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// Disciple 
// Story: Power Lottery 
// by Khanathara 
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Glorious Praise was not having a good week. First the Unicorn Noble's came to the temple once again to 'ask' for the head priest, the one she was being trained to replace as his apprentice, Golden Words to be removed and replaced by a Unicorn and when they were denied they started to demand that she be replaced by a Unicorn. Of course, they were once again denied.

Then the number of Holy Relics, or Holy Tokens as the populace tended to call them, began to appear more rapidly. Instead of getting one or two a year they were appearing one or two a second, which was both good and bad as the 'Tokens' tended to summon random beings or do nothing at all. The beings being anything from ponies to strange alien critters, most of them didn't care about us as we were not 'one of them.' Or something similar to that. Others of them were the definition of evil and destruction, Vadicanter City had to be rebuilt from the ground up six times because of them, others were the exact opposite as they would help and heal. And lastly there were ponies who were pulled through the Relics and returned seconds or years latter.... or never.

The chance of something bad happening was a fifty/fifty chance so the Temple had to ban interaction with them, though that didn't stop those that were power hungry and wanted to do who knows what so a guard was set up to protect them. The sudden increase in the Holy Tokens made all of this much harder as they were being activated on accident as they appeared in front of or cluttered the path of ponies.

The rapid appearance of the tokens was made even worse by the fact that it started the day before the three days of worship, one day for each tribe as they refused to get along. Aside from a few accidents with the Tokens the first and second day went by without much trouble.

It was the third day, the day for the unicorns, that things got worse.

Both Golden Words and Glorious Praise were leading the mass of unicorns down to the crater and when they all saw the center under the floating gazebo roof a collective gasp came from all present.

The Nephilim was missing and the Holy Relics were rapidly disappearing. 

That led to her current situation three days later, sitting in the court yard of the Temple of Faust with the laeders of the known world, the Unicorn Queen and King, the Pegasus warrior Queen, High Chieftain of the Earth ponies, Ink Blood the current God of Knowledge, Scout the current God of Travelers, Pelor the King of the Minotaur's and current god of the sun, Gruff the Griffin Queen and current God of War, Dreamless the current Goddess of the Moon, Catrina the current Goddess of Evil, Disorder the current God of Chaos, Torch The Tiny current God (or Lord as the Dragons prefer) of the Dragons, and others that were either new or unknown to Glorious Praise.

All of the races of the world were represented here as all Nephilim were the children of the Overgods Faust and Daemon Tartarus, this one included and it was missing.

Those at the meeting had taken a day to gather, another day to agree on those that would be sent out on a search party, and then started to yell at each other, and it is now two days later and only the Pony, Thestral, and Changeling representatives were still yelling at each other and the search party had returned with no news on the Nephilim.

Glorious was about to speak up in an attempt to end the fighting when they all heard a shout that came from far, far off and carried enough force to have a decent wind blow through all there and nearly deafen them with how loud it was.

Mမိፓનરે မိF ፓન CမိCမိПኮፓ ዴдરેдD


Silence reigned for nearly three minuets after the exclamation for a multitude of reasons, the biggest being that most only heard gibberish. Glorious and most of the other priest and gods were either shocked or trying to process what they had just heard. The shout was in an ancient language kept alive souly on the fact that it was the instinctual language of the gods and was the language used by priest, paladins, and clerics during worship. It was a language that gave away who was shouting as all of the gods excluding the overgods were present and mortals cannot get that loud.


It was the Nephilim shouting the ancient language, English.

The silence of the courtyard was finally broken as Disorder fell over laughing as one of his clerics asked . "What's a Coconut Parade?"

Many of the others who followed Disorder also began to breakdown in laughter while the others only remained confused. After a few minuets Disorder stifled his laughter and got up off the ground to compose himself. "Alright," He began. "As entertaining as that was I am confident that we all know that that was the Nephilim. Now if you'll excuse me I am going to take us to her." The mad God finished and with a flash of light and horrendous nausea nearly all were transported to the origin of the sound.

Ink Blood was about to scold Disorder before he and everyone else noticed a hazy shadow cast over them. Turning to look at the origin of the shadow they saw the Nephilim facing away form them on the other side of a river. 

The Nephilim was a sight to behold, what was previously a relatively short mane and tail were now long flowing clouds of mist, large enough to be there own mobile fog banks. Above them stretched the Nephilims wings, all eight of which use to be the average size for another of her size, but were now emitting iridescent mist in the shape of wings large enough to rival a Roc. 

Through the haze they could see the silhouette of the Nephilim standing a little awkwardly, as if something was wrong with one of her back legs, and gazing at the sky.

Curious as to what had the Nephilim's attention Glorious looked towards the sky and saw a fairly large ball of iridescent colors with two solid black lines through it. "What is that?" She questioned loud enough to get the others attention on the strange object.

And loud enough to get the attention of the Nephilim who whipped her head around to see the one who spoke, the movement once again focusing the attention on her. She gazed at them with piercing pink draconian eyes her curved twin horns of fading blue to pink leaking pure magic upwards and following the movements of her head.

After a few short seconds she spoke, revealing four large canines, and said . "Wનမိ iП ፓન ፓП નlls дરે yမိ-"("Who in the ten hells are yo-") She cut off as the strange ball collided with her head with enough force to leave ringing in the ears of most and her unconscious on the ground.

"I Like her." Said Disorder.

"Dibs on courting her." Was Gruff's follow up.