Sephirot, Tannor Poreda

Macen Rogues, The second to last of the Nephilim race....and he is ready to so some smiting. 13 years ago... “Mommy, I’m home!” Macen would yell as he ran up to the foyer of his family's mansion. He noticed a smell that was new. It was a sweet smell that smelled like decay. “Mom, what's that smell” he said as he ran to the kitchen, nobody was in there except his cat.”Muggles where is mommy?” he asked the cat who mewled and ran off through the kitchens doggy door. He walked up stairs to his mom's room to see if she was asleep. As he opened the door he saw the most gruesome sight he would ever see in his life...or he thought. The two large standing oak doors swung open, “bbrothher?” macen would stammer out. He glimpsed at the gory remains of his family, butler, family friends, and anyone else unlucky enough to be there at the time. His brother walked over to him. He had dark glowing eyes a tan trench coat and simple enough jeans. the first thing that was notable was his clothes were ragged and torn. He had a bloody gash running along his forehead.”Hmm, seems I forgot that you would be at school brother.” the last word was bitter. “Oh well seems you are the second to last of the Nephilim.” “nepilim” young Macen said . “Yes you’re a part of something ohso much bigger than this life....too bad you won't live to see it.” “what do you mean!” Macen got up as he said this finally realizing what had happened. “you get to die and I win so hurry up or else I will do it myself.” “THE ONLY ONE WHO IS DYING IS YOU!” Macen scream white hot fury in his veins. His brother laughed “C’mon then lets see you try” Macen grabbed a kitchen knife and with a swift movement repetitively stabbing his brother in the abdominal area. “Not even a scratch you however, pathetic 9 year old you maybe....I will let you live”. He moved over and punched young macen in the cheek with enough force to shatter a wall. He flew into the nearest wall and felt his back dislocate and, remarkably reconnect..however painful it might be he managed to stand and stared his brother in the face."why?, Why brother why did you do all of this?" Tera's rolled down his cheeks mixing in his DNA with the bloody carpet beneath him. "I must be the last of the Nephilim for my own reasons....however I will let you live till your 18. I am not about to kill a child without any strength of his own, remember 9 years of life and training is all you have" with that his brother faded away like a haunted apparition leaving nothing but footprints. 4 years later Macen for 4 years of his childhood hunted his brother down obsessed over it even. During those years he was secluded,isolated and overall alone. When the police launched an investigation the police threw (literally) him into a cell only because of that teardrop.One tear and a set of footprints that go nowhere is not enough evidence to arrest a 13 year old kid who’s obsessed with hunting his brother down. So he was able to win the court case and walk free Current time Macen began learning more and more about his powers and learning that things that go bumpin the night are out there and he was a conduit to stop them. Lawton, OK 12:32 am Macen walked through the streets looking for a nearby tavern to find more about the history of the 7 people whose history seems connected from a kabbalist church. He found a bartender and smiled. “‘So you run a old testament age Kabbalist bar...” Macen asked a sly smile on his face. The bartender looked him in the eye and replied “whatever do you mean” Macen looked around the bar for a moment and then leaned close. “Malkuth you know what I mean” “So what are you to know that, Human, Angel, Demon, Hellspawn,Mutant, God?” he looked at macen inquisitively “wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong and wrong again, I am the race of guardians the one where two remain at war while the rest have fallen. I am the Last Nephilim” “YOUR DEAD” Malkuth screamed at macen. “So younger cousin you’re jealous as you only received a small portion of the infinites power” “I AM NOT!” Macen looked at the screaming sephirot and laughed. “I Macen hereby challenge you for your branch.” Malkuth seemed to regain his composure. “Your but the age of 22, I am as old as creation what makes you think you can beat me?” Malkuth asked“the universe is poisoned and stunted, I have full access to my source of power you have but a range of....22 yards” Macen answered at the mome, Malkuth stared him down sizing him up. “We shall fight tomorrow the winner takes the others source” “oh malkuth if you murder someone before the fight I win, automatically.” Fort Sill, Lawton, OK 2:30 AM Macen waited at the entrance of the Fort the chosen time for battle was 5:45 AM, he knew Malkuth absorbed the 7 students into his soul and didn’t really kill them however he needed an excuse to challenge the sephirot for his power. As dawn arose a new sense entered macen a sense of power and hope, this is the divine source the source of power in the world and he was confident that he would win. Malkuth rose spreading fear across the land, the corrupted lord of kingdom preparing to take the young Nephilims power. TBC...?