Prologue 1

An old, white mansion stood on the outskirts of a small English town. Inside, a young man sat in front of a desk, his head bent over a piece of parchment. His hand was furiously scribbling words with a feather quill.

31st of October 1816

Journal Entry #5

Today I talked to Amiel. It was the second time we'd met since I arrived here on Earth. I tried hard to convince him to understand, but he stubbornly stuck to his beliefs and newfound principles. In fact, he still continues to see that woman from the next town.

I've tried my best to tell him that he might produce something which could become a threat to all worlds, both human and heavenly, yet he refuses to listen. He says that he can control himself, and that there is much more to be done here rather than anywhere else.

He also talked about how he fell from heaven, and why he believed that being fallen did not automatically brand you as something repulsive. There was still a matter of choice left. I could not comprehend him completely though. Much of the matters and ideologies on earth are still confusing to me. On the other hand, Amiel seems to have become a sudden expert on them.

His stubborn ideas are starting to frustrate me, something which I have never experienced before.


13th of November 1816

Journal Entry #9

Nephilim. The immortal offspring of fallen angels and humans. I had heard of them once before, many centuries after The Great Fall. The other angels didn't know how to rid the world of them since they pose as a threat to the human race, Camael had told me in his visit. He said it was a hard decision they had to make, choosing between Amiel's and the humans' welfare.

Amiel seemed to have borne a Nephilim to a human woman years ago. Since he had now made two grave mistakes over the years, it has been decided that he would be eternally punished as a demon in the fiery depths of Hell. My heart saddened at the thought.

I had seen the powerful Nephilim boy. He had a temper that could shake the earth in its intensity. But when his father was by his side, the wild thrashing waves would subside and turn into a calm sea. It was fascinating to watch how Amiel was so gentle and loving to his seven-year-old son. I couldn't let them take him away.

Before I changed my mind, I told Camael, "Punish me in his place." The Chief Angel of Powers looked me straight in the eye. He was surprised and so was I at my decision.

"No matter what you do, he will not go unpunished."

"I remain firm in my decision, as long as he is not cast into the depths of Hell. We are both angels, we are brothers, and I have a duty to him."

"You are noble, Ezrael. So be it", said Camael.

With blinding light, the avenging angels came down from heaven and stripped me of my wings.

And now I am fallen.