As he awoke he noticed an ache in his shoulder. Through the haziness of his misty eyes he could see that he was still in the same vat. The others too were beginning to wake. “Turanel,” he called.
A groggy Turanel answered, “Thalen?”
“Yes it’s me, how do you fare?”
Turanel then wept loudly, “My glory has left me.” He sobbed bitterly.
“Do you know what they have done to us?” said Thalen sternly because he wanted Turanel to be quieter.
Attempting to still his sorrow he replied, “They have taken … our glory from us.”
“Do you have a pain in your shoulder?”
“Is that what pain is?”
Trying to lift his head a little more he struggled against the vile liquid. “I think they are experimenting on us. I think that Hananel sent us on this ‘mission’ to fall into the trap. I think…” he trailed off.
“What brother?” asked Turanel.
“I think they are using our flesh to make Nephilim.”
“B…but that is a sin worthy of destruction.”
They both wept together.
Gingel then entered the room, “So you have guessed the purpose of the deception?” he hissed at Thalen.
“Surely the Lord would know that we did not do this willingly?”
“We needed your offspring to be from good angels so that God would not destroy them. He would not destroy the innocent,” he laughed in a maniacal way before he threw a switch and emptied all of the vats.
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The Twenty Four
FantasyAs he was being birthed in the Bosom, Kendra was fated to be at war with his own kind. His ancestors, the Twenty Four, were good angels who had been deceived into creating progeny that would eventually be at war with all of the 'giants in the earth'...
