A vast white space occupied by nothing but 2 entities: a big winged being and a small formless one.
"This is very unusual," says the winged being. "Are you sure about this?"
"Isn't that the point?" says the formless being. "After all this trouble I thought I'd make it interesting."
"That depends entirely on you."
"Then yes, I'm sure."
"Good. The last time something like this happened was about two millennia ago. This sure might be interesting. I will be passing this to my brother."
"Nice. Am I going now?" says eagerly the formless being.
"We are not done yet. You forgot a very important detail."
"And what's that?"
"Your name."
"I thought we'd be using the one you just did."
"Of course not. You need a proper name."
"Well, since I'll be his son I think I got a good one."
"Good," the winged being readies his pen. "I hope you do not make it too obvious."
"I can't make any promises."
YOU ARE READING
Nephilim - After Birth
Teen FictionWho were the Nephilim? Giants? The offspring of fallen angels? Ancient heroes? Maybe all of them, or none of the above? Only Heaven-and Hell-might know the truth. It'll depend on the Nephilim of the present time whether they want a bite of that for...
