. Something had mystically appeared in two separate joints below his shoulders on his back. He let out a roar in agonizing pain as his insides started to boil. But something else inside him began to sooth the pain. He soon realized however that only his right side was being eased of pain as his entire left side kept torturing him. He tried to reach his back with his arms, hoping to be able to stop whatever was aching inside his back. His dirty but pale body was beginning to bruise rapidly where two small bones had just protruded behind him. As the transformation had commenced and his body changing, his inner organs were bleeding and muscles aching. A sudden urge to vomit struck him as he threw up a notable amount of blood.

The bone on his right side instantly sprouted with a two meter span. The chamber was echoing with the screams of one man. The bone started to glow in pure light and within seconds it started to grow thick and beautiful white feathers. A wing was complete but it unbalanced the man as he toppled to his right. Now the other sprouted, but glowed like hot ember. It mirrored its twin but its color was contrasting as it featured a sharp black tone.

Thinking that the transformation finished, the man managed to stand up on his feet, aiding himself by leaning his hand on the wall. But his left wing was not finished. A ring of fiery orange shot from its roots to the tip of the wing, setting it on fire. The chamber was filled with screams once more. The fire melted the dark feathers into each other as the texture soon became slimy and glossy.

The pain had stopped, and the man now stood upright. He glanced at his new body and felt great joy. The cloaked man stepped closer to him.

"Quick, give me your hand." he ordered. The man gave him his right hand but it was pushed aside. "Your other hand." As he extended his left hand, they shook hands.

"You wanted to shake hands? And isn't it very uncommon with the left?" he asked in confusion.

"This, is to seal the transformation." The winged man looked down at his left arm. Besides the obvious dirt, his skin was darkening and his veins were glowing in hot red. Soon it was pitch back.

"What the fuck?" he exclaimed.

"This is the Devil's hand. Did you not know?"

"No.."

"Not to worry because you are now a Nephilim! Second of your kind! AN ANGEL AND A DEMON!" The Nephilim clenched his left hand into a fist. "Do feel free to exercise some of that power. I have missed the wonders a Nephilim can create."