Nephilim
Summary: She was the last of the pure Angels in Heaven. Her voice called out to the souls of all, her laughter brought peace to even the darkest of souls. She was born of light, and was loved and protected by all the Angels of Heaven... But some plot to kill her but instead of killing her, they somehow managed to drop her on Earth, making her A Fallen instead and to make matters worst she falls into the Territory of a Demon...The Demon... The Demon Lord Himself. Who takes interest in this pure little Angel thrown into 18th century Earth.
Chapter 4: Gathering of the Fallen
As I sat there thinking about what I was going to do, the door to the room I was in creaked open and a curly red haired young woman peeked in, smiling at me from behind the door.
"You must be our new guest. Hello there I am Molly, its nice to meet the Angel who has Berly in a twist." I took her hands, quite aware that she too was a Nephilim. Although unlike the others, she was not threatening me or trying to kill me. Infact she was the first well behaved Nephilim I had come across.
Her gentle and inviting smile might have been mistaken for that of an Angels, but her aura never will be.
The Nephilim exuded an aura quite opposite that of Heaven's creatures, and their wings were not pure white, they had a variety of colors none of which were white.
"It is nice to meet you Molly. Its a relief to meet a Nephilim who is not vying for my life." She laughed at that, taking the dress out of my hands and helping me into it.
"I see that the rumors are true. You really cannot help what you say. Do you ever sensor your words before you speak?" The question was foreign to me. Why would I need to sensor my words when I had every intention of speaking what was in my soul.
I would never fear to reveal the truth of my being. The Heavenly Father had bestowed every one of his children with an inner truth, a truth that they should always turn towards for guidance for it is always the Right path.
It was a part of his reminder to all of his creatures that despite how perfect they may seem in form, mind and soul, they are in fact imperfect.
"I speak what I behold as a truth. I shall always do so, it is my way to be truthful. But I can understand why you Nephilim would not want the truth from an Angel of Heaven." She smiled at that, her eyes taking on a distant sheen, as if she were remembering something from a long time ago...perhaps when she herself was an Angel and had those same thoughts.
"Do not assume the worst of us Serenity. Not all Nephilim are alike, just like not all Angels are alike." I could understand not all Nephilim being alike, she was a testament to the fact that perhaps there were some nice Nephilim around. However we Angels shared a common root when it came to certain principles...honesty being of course one of the major ones.
There is no Angel in Heaven that would not speak the truth of their souls at any given time. That is one of the reasons Angels could not keep secretes, they must always speak what is truth.
"I only claim what I do know of. And although I do not know much about the Nephilim through my own experiences with your kind, I have heard enough stories and seeing as how Angels are unable to lie I doubt what they claim of your kind is false." She finished tying up the back straps of my milky white dress and turned me around to examine my face with sad eyes.
" Come. Since words cannot seem to convince you then perhaps seeing might do more so. I wish to introduce you to the reason for my Fall from Grace." I did not have time to protest for she took a hold of my hand and hauled me out of the room and into the hallway.
Nephilim and human servants all made way for us as we passed by them. I took notice of a few Nephilim who snarled at me while others bowed their heads down to avoid Molly's gaze as we slowed down to a walking pace.
We entered through huge dark doors, with carvings of Angels Falling from Heaven to Hell in a most bizarre form.
Unlike the usual images I was used to seeing from other Angel's memories; this painting depicted Hell as a place illuminated by a Golden light, a light that the Angels of Heaven were fleeing towards.
The picture made it seem as if the Angels had wanted to Fall, as if their Fall had been a good thing.
Of course I knew that was false, no Angel would want to leave the Grace of Heaven, not for any reason at all.
"What is this?"
"See for yourself." Molly opened the doors. I froze.
The room was brightened by a few rays of the sun's light, but it was still darker than normal. The wall was painted a dark violet color. The floor was decorated with black obsidian that reflected the forms of the Nephilim occupying beautifully carved black oak chairs.
Nephilim who turned the full power of their gazes upon me as I stood at the entrance of what seemed like a grand meeting of sorts. Though the sight of them had shocked me, I was even more brittled at the sight of their wings and their true faces.
The room through all of its dark colors was alight with the colorful wings of the Nephilim. There were all kinds of beautiful colors behind each Nephilim, spanning upwards to dorm dazzling wings.
I saw the beautiful markings that smeared their flesh, giving their faces a sort of exotic tone to it. Some of them bore horns, tails and claws as a mark of their rank. I saw eye that were as varied in color as their wing colors were.
I could never see this in Heaven. All Angels had the same wings, the same eyes and the same hair...some, a select few such as the Elementals were born with eyes and hair colors that reflected their elements, but their wings were white as every other Angels' in Heaven.
Seeing this now I could not help but think Heaven bleak.
"What is the meaning of this...Infidel Angel." One of the Nephilim barked at me. I knew very well that I was in trouble, and that I was going to need to take careful action against the situation I was in.
"Calm down Nero. That is my new guest. So calm down and take your seat." Darien turned towards me and looked at me smiling gently as he seductively looked at me from underneath his lashes. I moved towards him, away from the door, from any means of escape and further into the nest of snakes.
When I neared him enough, he grabbed hold of me and threw me against him. Seating me in his lap where I nervously stole peeks at the others in the room while he took my hair into his hands and gently sniffed at it.
"Continue Gentlemen." Darien's voice rang hight as he looked up from my hair while still maintaining his gentle but possessive hold on me, none of the Nephilim in the room met his eyes when he looked up, a clear sign of his power and dominance over everyone in the room.
"You cannot be serious?" A different voice from a beautiful man with blond hair and deep blue eyes rang out from besides me. I looked at him slightly trying to see who he was only to have Darien's hands clasp my eyes and turn my face away.
"I am more than serious. Now do as I command, I am becoming extremely agitated by your current disobedience. Remember child, I have no problem showing you exactly where your place lies within this household...don't tempt me any-further." Darien did not look away from me again, he just slightly glared at the man from the corner of his eyes, before he returned to gayly smile at me. His apparent moon swings was becoming somewhat problematic for me to keep a track of.
I was extremely agitated, caught in between the two. I was curious about what was taking place, but not for the wrong reasons, I was just plainly too confused and I wanted to know.
But the rising tension in the room made my wings bristle. Darien gently smoothed his hands down my wings feeling the feathers shake.
I calmed down, finding his touch strangely relaxing.
"Do I need to repeat myself?" Darien's voice was nothing more than a mere whisper that rang through the room, angry and cold, sending heat blowing at every direction. I looked at him surprised at the emencity of his powers. while he just looked down at my hair, finding something about it comforting for some strange reason.
"No my lord... As I was saying. We have prepared an army to attack the Angels within a decade. At the mean time, your little viper, is getting stronger by the second by feeding off of Angels." That had my head snapping to the direction of a speaker.
A young man with long silver hair that feel down his back, held in a loose not at the base of his neck. His eyes were silver like his hair, completely enhancing his tanned face.
His eyes were eerie, and they seemed to see deep into the soul of anyone it laid upon.
"And how are they managing to get to those Angels?" Darien asked, he was looking at the man more intently now, focusing his piercingly serious gaze at him.
"Intercourse my Lord." I immediately sat up turning my focus fully on the Nephilim as the incredulity of his words reached me.
"That is ridiculous. Angels do not take part in such bestial and primitive actions."
"You truly are ignorant...and pure... but unfortunately for you, not all of your friends are the same. Some like to get down and dirty with Nephilims..." A brown haired man chided looking down at a piece of parchment in front of him.
"That is not true Angels cannot commit such sinful..." Darien placed a hand on my lips.
"Serenity...remember why I brought you here?"Molly spoke up calling attention to her position, right next to the man. who had made that previously horrid statement.
"to tell me the reason why you Fell." I responded. She nodded
"Yes... and this is the reason I fell." Molly leaned over her seat and planted a full, throat deep kiss on the man's lips. He took a hold of her waist and pulled her down towards him, then went on further to move his hands to her buttocks. They seemed to be caught in a battle, but the moaning they were making, was out of pure joy.
My face heated up and out of pure instinct I covered my face with my hands and turned towards Darien's chest.
I heard his deep throaty laugh as his arms yet again encircled me bringing me closer to him while holding me tighter.
"I apologize Serenity. We tend to be a little over...well, I thought you should know that. Not all Angels Fall because of lack of faith or because of disobedience...some Fall because of Love, because in Heaven Love is a sin." I turned back towards her, slightly red from what I had previously seen.
" That is not Love, it is lust. Love, is a sin because it should be preserved not for one man, but for the entirety of The Heavenly Father's children." My voice came out in a shrill even to me.
"Love should be for all. That is extremely selfish. How can you be so indifferent to everyone and claim that you love them?" Darien asked puling my head away from his chest to give me a droll, almost annoyed look.
I hated that look in his eyes, I liked it better when he looked at me with a smile in his eyes, or with some happy emotion etched deep inside his eyes, not with this annoyance of his.
"It is not selfish. But you Nephilim would not understand that." I snapped back pulling my head out of his reach.
Darien took a hold of my jaw in one hand and forced my head to turn towards the room and its occupants, all of whom were looking at me with either dissapointment or pure anger.
"You blind little child. You are too inexperienced to understand the different between a Nephilim and a True Fallen..." He sighed as if it were an unfortunate phenomenon.
"most of you Angels are... only the elementals and a few of the punishers can even tell the difference." I snatched my head away and glared at him.
"There is no difference." I declared looking straight at his overly annoyed face.
"Do you know what it means to be a Fallen?"
"Of course? It means to be Nephilim, to be out of God's Grace." He chuckled at that turning slightly to look at someone sitting opposite him. His laughter rattled me and made me immensely wish I was not there for his mockery.
"Typical... Anyways back to more important matters, how is our fragile companions handling the change in things." Darien completely ignored me, tucking me further into the nook of his arm so that I was seated against him like a little child. Making light of my comment as if to indulge my childish temperament.
My feet were dangling of to the side where I swung them slowly pouting my lips at him.
They commenced their discussion about some plan with the demons and the war with the Angels. I continued pouting while I ignored all of their chatter and Darien's roaming hands, and his gentle breath sending tendrils of my hair flying everytime he spoke.
I tried not to care, not to be bothered by him, but by the time the meeting had ended three hours later I was beet red, and breathing deeply.
"Are you feeling good little one?" The teasing in his tone did not go unnoticed. I knew that he was well aware of the states I was in; and that he was taking too much pleasure from my tortured state of being.
"Why are you doing this to me...?" I gasped when he used his teeth to gently nip at my ear lobe. I sprang up about to run out the door and follow the others when I saw movement to my right.
"He enjoys taking virgins...especially virgins like yourself... innocent little angels who fall into his arms.." The voice was smooth, soft, and menacing. The revolts of hatred and darkness passing through from the being sent me back a couple of steps and right back into Darien's lap.
"What brings you here?" Darien sighed, his voice completely monotonic and his face blank, not a hint of emotion, not even annoyance showed in his face as he looked at the man who was now walking towards us with hot red anger in his eyes.
He sat on the table's edge, his elbows gently brushing against mines.
"I came to see mother...but then I find out that you've gotten yourself a new slut...must be nice to be able to just throw women aside after you are done with them." He was talking to Darien, but looking at me.
I had the oddest notion that he could not meet Darien's eyes for some reason.
I knew yet again that I was in quite a predicament seated here between these two obvious nemesis. I wanted to move, to be gone completely but I couldn't move not with Darien holding me so tightly to him.
"Yes how is your dear mother doing?" Darien's voice became mocking turning the anger in the young man's face into pure rage. He took a lock of my hair brought it to his nose and sniffed it in the same manner that Darien had done earlier.
"Better...she's going through her usual rage fits...apparently men have an issue with powerful women." He released my hair in order to take a hold of my chin. It did not receive well with Darien, he snatched me backwards, sending a hiss and an attack that left a reddish mark on the young man's hand and jaw.
"Possessive aren't you." He mocked nursing his hand gently and carelessly.
"What do you want Cain?" Darien snapped.
"I told you I came to see my mother." Cain's voice was droll, and he spoke slowly articulating the words for Darien to understand.
"Lilith did not inform me that you were coming." Darien sat up with me in his arms, but as he moved, Cain appeared in front of us his hand and cheeks still red.
"Yes well I am sure she did not think she would need to inform you."
They continued their arguments, but I did not pay attention to any of them. Cain. Lilith. Those were the names of some of Hell's worst devils.
And if Darien was Cain's father then that means he would be...A chill went down my back and I struggled out of Darien's arms.
He released me without a second thought too caught up in his argument with Cain. I appreciated their distracted state of mind and edge closer to the door afraid for the first time about what was happening.
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