Living up to expectations

A Nephilim is a creature with the physical abilities of a human being, in which some abilities are strengthened by the grace of an angel. A Nephilim is born from the combined DNA of a human and an angel. Part of the inheritance of their Angel parent, the Nephilim will be born with the knowledge of the Book of Enoch. This means they can talk in the old Enochian language. Without the proper education however, the Nephilim will not master the language, but rather happen to know it's contend.

Angels are not supposed or allowed to intercede with a human being. Therefore, a Nephilim is a disgrace to heaven. Angels of the lord will need to destroy the Nephilim if they encounter one. The Nephilim is also a disgrace to earth. It is not human, therefore it wasn't supposed to have a place on the Earth God created. Humans cannot understand and comprehend with the abilities of a Nephilim. Therefore, humans must serve God and attempt to destroy the creature.

Even the abominations from Hell, demons and sorts, will attempt to murder the Nephilim. They will not do this out of loyalty for God, but rather for the sense they feel with the Nephilim. They can sense that the Nephilim is even more despised that its own being, therefore they have the need to destroy it.

Nephilim are extremely dangerous. Not only do they have the warrior mentality of an Angel, which will make them fierce soldiers without a leader or course, but they have no control over the emotion anger. In the childhood of the Nephilim this will not show clearly, but as the creature reaches adulthood, it will continue to grow angrier. Nephilim are not able to control themselves when they reach the state of intense fury. This is recognizable by the eyes turning a complete and devilish white. In this state, the Nephilim will destroy everything. Every Nephilim will kill humans, at one point in their existence.

Aliza tried to remember all the things she knew about Nephilim. It was hard to concentrate with all her emotions floating around. Some things she couldn't remember clearly. But the part about the anger building up, that she knew for sure. So she was doomed to become a hothead, with a possibility of killing someone. That didn't help her emotions to settle down.

Her house was too small for her in this state. She had called Harry and hung up before he could answer. She wanted to talk to someone, but reminded herself that she couldn't. What would she say? 'Hey Harry, just figured out my daddy was an angel, and now I am a creature worse than demon scum!'

She ended up driving up to the city. She took a long stroll down the streets, but found it all too crowded. All these people, not knowing what she is or will be. But what if they knew? They would despise her. Like the angry mob chased down Frankenstein…

Without even realizing, her feet carried her to her favorite café. It was very quiet inside, so she decided to take the little comfort she could find. She walked in without greeting Richard, the bartender. He followed her with his eyes, reading her frustration. Aliza settled down in one of the booths at the window. She placed her elbows on the table and let her face disappear in her hands. She didn't want to face the world anymore.

Aliza sat there quietly for a good 30 minutes. Richard left her alone, knowing she wasn't here for the food. She was quiet on the outside, but in her head everything screamed at her. Voices telling her to embrace what she was, voices telling her to try and find a cure, voices telling her to find her true angel dad, voices telling her to kill herself while there was still no harm done…

'Knew I would find you here,' someone said beside her. Aliza still had her head in her hands – she hadn't moved at all – so she couldn't see her visitor. But she didn't have to.

'Please go away Harry,' she breathed. She tried not to sound too harsh, even though she felt like shouting at him.

Harry never listened. He sat down opposite her.

'Look, everyone has trouble with writing every now and then. Don't think this will last…'

'Oh for God's sake! This isn't about writing you moron!' Aliza spoke up when she finally lifted her head. Tears had dried on her cheeks, making her hair stick. She was flushed with the crying and the anger. She breathed heavily through her nose.

Harry looked at her in complete astonishment. He blinked a couple of times before answering.

'Then what? Paul? I thought you were over that guy,' Harry went on like those little things mattered. Aliza didn't cry. What did you solve with crying? She would never cry over something irrelevant like a guy. But Harry didn't know that. Harry was blind, like all the other humans.

She had felt like he understood her. But he could never understand her. He would only be a victim of her rage and frustrations.

She stood abruptly. It gained her the undivided attention from everyone in the small café.

'Harry, you will never understand what is wrong with me! You try to be different, but you are just like all those other wannabe's! I gotta deal with my own shit, and you ain't no part of my life! So get your ass out of it!'

She hated herself for screaming at him – in the old slang Bobby used to talk in – but she didn't really have a choice. And even if she did, her head could not comprehend that at the moment. All she felt, was anger. She knew it was the Nephilim side playing up.

Aliza turned and walked out of the café. She roamed the streets once more, until she got an idea.

'What's your name, sweetheart?'

'It's Collins for you, dear.'

'We've got a funny one ladies and gentlemen! Let's see whether this comedian can fight too!'

Aliza unzipped her jacket and threw it out of the cage. Her old habit – one she hadn't picked up since her college days – came back to her. She had found a good spot, where no one would know her. She needed some unfamiliar faces she could scream or punch at.

And the 'lady' she was going to fight was going to receive it. A bell rang and the fight started. The other woman engaged, but then didn't swing. She was provoking Aliza. And it worked. Aliza took a step forward and aimed for the face. However, the woman was fast enough to grab her hand and twist her wrist.

Aliza twitched to the ground, cradling her wrists. In all her enthusiasm, she had forgotten she was out of practice. The hunts she lately had, had been too easy. No real fights anymore.

With the technique partly gone, she focused on her energy. Energy flowing from her anger. She raised back to her feet in a second and kicked the woman fully in the stomach. She took a step back as she took the blow. Aliza gave a quick hit to the kneecaps. The woman fell to her knees. Aliza gave herself a moment to readjust her stance.

Then the woman was back on her feet and grabbed Aliza around her waist. She raised her with ease in the air and threw her in the iron fence. Aliza's head hit the metal hard. At that point, the last string snapped.

Aliza lunged forward. She grabbed the woman around her neck and squeezed. The woman choked and tried to claw at Aliza. Just when she started to turn purple, Aliza released her neck to slam her across the face. And again. And again. Blood started pouring from her nose and mouth. And again. This felt really good. And again. Even harder.

'Mercy!' she screamed. 'Stop!'

And again.

'Okay, stop it! You have won!' the contest leader yelled when he came into the cage. He put his hand on Aliza's arm to stop her from hitting again. Aliza faced him for a second before she punched him too. The guy fell backwards on his ass. He looked back up in shock. The most unsettling thing about her, were her eyes. Not because of their different colors. They had turned an illuminous white.

Aliza focused back on the woman. She wasn't conscious anymore. She didn't even listen to the people yelling at her to stop. That she would kill the woman.

She would kill the woman.

She raised her arm again. The whole audience screamed: NO!

She looked down at the first human she would kill. Every Nephilim will kill someone.

Was she going to prove she was a monster? Was she going to let God and his angels win?

Aliza lowered her hand and walked out of the deadly silent bar.

I know, this was a very short one.

BUT, we are down to the most interesting part! Now that the backstory is fullfilled, we can focus on the present!

Or at least, some form of present along the seasons. If you are still reading, thank you for your dedication. I hope you like it so far.

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