This was no heavenly realm. This was death and destruction, hardship and strife.
To know the only living God of the universe, man would have to rely on the unseen, a heart forged with hope and faith in a creator that natural eyes would feast on no more. But He will see them. And He will surround them with His angels, His messengers of light, to protect and to serve his new creation.
And He will love them, because God is love, and He is full of grace and mercy.
The Sectors and Fems all look to the Earth, and to those spectacular creatures, with great interest, but some of the angels became enamored.
Demetri nods to one of the Seraphs. “The daughters of men, they are beautiful. Are they not?”
A flock of messenger angels draws in close as we inspect the fairer of the creatures of Earth with their flowing hair crowning their glory like exotic flowers. Their skin is smooth in appearance, soft to the touch, their bodies robust and curvaceous. They speak in warm tones, their eyes filled with love and kindness. They nourish with their hands; they love with full hearts. And they are the nexus of every human to exist outside of the garden, for through them is the portal to enter the planet and there shall be no other natural way. They are perfect in form and function, magnified with ethereal beauty that man cannot fully comprehend.
Demetri rumbles with a soft laugh. “Why, Candace, it’s clear human women were modeled after you.”
“Yes,” I say. “But only Eve was in my exact likeness.”
Sector Marshall strides up, illuminated by a deep lavender glow, and his very presence causes Demetri to scatter like a mouse.
“My love.” Sector offers a slight bow in my presence. “I take it you are in charge of their destinies. How does this appeal to your senses?”
“I have no pride. I am honored that as a part of the Decision Council, I am charged to carry out the task. And I’m not alone in the endeavor. I was given Rothello of the Millennium to assist, as well as Aramous and Delario,two of your kind as well.”
“The destinies of humans are in good hands,” he says.
“It is so.”
A burst of laughter emits from a small crowd behind us, and we turn to find Demetri regaling the masses.
Sector Marshall lets out a deep sigh. “What do you think he’s up to?”
“What he’s always up to,” I say. “He’s scheming. He’s not satisfied to be your subordinate.”
“Yes, well”—Sector Marshall chortles as if this delighted him, and I have no doubt it does—“what His Majesty decrees shall be so. And it is certainly so, is it not?”
“Now, now.” A small laugh of my own trembles from me. “You and I both know there was no such decree. He’s quite susceptible to usurping your authority. Worry not, Sector Marshall. The Master knows exactly what He intends on utilizing you for. Though it tarries, wait for it. And don’t grow so comfortable in your seat on high. Demetri’s people, the Fems, are as cunning as they are determined to swallow up any power you might be holding onto. Demetri does enjoy making a spectacle of others.” I nod to the angels gathered around him. “He’s goading them, as we speak, to descend upon the daughters of men. What do you propose will come of that?” The trace of a knowing smile graces my lips.
Sector Marshall nods. “A mess, undoubtedly.”
“One that you and I will be left to clean up.”
He nods my way. “Let us not forget—even the instruments of wickedness can be utilized for the Master’s purpose.”
“And He shall work all things together for the good of those who love Him. It will be beautiful.”
He nods my way. “Here’s to a beautiful mess.”
“Indeed it will be beautiful. I’ll make certain we both benefit supremely from whatever folly that serpent leads our way. A beautiful mess, indeed.”
Time and chance happened to those on the Earth, and some of the angels were indeed entranced by the daughters of men. Others followed and went against the natural decree to leave them be, and they lay with them and they had children.
These children grew to be men and women who held exceptional powers. They had become false gods to those that roam the Earth. And soon enough, they will be heralded as the heroes of old—men of renown. The Nephilim, as they are called, though they will remain on the planet until its destruction, had been culled to the brink of extinction during the time of the great flood. However, through one of the wives of Noah, they lived on, their numbers growing nominally with each passing day.
And since the flood they have worked tirelessly to preserve their anonymity. They have learned a valuable lesson from their ancestors and do not wish to be tamed by humans, nor do they wish to rule over them. Instead, they choose to live in peace. To achieve dominion side by side with their human brethren.
There will be a time, however, when their appetite for power will rouse. There will be chaos within the five Factions that will cause them to stumble. And during those dark hours, discord will rule the entire world.
I see this now. Right here in its infancy. And I’ve already decided how fate must right this. And it will. All things will work together for the good of those that love Him, even this beautiful, beautiful mess. Just like the humans need a savior, these half-breeds do as well—not for their souls, He’s already met the need.
In a lesser capacity they will need a being, much like myself, who will step in and be a balm for their people. I will provide a leader for the Factions—bones of my bones, a child brought from my loins. A daughter. And for her I will scour all of human history to find the soul best suited to be her mate. He will love her like no other. He will worship her the way she deserves to be worshipped. He will be her helpmate. And together, through their love, they will create offspring that will turn the tide of this unruliness forever.
