The remaining members still active of Kenza took care of John's body, grinding it down with metal and fire to get it over with.
Awane asked to be left alone and they had no choice but to obey. Ambroise Ler had been training this whole time, fixing his habits and becoming an extra border agent.
"Let's just get to the bar", Nero suggested. Grant and Karin nodded to each other and lefr the dirt that used to be John, turning the lights off. They were blasting music and getting drunk, forgetting their crimes and their pains, and in the midst of it, Nero had a familiar sense watching Karin having fun listening to hardcore music. "Raven would have loved this girl. They would have been best pals", he thought. This only made him drink more and more, sighing in his arms on the large counter in half-circle.
Grant was hammered on the black couch, whiskey bottle in the hand. Karin was listening to music on full blast and Awane joined Nero, right next to him. When Karin sees her, she turns off the music with a silent but deadly expression.
"Well? Just turn it back on, but put as background noise if that's okay. And serve me a drink."
"R...right."
"Hry, Ismael. You know, John was my father, Kenza is the name of my mother. She wanted an organization to protect the less talented to kill people from assassins and, wellw things lf life. We killed thousands, we've made it to the point where I am done with everything. Now that he's actually gone, I'm free, I feel like I have found my escape, as tough as it was."
"No more mistress thing, huh? It's up to you. I'll do my best as a Kenza agent, I'll keep protecting the streets and our allies at night. I refuse to have everyone here dying on me, I'll make sure you guys never die if that's what it takes."
"Don't threaten me to keep me alive for the next centuries. I still want a happy, isolated life. And this is just it. Perfection."
"Then let's drink at it. Let's celebrate", Ismael suggested, lifting his drink.
"Don't celebrate too much", Grant cut, turning on the tv above the bar and Karin turned the music off.
"We're having news reports that the president of Shill Na Ter, Cristopherson Sommers, previously kidnapped by Ambroise Ler, is now asking for the immediate destruction of all terrorist organizations."
"Well, that was predictable."
"How predictable."
"Watch."
The president on the tv seems to be just speaking, with no pausing. After a while, Awane stops drinking for two seconds and says "Ambroise, dry him", and the man on the tv gets shot in the head.
"The price for not having Ambroise Ler helping us this whole time was to ensure the perfection of that one shot. He did not mention Kenza nor made it personal with us in any shape or way, so we should be fine."
"You're the most impressive woman I know. Even Genova couldn't."
"Well that's a compliment if anything."
"Who's left, really?" Ismael asked, concerned.
"Efalis. He doesn't have anyone anymore. The list is empty. We may have to reach Paradise to kill him though."
"Yeah. About that. I've held you in my arms, and that's where I knew for sure, my Paradise is here with Kenza. The only reason Efalis is safe out there is because he's made himself untouchable, but we can also be unreachable staying on Earth."
"This is Ambroise Ler. We cannot come back. I repeat, we cannot come back. We've made it through a safe place in the sewers, me and Geulsang Zhao, Universalis is dead, but because of that, we found something in here that should not exist. And we don't know what it is."
"Calm down, Ler, tell us what you see", Ismael requested on the phone.
"It's pitch black dark in here ans there's those two eyes in the distance. Two glowing white eyes staring at us, honestly I have no idea what to do with this."
"We're taking you out of here."
"No! Don't come for us! Don't come for me. I've caused enough problems to everyone. I failed against myself and I'm so sorry for everything, I know it's my fault. I was mentally ill and now people die because of me. Stay in Kenza. Stay safe. If I don't make it back, continue without me."
"He hanged up. We still don't know what it is."
"Don't look at me because someone mentionned a demon of some sort..."
"Ismael..." Awane started. "You know, you've seen some stuff that would make the normal person go insane. What do you think this could be?"
"I have no idea. I can only assume somebody's personal assistant angel. Other than that, I can't see what it could be."
Ambroise was seeing the two eyes slowly getting closer. If he climbed back up, he would get shot a hundred times per second. And if he stays in the sewers, chances are, he'll find fate worse than death.
The thing was moving the dirty water, step by step the sound of water. Finally it stopped a meter from them.
"Do you...see me? I'm from a different world but...I can tell you are not entirely human. Grab my hand, thing."
Ambroise Ler, shaking, approached his right hand to his, and upon contact he disappeared. Geulsang Zhao was now alone, the two glowing eyes looking at his.
"And you. What will it be?"
"Explain what you did to him."
"He's out there now. With the rest of us."
"Who are you?"
"We are the ones in power, the ones above everything. The Nephilims. And your friend here has joined us. You can too. But know this. It is your only chance. And if you accept, there is no coming back here without consequences."
Geulsang Zhao reached his hand also and vanished.
They landed in a palace and a man with pale white skin and a silver white tattoo on his back stood at the top. He didn't have wings but when he turned around, his black eyes stood out, creeping them both out. His long red coat lied on his grey throne, he grabbed with his right hand passing by, and put it on. The silk on his body, fitting him nicely.
"You've brought us two. Introduce yourselves."
"My name is Ambroise Ler, I died after frying my own brains out because I had put an evil ai in my brain."
"My name is Geulsang Zhao, I'm an alchoholic."
"All right all right", he replied, visibly amused. "You two, if you're here, trust me, you want to be a Nephilim. It's the best honestly. There's nothing suite like it. Dead or alive, it's all cancelled the second you take a Nephilim's blood."
"I'll do it for the kid. In case you're lying to us."
"We have a volunteer!"
They all clapped as he rose up and knelt before him in a great silence.
"My name is Nara."