A/N: Still in the prologue stage. Detailing how the Watchers fell.

Revelations

(Chapter II: Woe, Woe, My Brothers)

Heaven is good. Heaven is a good place. Heaven has good loyal angels. Heaven has a good Father. So, why does repeating that over and over feel like lying? They aren’t supposed to lie. It’s bad, a sin.

Adam and Eve and all of their spawn came from dusty sand and wet sucking clay, then born bloody and naked from the womb. They are clumsy and awkward. They need. They can die, if they’re not careful. They are curious and gullible and that was their downfall. So why does Father love them more? He spends all His time watching them, enamored. Sometimes Metatron and Sandalphon try and coax Him away, but they always fail.

Angels are better than humans, some of them think, and suddenly they know Envy. They are scared on the inside. They aren’t supposed to feel like that! It’s bad!

The Grigori are the Watchers so they do what they do best and watch. They watch the humans slave away just to keep living. It is pathetic. But they disobeyed Him, and they’re being punished for it, so Semyaza and his Watchers won’t interfere, even if they feel sympathy for the pitiful creatures.

Eventually they learn that watching is a mistake. The more they watch, the more they want. They watch the daughters of man the most. They are smooth and sweet in all the right places. They are different than the angels who resemble them, all sharp edges and cold skin. Man’s daughters are nothing like that, with silky manes and soft shoulders, rounded breasts and beautiful curving hips, slender waists and lithe thighs that are stained with soil when they grow older and work the earth.

The Grigori want them so so so much. They debate for long hours about which choice they should make. Lust has clouded their minds and judgment. The love of their Father seems paltry compared to the supple Eves awaiting them.

So they swear an oath.

They descend and do not look back.

Father does not notice right away.

They take the women as brides, as a mortal man would. Whether they love them or not is impossible to tell. They have not existed long enough to know love that is not for their Father. The Grigori take great pleasure in their bodies, making love to their wives time and time again. It is Azazel who first observes that something is wrong.

They have seen women’s bellies swell and grow full with child, but never like this. They grow to impossible proportions; most of the women die before the birth, but this does not stop their grisly offspring.

The Nephilim rise from their mother’s corpses and devour them. It is as if Gluttony has been born into the mortal realm in many different bodies. They eat everything. Anything they can grab with their large boorish hands is fair game.

Semyaza looks on in horror at his grotesque children and the way they ravage Man. The horror he and his Watchers feel is nothing compared to the Father’s supreme rage. He is indescribably furious with them. He hates what they have done to his wonderful creations, how they’ve twisted and tainted their bloodlines.

They’ve ruined themselves. They are no longer good. They do not deserve to return to Heaven. He does not want their corrupted love. So he sends him to the place where his sisters and brothers dwell. At first, they are terrified and beg beg beg to be allowed home but Father will have none of that.

Pride is the Mother there, so she takes them into her arms, and in time, their sobbing and grieving ceases and they see the wrong that lies within their unreachable brethren.

Lucifer watches his brothers fall. He sees how unforgivable Father is. He knows it is wrong. The secretive jealously and resentment that began with the arrival of Adam and Eve grows into anger.