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Infused with the power of their parents, Nephilim hunted the vampires, and in the name of their religion, murdered without qualm any vampire they encountered.
    Grief stricken family members struck back in violent rampages. Great losses were suffered on both sides and human casualties outnumbered them all before the Catholic Church intervened. A truce, signed by Pope Pius II and King Vladimir I, purported to end the bloody battles. Encouraged by the Catholic faith, other religions joined the treaty and an uneasy peace settled over the lands. In the nine hundred years since that treaty, the battle never stopped. It continued, only now it occurred in the shadow of night and would continue while Nephilim and vampires populated the globe. For reasons unknown, the Nephilim only targeted the vampires and largely overlooked the other preternatural beings that populated the globe; a fact that plagued Malachi in the darkest hours of the night.
    As part of the treaty, vampires were assigned to enclaves in various sectors of the world. The sanctuaries, housed underground, were well hidden and protected from the sun and the Nephilim. For their part, the half breed warriors were forbidden entry to the enclaves. Unfortunately, they treated the agreement with the same disdain as they did the vampires. It didn't stop them. Once found, entire enclaves were wiped out by the Nephilim. As King, it was Malachi's duty to stop the murdering bastards before the vampire race became extinct. He and Laziel trained their guard and sent them to the other enclaves to pass on the knowledge. Every night battles raged around the world while the humans lived oblivious with the few exceptions of the church and world leaders.
    A sharp whistle brought Malachi abruptly out of his thoughts. His head whipped to the right. Framed at the end of a shallow alley, a Nephilim glowed in the darkness, a smirk plastered on his face. Icy calm settled over Malachi as he rolled up on the balls of his feet and rotated his shoulders. It appeared Laziel’s Creator had been reading his thoughts. Behind him, the angel’s snarl rippled into the air. Without hesitation, Malachi stepped into the alley and strode straight at his enemy.
    “So glad you decided to drop by, asshole,” he growled. In a wash of light from an overhead balcony, Malachi paused, fangs bared. The Nephilim paled slightly realizing he faced not just any vampire, but the King of the race. Obviously, Malachi’s reputation preceded him. He'd earned the throne by might, had taken it by force. Focused and deadly, he was the best the race had to offer. In hands on combat he was unequaled in strength and agility. Trained by the angel from an early age, there were few that could outwit him or outshoot him.
    “Well come on, motherfucker. You obviously wanted to play, or you wouldn't have shown yourself.” When the half breed didn't budge, Malachi took a step closer only to feel Laziel's heavy hand clamp down on his shoulder.
    “There are three more just outside the alley.”
    “I know that,” Malachi scoffed. “I also knew your ass was riding' mine. Shall we dance?”
    “Oh fuck yeah, thought you’d never ask!” Laziel leapt and arched over Malachi’s head. His wings flared, carrying him swiftly to land before the startled Nephilim. “Didn't your mother teach you it's not polite to stare?” With a slice faster than the Nephilim could track, the angel separated his head from his body with the striking blade of his summoned Katana.
    While Laz was busy with the decoy, Malachi projected himself outside the alley taking form behind the three supposed ambushers. “Surprise, fuktards ,” he drawled then grinned evilly when they spun to face him. “Let's do this, shall we.”
    He leapt at the blond in the middle his fist landing squarely against the male's nose. A satisfying crunch of bone rewarded his efforts. In one continuing motion, he went down on one knee chuckling mirthlessly when the two idiots above him