Nephilim… descendants of the Fallen. The ones who will bring darkness to the world. We are children of man and possess powers far beyond human comparison and for that, we have been chosen to die.

Without even having a say in the matter this was our destiny. There was no way anyone could argue against this. As long as we existed then the world could never be at peace. To them, we held no purpose and were even worse than the demons who hid below us.

For a while, I wanted to ignore all of that and focus on something that I haven’t really appreciated until now: family. I was adopted at a young age by Ryo Kiyomizu. Thanks to him I was able to understand just how warm the love of a father could be.

But, deep down, I knew that there was something else missing within my life. I was missing the connection of having my biological father around. One of the Fallen’s. This tormented me and pecked at my mind for years….

He had the balls to reveal himself to me. My father Azazel swallowed up all of his fear and anxiety and greeted me not just by himself, but with another family. A brother and a sister… but my biological mother was nowhere to be found.

The Angels… the ultimate forces of good deemed that she wasn’t good enough to live after falling in love with a Fallen. I hated them for this… I could only see my mother through pictures and stories told by my biological siblings.

Those wounds took a while to heal, but eventually, I realized that I was blessed. I had two families who could coexist and I never took them for granted despite their many flaws. Thanks to them I was able to get through high school while keeping my abilities in check from the outside.

Speaking of abilities, the Kiyomizus are known for secretly slaying demons that hunt the unsuspecting humans of Tokyo. They’ve dedicated their entire lives to hunting these monsters along with other rival families.

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Am I forgetting anything…? It’s kind of hard to keep up with all of the details when you feel like your life is flashing before your very eyes. All I know once I got older and started embracing my angelic heritage I started hated humans.

I hated how selfish they were, how ignorant they were. I hated how hurtful they could be. And I also hated how lovable they were. Everything about their existence I hated. I also hated that they could live free and not have to worry about this divine order.

An order to eradicate any Nephilim spotted amongst the public. The Angels were desperate to kill us all. Even if it meant revealing themselves to the public. It wasn’t hard to spot us… after all when our powers were active our eyes would change colors. We’d also at times release an intense amount of aura.

My brother… was just like me. He had the same burdens, but he lacked the hatred I did. In fact, he loved everything about this earth. He was so happy and proud to exist. He was the one who got me into digital art and why I even decided to take it at Uni.

Maybe I did it because I wanted to spend more time with him. Our bond seemed like it grew every day and I could tell him everything… Akihisa I love you. Even though I don’t say it, I really mean it.

Fuck… why am I saying that…? Is it because I know?

The reality was something that snapped back roughly. What had happened…? Everything was going so well. Oh, that’s right… the world was catching up with them. It wouldn’t allow anyone to be happy for too long.

“You thought you could run and hide forever…? You had to know that we’d find you.”

I warned him of the dangers. He wanted to save a woman who was about to be killed by a deranged serial killer. No normal college student could stop someone like that on their own. But, when you could turn someone into goop with a mere touch it didn’t matter.

But, they were followed… by an all-powerful Arcangel.

And there they were in the middle of the crosswalk. The people who were around suddenly vanished into thin air as if they didn’t exist. And Akihisa was bleeding profusely from the spear wound that he suffered to his chest.

His body fell back and nearly went limp. Even with his angelic abilities, being harmed by such an all-powerful figure would take time to heal and a lot of energy. In the meantime, the two were frozen with fear.

Standing amongst them was none other than the Archangel Raphael… the one who could heal even the sickest of people.

He was a rather tall one, standing at seven feet tall and wearing a green robe. His wings were rather elegant, six white feathery creations that sprouted from his back. His spear was golden and bestowed with many jewels.

“By the grace of God, I promise…. I’ll make things painless for you. That much I can promise you.”