I glanced down. My feet were on the Earth, zoomed in on a small village. I waited for Seth’s voice to begin, too entranced to whine for him to hurry up.
“The Watchers were just that. They watched from Heaven. Several stories have been told about this particular breed of angels. I find a need to clear the air concerning my relatives. The Watchers were stars. Day and night they would watch the humans. Their job was to protect them, to make sure no harm came to El’s creation. They became obsessed and entranced by the beauty of what God had created. How could they not, after being forced to watch without any sort of guidance except to protect and love?
“So protect and love they did. But even love can turn into something evil if you allow it to become something far worse — obsession.
“The Watchers became utterly obsessed with the women of earth. They would watch them bathe, eat, drink, dance, and laugh, and suddenly were envious that they could not join with them. That the weak men of the human race were able to mate with the women made the Watchers furious, for they had been admiring and protecting the humans for generations.”
The room shifted, and I watched in horror as one of the stars slowly began to spin toward the earth, and another and another until two hundred stars shot straight to the ground, falling from the sky.
“Two hundred stars fell from the sky that day.” Seth turned toward me.
My heart was not only sick, it was heavy, for I knew the sacrifice that had been made. I could feel Adonis’s hand on my shoulder.
Seth continued. “The Watchers fulfilled their lustful desires. They slept with the women, who soon bore them children. The children, as you know, are known as Nephilim. Many of them were destroyed in the Great Flood.”
“But not all,” I interrupted, suddenly feeling ashamed of my heritage.
“No, not all,” Seth said softly. “The women bore what the Egyptians, Greeks, and Romans referred to as the gods. Many of the Nephilim keep the human names given them, because when they were created—”
“We were given no names,” I interrupted. It still pained me to think about it, of the parents we’d had. The Watchers cared so little about the product of their lust that they forgot to name us.
“Precisely,” Seth said. “The children of the Watchers were an abomination, given no identity but that of evil and sin. Out of their unholy union, Nephilim were born. And then the great battle began.”
I watched, paralyzed, as a reenactment of the Nephilim, my people, being born took place in front of me. Humans ran away from us, frightened. And then I saw him.
My father.
I fought the bile that rose in my throat as I watched him seduce my mother and, in turn, possess her. She became enamored with him, yet once he’d had his fill of her, he left her. I watched as she beat at his giant body to stay with her, to stay with the child. And then I saw myself, hiding behind my mother.
My father reached out and touched a piece of fallen hair on my shoulder.
“We will meet again, Daughter.” His voice was thickly accented like many of the angels who’d fallen. It sounded alien yet so familiar.
With that I watched myself turn away and hide.
The battle was just beginning.
Suddenly an explosion from the sky blinded me. I turned toward Adonis, and he held my trembling body. Seeing my father had been too much.
Thousands of angels descended to the earth. Disbelief washed over me as I watched the innocent Nephilim hide with the humans, while the Watchers battled the great armies of El.
I was once again reminded of the powers the Watchers possessed, for they were fallen stars, a race created by El, and they were magnificent. Azazeel, my father, knew how to create weapons out of iron; he also knew incantations that would confuse the armies of El. Several other Watchers knew how to read the wind, knowing the precise time to attack.
The Watchers who stayed back were as immobile as stone. Their eyes turned completely white, rolling into the backs of their heads. Simultaneously thunderclouds appeared and threatened to take down the angelic army.
It was then I remembered more of the stories of old. For humans now referred to the Watchers as the Titans from ancient Greece. A chill ran down my spine. What would humans do if they knew the truth? That everything they’ve ever known, every story passed down for entertainment was, in fact, truth, and much worse than even their imaginings.
The battle went on for seven days and seven nights, until finally, El’s army took over. Azazeel barely escaped with his life. The rest of the Watchers were chained and sent into the Abyss.
Michael opened a hole into the earth, and Gabriel, Raphael, and Uriel threw the ones who had fallen into their tormenting prison.