Nephilim

"You are charged with protecting humanity. It is your duty, you will do it well. And when the time comes, you will die for it"

Nephilim

The moon shone high in the sky, bathing the city of New York with its shining white light, although its full effect could not be felt in the midst of millions of artificial lights. A figure clad in dark clothing perched atop one of the tall buildings that jutted out of the landscape.

The tall young man scanned the city with dark brown eyes, black hair swaying in the wind. The sounds of the city swam annoyingly through his ears. The honking of car horns, pedestrians shuffling through the sidewalks, their feet pounding against the pavement. The loud wailing of police sirens sounded in the distance.

The young man longed for the peace and quiet of his childhood home. The little town in Ohio that he had grown up in with nights spent staring up at the stars while his mother yelled at his drunken father. He would lose himself in the stars, reseeding from the world and the screams of his parents into the infinite sky.

The stars didn't show themselves in the city. The cool night breeze hit him, making the large feathered wings that arched out of his back shudder.

The wings. The ten foot wide appendages that changed his life forever. It was his sixteenth birthday and he had expected to wake up, receive a half hearted morning ceremony from his mother and go about his day. Instead his waking breath was met with bone shattering pain in his back.

The pain was so intense, yet so soothing. He had stumbled off his bed ripping his t-shirt off in the process. He had struggled to his feet and examined himself in the mirror.

The sight before him nearly stole consciousness from him. Extending from his shoulder blades were feathers, bright white feathers. He'd barely had time to be shocked for no sooner had he glimpsed the feathers than they began to multiply and grow. The pain intensified and he was forced to his hands and knees. He could feel the wings growing out of his back, pulling him at him, ripping and tearing his muscles.

He wanted to scream and cry but he remained silent and clawed the ground savagely, hundreds of splinters burying themselves under his fingernails. Hot salty tears streamed down his face as he prayed for the pain to end.

Then when he felt as though he would die from pain, they came. He remembered them leaning over him as the world vanished.

He had remained unconscious for days, finally waking up to find himself thrust into world that was much bigger than him.

A world where winged men prowl the night, hunting demons. They called themselves Nephilim

"You were created by the archangels many years ago" He still remembered Gadreel's hoarse voice. "You are charged with protecting humanity. It is your duty, you will do it well. And when the time comes, you will die for it"

He had fought, argued, attempted to flee, but in the end, he accepted his 'fate'. And soon he too was roaring their motto, his motto.

"Ignis Dei" He whispered before shooting off the rooftop.