Nephilim

10 - The Unleashed

I didn't know how to communicate with the thing in my head. Was I supposed to speak out loud? With this major headache?

I can hear your thoughts. You hear mine. That's how we communicate. Speaking out loud will just make you look like an idiot. Also, you just called me a 'thing' in your head. I'm hurt.

I had a feeling that it was being sarcastic about being hurt.

You think? Why do you call me 'it'?

I couldn't possibly explain how weird it was to have a proper conversation in my head. Is this how insane people felt? How could you teach yourself to believe something? I was calling it, 'it' because I didn't know what it was. It was talking to me, sure. It was in my head, sure. It seemed very, very real, sure. But I didn't know what it was. I didn't know so much. This humbled me. I hated it.

Now, I agree you have plenty to learn. But you do know what I am. The angel told you. And it's not just me. It's you *AND* me. While in your head we may be different, we are essentially one to the rest.

I was almost afraid to think anything. This was insane. I was going to have to train myself to not think.

Hey hey! Come now. You can't stop thinking. You can share anything with me. You're not going insane. Just calm down.

How the fuck was I supposed to calm down?! I had a thing in my head!

Again, that's rude. You know who I am.

Right. The Nephilim. That's all I know. Belonged to a tribe created by God. Killed it's own kind. It was in my fucking head. Self preservation was starting to kick in real fast. I tried to calm myself and keep myself blank. It wasn't working. My head was pounding and my arm was burning. I was in agony.

You're resisting me too hard. It will kill you. Just you. I will remain alive. I am not a parasite. You are not a host. You are something that will become the perfect embodiment of what I am meant to be. As I said before, we are one. You called me a Nephilim. Yes, I am. You think God punished me because I killed my kind? You need to sit down. I have a story to tell you. It doesn't end well.

I obeyed it and sat down, still clutching my forearm and a bottle of water from the fridge. I laid it against the sigil to try to cool it down. It helped but only a little. Considering there was a thing in my head, I was relatively calm. I tried as hard as I could to not think anything. It wasn't easy. But my pain threshold was definitely increasing. I didn't know whether that was a good thing or bad.

Let's talk about God. You call me a 'thing' or 'it'. Well, I am not. But God is. God isn't a person nor does he resemble one. God is substance. It's a force. It's a balancing act. God is it.

I let this information sink in. In my head conjured up a picture of this source of light. The light was a fierce white. Nothing I had seen was whiter than that. And it looked solid. The image suddenly disappeared when the Nephilim started talking again.