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𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘. If anyone were to ask someone who had the chance to meet her, that would probably be the word they'd use to describe her. Top of her class, an entrepreneur, and the daughter her parents had always wanted. Her record was clean as it could get, she had aspirations and dreams most didn't, and she was close to achieving them too.

But her fate would be something different.

Months shy of her graduation and finally becoming the surgeon she had dreamed of being everything went downhill. Genesis had met someone. Charming, handsome, and a smile only the devil could envy. She was smitten. And there wasn't anything Genesis could have done different to spare her from the catastrophe that would follow leaving the bar with that man. He had his sights on her the second she walked through those doors, and she didn't know it at the time, but she was completely and utterly fucked.

A night of passion was all it took.

And a month later Genesis was pregnant.

But that wasn't in her plans.

Two days after finding out, Genesis was looking into abortion clinics and on the third day she had made an appointment. Her decision was made. A baby would ruin her life, she wasn't ready, and the father was at best a stranger. She couldn't do it on her own. A part of her hurt for the child, but she had made a choice and her mind was already made. Genesis would go through with it, no matter how much it pained her.

Or so she thought.

The man with the charming attitude came back before the process of aborting her baby could be seen through. And he talked utter nonsense, which scared her. The devil- he called himself. Lucifer in the flesh, and the baby she carried was the antichrist. And when she tried calling the police when he refused to leave her house, she believed she had gone insane.

His eyes glowed red and he caused horrific amounts of pain with his mind. Genesis didn't want to believe he was telling the truth, but months after he kept her locked and chained up in her basement and her stomach grew, things were starting to get harder and harder to deny. When Lucifer did things to inflict pain on her, the baby healed her up. And it was like the devil was testing out theories, ones he was happy turned out to be true.

The life Genesis had thought out for herself would be lost.

Months passed and she felt weaker each day. The energy she mustered up would be eaten up by the baby. And just two months before Genesis was ready to pop, Lucifer finally let her know she was having a boy. A baby boy. It was the first time she felt in connection with the child she was bearing. And with that, his name was chosen.

Nathaniel Gideon Saintclair.

Genesis liked to imagine what he'd be like. In her head she chose him to be good, to not follow his father in his plan to wipe out humanity. Lucifer liked to murmur to himself when Genesis was around. It was like he knew she would be dead soon enough.

And granted, she was.

Three days before Nathaniel's birth, two hunters from the outskirts of Kansas caught up to Lucifer and locked him up in a cage down in hell. Following that, Genesis was brought back with them and succeeding those three days the antichrist was born. The time marked twelve on April 1st, 2012.

By twelve-o-one, Genesis stopped breathing.

And Nathaniel was left an orphan.

"Mom?"

The woman with bright eyes and long brown hair turned to Nathaniel with a confused expression on her face. The nephilim's breathing hitched once her eyes landed on him, and Nathaniel for a second honestly thought he would cry. That was something Nathaniel had only been able to dream about. She was there, and she was beautiful. His dreams did her no justice.

"Who are you?" Genesis asked.

And that's when something in Nathaniel broke.

Nathaniel cleared his throat. "I'm your son."

Genesis confusingly put her hands over her belly. "My son? But you can't be him. He's just a baby."

"I am," Nathaniel confidently stated, watching Genesis' hands stroke her tummy. "I'm Nathaniel. You died when I was born, do you remember that?"

Genesis dumbly nodded. "I- how long?"

Nathaniel slowly approached her. "Seventeen years."

That's when Genesis' eyes found Nathaniel's once again and the nephilim completely stopped getting close to her. There was an emotion on her face that Nathaniel couldn't read, but it scared the hell out of him. The nephilim had wanted to know what she thought about the whole situation for so long and now that the opportunity was there for him to find out, Nathaniel started to think maybe he proffered oblivion.

"I'm sorry," Nathaniel offered, feeling himself get choked up as he looked into her eyes. "If I could change the way things went down for you I would. I know you wanted something different."

"You ruined me."

Nathaniel's breathing hitched. "I'm sorry."

Genesis shook her head. "This was because of you."

"I never wanted this," Nathaniel defended himself as he teared up before clearing his throat to stop his voice from wavering. "I would do anything to give you your life back."

"Well you can't!" Genesis wept, her head shaking. "Don't you get it? I'm dead because of you!"

The heart wrenching sobs that followed did everything to tear Nathaniel apart. Guilt ripped through the nephilim as he watched her fall apart before him and it was agonizing. And just as the nephilim was about to try to get close, those weeps slowly turned into a laugh. Nathaniel's eyebrows knitted together, and when his mother's figure slowly started fading away, anger consumed him.

In Genesis place was the Necromancer, and his laugh rang out through the empty.

The Necromancer smirked. "Five-star performance, was it not?"

Nathaniel's nostrils flared. "You signed your death warrant."

"Oh, don't be such a-"

"Get me out of here," Nathaniel interrupted.

The Necromancer tsked. "We're not done."

Nathaniel ignored him. "Suit yourself."

The nephilim closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them once again, revealing gold flecks in his irises as white glowing veins popped below his eyes, falling along his neck. The Necromancer narrowed his eyes on him and Nathaniel simply smirked. If the Necromancer didn't give him a way out, the nephilim would find one himself by making as much destruction as he could.

With that, the ground beneath them began to tremble and the Necromancer looked surprised. Though it wasn't until the empty started falling apart that the Necromancer snapped his finger and Nathaniel came back to himself with a gasp. The nephilim felt wetness on his face before he quickly wiped it off once noticing Hope to his left with an unreadable expression, and in front of him MG and Alaric, who granted, didn't look happy.

And when Hope and Nathaniel followed Doctor Saltzman into his office, they knew they were in for it.

"How could you be so reckless?"

Nathaniel sighed. "It was my idea, Ric."

"I didn't ask whose idea it was, Nathaniel," Alaric spat, turning to Nathaniel and Hope as they stood by each other. "You both know better than to do this!"

"You weren't getting anywhere," Hope stated.

Alaric turned towards Hope with a menacing glare. "And so, you took it upon yourselves? And how did that go?"

Hope shrugged. "Not well."

"Yeah? Well, I have it under control, Hope."

"Oh, really?" Hope scoffed, making a B-line towards Alaric's desk before pulling out bottle after bottle of liquor from one of the drawers. "Then you want to explain this? Or this? Or anything else that would explain your utter lack of progress?"

Nathaniel cringed slightly. "Hope, stop-"

"I am grieving," Alaric shot back. "And maybe you both should try that sometime instead of pushing everyone away."

Hope laughed bitterly.

And Nathaniel narrowed his eyes. "That's not fair, Ric."

"Look," Alaric sighed heavily, looking between Nathaniel and Hope. "I am trying to protect the both of you. That thing is a master manipulator. It resurrected my fiancé, it raised a cemetery of zombies and it brought back Rafael's dead girlfriend, so let's talk about the ways in which it could torment you both," he continued, turning towards Nathaniel. "Starting with your dead mother and ending with her dead father. Or how about all the ghosts of the people you've both killed in between, huh?"

Nathaniel's jaw clenched. "You know, there are ways to go about things, and this wasn't it. Way to be a fucking dick, Doctor Saltzman. You really hit the nail on the coffin just then."

Without another word, Nathaniel barged out of Alaric's office, though the nephilim still heard how Doctor Saltzman and Hope continued to argue. Nathaniel knew Hope's idea wasn't her best, but at least they had gotten somewhere, and if Alaric couldn't see that because he was angry at them, then so be it. Nathaniel still wanted answers, and he wasn't about to ask the headmaster for permission to get them.

"Come back for more?" The Necromancer taunted.

Nathaniel crossed his arms. "You owe me answers on Malivore."

The Necromancer snorted. "So, you don't want to know anything about your mother?"

"No."

And with a chuckle, the Necromancer proceeded to paint the scene of what he saw- most importantly, his death. There had been a shadow, and the Necromancer felt an intense pain after being stabbed in the heart with a knife. Emptiness soon consumed him. But that wasn't enough, the Necromancer jumped out of his subconscious to summon the man the wielded the knife, unbeknownst to Hope and Nathaniel.

"You left us in there," Nathaniel accused.

The Necromancer hummed. "I had work to do, and you both had lessons to learn."

The story of Malivore ensued.

A place created to wipe the bane of the supernatural off the face of the earth. And by the way the Necromancer described it, Malivore consumed them, erased them. Permanent death, as the Necromancer had stated previously. Things were slowly starting to make more sense, and Nathaniel couldn't help but groan at the gravity of the situation that was among them.

Then the Necromancer talked about three locks that kept this place- Malivore- shut. And the knife was one of those three locks. When all three of those locks were returned home, Malivore would be free to open its jaws of death once again. And if that didn't sound as macabre as Nathaniel thought it did, he didn't know what did.

"What are you implying?" Nathaniel huffed, shaking his head at the Necromancer. "That there's another impending apocalypse besides the one I can create?"

The Necromancer chuckled heavily, his eyes roaming behind Nathaniel and the nephilim swiftly turned to find Hope standing behind him.

"As for your parents," the Necromancer started, a wicked smile making its way onto his features. "They watch over you both every day," he took a pause to solely direct his stare to Hope. "Your father did die with love in his heart, and he doesn't regret his choice. But he won't find peace... until you do."

Hope's breathing hitched.

"And your mother," the Necromancer continued, this time eyeing Nathaniel. "She doesn't hate you half as much as you do yourself. She hopes you come to terms with what you are."

With that, the Necromancer calmly expressed how the knife was destroyed and the first lock was released. And as quickly as one could blink, the Necromancer was gone. To a place Nathaniel assumed would be to find peace.

"We fucked up," Nathaniel admitted.

And Hope sighed. "Doctor Saltzman's going to have a field day."

Night soon fell, and Hope and Nathaniel stood by each other looking onto Alaric Saltzman who stood before his dead fiancé's tomb. Nathaniel's heart hurt. Grief was a powerful thing. And it pulled at the nephilim that he couldn't do anything to bring comfort to his adoptive father because he had screwed up. Big time. And there was no mending it any time soon.

"Think he'll stop being mad at us?" Hope asked, breaking the silence between them.

Nathaniel nodded. "He'll come around."

Hope sighed and Nathaniel looked down at her. Things were completely screwed up because of them, and it dawned on Nathaniel that for the first time, the blame was equally on them both and both would be scrutinized for it. And though the nephilim hated being on the outs with Alaric, he was grateful to be sharing that with Hope out of anyone else.

So, Nathaniel took the opportunity to hold Hope's hand in his, and the tribrid quickly looked down at their intertwined fingers.

"Thanks for having my back today," Hope voiced.

And Nathaniel nodded. "Always."

And before anything else could be said, Rafael Waithe decided making an entrance.

"Hey."

"Teen wolf," Nathaniel acknowledged with annoyance.

"Hey," Hope sighed lightly, giving Nathaniel's hand a light squeeze. "I'm sorry I didn't have your back today. Apparently, we were too busy launching phase one of Mali-pocalypse."

Rafael shook his head. "It's okay. Doctor Saltzman, he had my back," the wolf paused, sparing Alaric a glance. "Oh, he still mad at you both, huh?"

Nathaniel nodded. "He'll probably be mad for a while."

"Yeah, well, at least the knife's gone, maybe we can finally get some quiet around here."

Hope laughed softly. "I wonder if that's possible."

And with that, Nathaniel felt Hope's light up and when he looked down, a bright, glowing blue light shined on her wrist. The look on Hope's face said everything, and Nathaniel couldn't help but make a grimace.

"What's wrong?" Rafael asked.

"Landon's in trouble."

Just when Nathaniel thought he had gotten rid of Landon Kirby, the kid kept coming back like the plague.

"Fan-fucking-tastic."

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unedited.
hi, hello
thank you guys so much for the
congratulations on my engagement!
anywho, thoughts on Nathaniel's
backstory? (*wink wink* two hunters
from kansas *wink wink*)
btw, next chapter isn't really going
to be a chapter, you'll be getting
Nathaniel's rememberance day letter
to his mom, so yay on that.