The Watchers

The world is old, but humanity is young. Long before the kingdoms remembered by later ages, before the great cities were buried beneath sand and before the waters of the Flood covered the earth, Heaven opened its gates. The Watchers descended. They were not demons when they came. They were beings of Heaven: ancient, beautiful, terrible, intelligent beyond human measure, appointed to watch over the mortal world. But they broke the boundary between Heaven and Earth. They took human women as wives, fathered children, and revealed knowledge that humanity had never been meant to possess. Weapons. Metallurgy. Sorcery. Divination. The secrets of the heavens. The properties of plants and roots. The hidden arts of enchantment. The knowledge of war. The secrets of creation. Their children became the mighty ones of the ancient world. The Nephilim. Giants. Some are merely enormous. Others are monstrous. Some possess intelligence equal to or greater than human kings. A few are so powerful that entire cities pay tribute to them. They are not a single race. They are a generation born from the collision of Heaven and Earth. And now something has gone terribly wrong. The giants are dreaming. They dream of mountains collapsing. They dream of trees being uprooted. They dream of a great flood swallowing cities. They dream of their own bodies lying beneath endless waters. They dream of Enoch standing before a throne of fire. They dream of angels descending with chains. They dream of a judgment that cannot be fought. The dreams are spreading. Humans are beginning to have them. The giants are terrified. The Watchers are divided. Enoch knows more than he is willing to say. Noah has begun building something enormous in secret. And somewhere beyond the visible heavens, armies are preparing. The Flood is coming. But the Flood is not necessarily the greatest danger. Something may survive it. Something that Heaven itself fears.