The first days showed no sign.
The sky was clear.
The air, motionless.
Men were still laughing, pointing at the Ark that towered over the hill.
But on the night of the seventh day, the atmosphere changed.
A vibration.
Subtle.
Deep.
Like a whisper rising from the foundations of the world.
Then…
Clouds formed at an impossible speed.
They twisted around themselves like immense beasts and took on the color of burning iron.
A brutal cold froze the land.
Noah felt the air compress.
He woke his family and the animals and shouted:
> "Get in! All of you! Now!"
His family ran toward the Ark.
The animals, guided by an invisible force, moved in tight ranks.
And all of them entered the Ark.
Then—
The first drop fell.
Only one.
Heavy enough to split the dry earth.
Then another.
And another.
Then…
The sky opened.
Not rain.
Not a storm.
But a vertical wall of water—brutal.
Humanity understood too late.
Laughter turned into screams.
Rivers overflowed within minutes.
Water rose like a living wall.
The first to react were the Nephilim.
Immense.
Powerful.
The winged Nephilim tried to rise.
Their wings beat furiously.
They climbed, climbed—
But the celestial gusts struck harder.
The rain turned into needles, piercing their thick skin.
Lightning seized them.
Their bodies fell, smoking, into the abyss.
The strongest tried to resist by building ramparts.
But the water never stopped.
It rose without fatigue.
The Nephilim roared.
Cried.
Begged the heavens they had despised.
They screamed the names of their angelic fathers—
But nothing happened.
Their cries fell on deaf ears.
In the end, only one remained, inside a tower created by his magic.
He placed one knee into the waters that covered his refuge.
He whispered:
> "Father… forgive me…"
The sea swallowed him.
And thus ended the race of the violent Nephilim.
Mountains were consumed.
Cities collapsed as if they had never existed.
Men ran, clinging to anything they could.
Some screamed the names of their gods.
Others struck the Ark with bloodied fists.
> "OPEN, NOAH! OPEN!"
But Noah was crying, face against the wood.
The Ark could not be opened.
The fate of the Earth was sealed.
Then the sound of the world disappeared.
There was only water.
And silence.
---
The calm of Paradise contrasted with the earthly apocalypse.
Michael walked through corridors of marble and light, still haunted by the spectacle of the Flood he had observed from above.
He approached Sera's office when the door suddenly opened.
Someone came out, clicking their tongue, walking with a relaxed yet incredibly arrogant stride.
Adam.
Adam:
> "Heeey, Mikky-boy! Still as tense as ever, huh?
You should smile sometimes—you'll end up fossilized."
He gave him an overly theatrical wink…
then walked away whistling.
Michael remained frozen.
He shook his head and entered.
Sera was writing on a luminous parchment.
Her aura felt heavier.
Sera:
> "Seriously, Michael, you're late to a meeting that you yourself scheduled with me."
Michael smiled awkwardly.
> "I apologize for my delay. It won't happen again."
Michael bowed.
> "Sera… I have a concern.
Regarding the deaths of humans during the Flood—
twelve million three hundred thousand humans…"
She didn't even look up.
> "The numbers have already reached me."
Michael:
> "Then you know what this means… all those people who died were sinners.
They will all go to Hell.
The number of sinful souls will be unprecedented.
Several of our brothers fear a new rebellion from Hell."
She finally raised her head, impassive.
> "Do not worry, Michael.
The situation is entirely under control.
I have already planned what is necessary."
He frowned.
> "What do you mean?
And why was Adam here?
What were you discussing?"
She closed her parchment.
Her gaze became sharp.
> "That… does not concern you.
Return to your duties."
Michael left the room, but suspicion lingered regarding Sera and Adam.
Further down a luminous corridor where remnants of the Flood's chants still floated, Gabriel was organizing crystal tablets.
Michael approached.
Gabriel raised an eyebrow.
> "You look strange, brother."
Michael whispered, glancing around:
> "Sera… I have the feeling that she and Adam are doing something suspicious, but I can't prove it…"
Gabriel:
> "Maybe if you arrived on time to meetings, you'd know that Adam's attitude toward Sera has been strange for a while.
But since you're always late and Adam leaves before you arrive, today is when you finally noticed."
Michael felt embarrassed realizing that all his brothers and sisters already knew this—and that he never noticed because of his tardiness.
Michael:
> "What do you mean by his attitude changing toward Sera?"
Gabriel:
> "Well, Adam acts far too casual with her, often imposing his point of view during meetings.
And Adam has been reprimanded several times by Sera when he tried to talk about the souls in Hell."
Michael:
> "Honestly, everything would be so much easier if Father were still here."
Gabriel:
> "Yes… you're right.
And the Flood—how did it go?
Is it… okay?"
Michael:
> "Yes, don't worry. All living beings on Earth are dead except the residents of the Ark and… the primordial beasts."
Gabriel:
> "No. That's not what I meant."
Michael:
> "Yes… that… could be okay…
That's his mother who was the most affected.
But it's what he deserved.
He was my son only by blood, energy, and name.
Beyond that, he behaved like a merciless monster.
Even if he tried to apologize at the end…
it was already too late…"
Gabriel stayed beside his brother as Michael stared toward the infinite horizon of Paradise, his heart heavy.
---
A few hours before the Flood
POINT OF VIEW: HERACLES
I remember my father coming to get me, to bring me to Heaven with him and my mother.
Huriel:
> "My son, the Heavens have decided to kill all living beings on Earth.
But they allowed me to come and save you.
Come with me."
I remember my mother was saddened to learn that her family and friends would die.
But she knew them better than anyone.
Her family never considered her.
They mistreated her.
Tried to force her into marriage.
That is why she no longer lived in her hometown—she had fled.
But when she met Huriel and decided to take the step of presenting him to her family, thinking they had changed and would focus on her happiness rather than marriage—
Those who dared call themselves her brothers and sisters, her mother and father, sent armed warriors to kill her and Huriel.
Huriel used his powers to destroy them.
That was the day she discovered he was an angel.
What she felt was not hatred—only pity toward those people who had done so much evil and finally reaped what they had sown.
Father transported us through a halo of light.
I closed my eyes, afraid of being blinded.
When I opened them, I saw the most beautiful thing I had ever witnessed.
An endless sky, yet solid ground—
as if the clouds supported my steps.
The air was not just pure.
It was alive.
It vibrated with ancient power.
The buildings were made of gold and various metals… strange.
The architecture was unlike Earth—refined and imposing at the same time.
Father left with Mother.
He told me to wait for the other Nephilim who had already arrived and would guide me.
He gave me a map, saying it would show me the way home, but advised that I could live anywhere since everything here was free.
Mother wanted me to live with them, but I told her I was already an adult and needed to live alone.
She sulked.
I told her I would visit.
In the end, she hugged me tightly and left.
As I contemplated the beauty of Paradise, other figures approached.
The other Nephilim.
Each introduced themselves:
Ayris, daughter of a Throne.
Levian, son of a Virtue.
And many others—some I had already met, others I didn't know.
We were not many.
Perhaps twenty.
Twenty Nephilim in a world that once had legions.
After several days of adaptation, we were led to the great hall of the Celestial Council.
I had never seen such a place.
Seraphim floated like living flames.
Thrones rotated slowly like rings of stars.
Dominations shone like columns of liquid gold.
And at the center… a Seraph my father had spoken of.
He told me she was the one to whom God entrusted command of Creation.
Lady Sera.
She observed us, and I felt as if she saw into the depths of my soul.
Sera:
> "Surviving Nephilim,
sons and daughters of the forbidden union between angels and humans…
even though I wished to annihilate you all, you remain my nieces and nephews.
Your actions on Earth, unlike others of your kind, were just and righteous.
Now that the Earth is purified, we grant you a choice."
Gabriel:
> "Two paths are open to you."
1. Remain in Heaven among the angels,
and learn the path of light, far from human wars.
Those who stay will become guardians, scholars, protectors.
2. Return to Earth—but not now.
The Earth must be reborn.
The survivors of the Ark must repopulate the world.
You may descend in a century, when humanity is stable again, and you will receive missions from Heaven.
Murmurs rose among the Nephilim.
Some were eager to return to a living world.
Others, weary of violence, looked toward Heaven with longing.
As for me…
I didn't know what to think.
The rest of the meeting was not very important.
Lady Sera informed us that before choosing, we would undergo training under Sir Michael.
I returned home after visiting Mother and Father and informing her of the situation.
She told me to follow my path and that she would accept my decision
We were awakened before dawn, when Paradise slowly shifted from white to gold.
That day, the Training began.
The gates of the celestial courtyard opened to let us enter.
A vast circular space, paved with smooth marble, surrounded by columns from which thin cascades of light flowed.
At the center…
Michael.
Straight.
Perfectly still.
A presence that crushed the very air itself.
At his side:
Gabriel, Azrael, Raguel, and even the taciturn Jophiel.
The five Archangels / Seraphim, gathered for us.
I swallowed.
This was serious.
Michael stepped forward.
> "Know this: you are here only to learn how to protect.
Whether you choose to go to Earth or remain in Heaven, you must always protect your neighbor."
Then he raised his sword.
A blade of light.
> "Today we begin with hand-to-hand combat training."
Michael demonstrated:
angelic guard stance = low posture, feet anchored, reduced center of gravity;
deflecting strikes with the forearm rather than the hands;
hip rotation to amplify strikes without forcing them;
ascending palm strikes to break balance;
pivot throws inspired by krav maga, adapted to our strength;
precise joint locks, impossible to break without real dislocation;
straight-line strikes (no useless flourishes).
Each technique was demonstrated on a Nephilim.
Each demonstration ended the same way:
Someone on the ground.
Gabriel taught differently—
fluid, fast, unpredictable.
> "You are strong. Too strong.
Your weakness is inertia.
You strike like oak trees.
I want you to strike like the wind."
He made us work on:
circular evasions,
side-step movements,
gaze feints,
three-phase attacks (feint / real movement / deflection),
flat-hand blocks.
Sweat flowed.
Paradise did not remove effort.
Michael said:
> "I am proud of you. Tomorrow, you will train with weapons."
We separated with bodies screaming in pain and overwhelming fatigue.
Tomorrow…
I wondered if…
we were truly in Paradise…
---
The next day
Raguel took over.
> "A weapon is only useful if you are its master."
He gestured.
Tables appeared—
covering the space with hundreds of real weapons:
short angelic blades (similar to gladius),
reinforced combat staves,
light spears,
long swords,
double axes,
semi-translucent shields,
blessed chains,
throwing weapons shaped like luminous disks,
And even what looked like shock gauntlets, vibrating like energy batteries.
Raguel concluded:
> "Choose the one that speaks to you.
Then you will learn how to use it properly."
The other Nephilim scattered to examine the weapons.
Me, I chose my fists.
Father once told me:
> "He who masters his hands never needs anything else."
Contrary to expectations, we did not receive classic training.
We fought duels.
I watched many of us clash—
until it was my turn.
I stepped into the arena.
My opponent approached.
Facing me:
Achilles, son of a high-ranking Power.
He wielded a white spear adorned with gold, forged of mythril
(considered the most resistant metal in Heaven).
Raguel raised his hand.
> "Simple rules.
No offensive magic.
No lethal strikes.
Victory goes to the one who takes full control of the other."
He lowered his hand.
> "Begin."
A circle of light formed around us and closed.
I raised my hands.
The mythril gauntlets sealed around my forearms, deep silver veined with light.
This metal… indestructible.
Forged in the celestial forges, where Archangels shape matter.
Achilles attacked without hesitation.
A fast thrust.
I parried with my forearm.
CLANG.
The spear tip slid over the mythril, unable to bite.
But the impact pushed me back a step.
The spear dominated mid-range.
I had to force entry.
I feinted left.
He struck right.
I deliberately absorbed the blow on the gauntlet,
then struck the spear shaft with my fist, cracking it.
Achilles stepped back, surprised.
He drew a knife.
A knife is treacherous.
Short strikes.
Tight angles.
I kept my elbows tucked.
A strike aimed for my ribs—I blocked with the gauntlet.
Another spear thrust aimed at my throat—I dodged and landed a straight punch to his sternum.
The mythril resonated, and Achilles was thrown backward.
He took a few seconds to rise.
When he stood, he looked at me—
With challenge.
He attacked immediately.
I felt something had changed.
He was serious now.
Three rapid thrusts.
Precise.
I parried the first.
The second grazed my flank.
The third forced me back.
I tried to advance.
Achilles retreated one step, then another.
Each time I entered, the spear point appeared.
I parried again.
But the shock traveled up to my shoulder.
My arm went numb.
He feinted high, then struck low.
The shaft hit my shin, and I staggered.
He had gained the advantage.
Seeing me slow, Achilles accelerated.
He used the shaft as leverage—strike, retreat, strike again.
I attempted a direct blow.
He circled, then struck the side of my knee.
I dropped to one knee.
I could no longer advance properly.
I had to change strategy.
I deliberately absorbed a thrust on my left gauntlet.
The impact made me grit my teeth.
But I used it to propel myself forward.
I struck the shaft.
It cracked.
But not enough.
Achilles drew his knife again and attacked immediately.
With the knife, he was faster.
He found an opening.
The blade slid between my chest piece and my skin—blood.
Not deep, but dangerous.
His hand was within reach.
I struck his wrist.
He dropped the knife.
But his elbow smashed into my temple.
My vision wavered.
Achilles tried to finish it.
But he made a mistake.
He overcommitted.
I locked his arm with my gauntlet, pivoted, and struck his torso with all my weight.
He flew backward.
I didn't pursue.
I was exhausted.
I walked to where he had fallen.
Achilles tried to rise.
I placed my fist against his chest.
Raguel raised his hand.
> "Stop."
Achilles stayed on the ground, smiling despite the pain.
> "If this had been real…
I could have killed you."
I nodded.
> "You can talk—but so could I."
Raguel concluded:
> "Victory to Hercules.
That's enough for today.
Tomorrow you will have magic class with Azrael and Jophiel…
Good luck with those two."
Something told me tomorrow would be a long day.
Later, we were awakened again at dawn by Lady Gabriel.
She guided us to our new training location.
The Sanctum of Rules.
A completely empty space, except for a few chairs for us to sit in, and Messrs. Jophiel and Azrael who were present.
We took our seats wherever we wished.
Mr. Jophiel spoke:
> "Magic is not a gift.
It is a science of the invisible.
And like any science…
it punishes ignorance.
Today, we intend to turn you from ignorant to knowledgeable."
Jophiel raised his hand.
A sphere appeared.
> "Magic is the ability to alter a state of reality
by injecting informational energy
into the fundamental laws of existence."
He made another gesture and traced three circles.
> "What you see are the three fundamental components to perform magic:"
1. Energy (E)
→ raw power (light, soul, heat, gravity, etc.)
2. Information (I)
→ the form, the structure, the rule imposed on the energy
(runes, intentions, symbols)
3. Support (S)
→ the medium through which magic acts
(body, soul, artifact, environment)
> "Imagine them as mathematical formulas"
Magic = E × I ÷ Resistance of Reality
Azrael added, in his low voice:
> "If the Resistance of Reality exceeds your control…
your soul absorbs the error.
And error kills."
Know that there are 7 levels of magic.
Jophiel projected seven concentric rings.
---
LEVEL 1 — PERCEPTION
aura detection
emotional reading
energy flow perception
instinctive anticipation
LEVEL 2 — CHANNELING
Make energy flow
physical reinforcement
air impulses
localized heat
skin hardening
LEVEL 3 — STRUCTURING
Give stable form
energy projectiles
shields
restraints
light blades
LEVEL 4 — ALTERATION
Modify an existing state
slow / accelerate
alter density
break a magical structure
local purification or corruption
LEVEL 5 — CREATION
Make something exist that wasn't there
temporary summoning
creation of simple artifacts
limited autonomous entities
complex runes
Azrael:
> "Know that these are not standard magical stages.
They are not ranked by power, mostly by ease of learning.
It is entirely possible for someone to master level 4 without mastering level 1,
because they cannot focus on perception.
Or someone masters 1, 2, 3, but cannot master 4 and above because it is harder."
LEVEL 6 — REWRITE
Modify the rules themselves
annul local laws
brief time distortion
rewrite a spell in progress
suppress a concept (fire, sound, pain…)
LEVEL 7 — AXIOM
Define a universal law
"here, violence does not exist"
"this place refuses death"
"all energy becomes light"
Azrael concluded:
> "These two levels are not powers you can hope to master."
> "There is also the creation of pocket dimensions, which will be explained later.
It's not really magic… but you will see it eventually."
---
Jophiel made symbols appear.
> "We will continue our lesson with the study of Runes."
> "A rune is a coded instruction imposed on reality."
It contains:
a key (activation)
a function
a limit
There are 4 types of runes:
binding runes
channeling runes
stabilization runes
conditional runes (IF / THEN)
> "I only wanted to give a brief introduction.
Next lesson I will explain them in detail."
Azrael spoke:
> "Next, we will talk about artifacts, specifically how they are created."
> "For that, four steps must be followed:"
1. Choice of medium (mythril, iron, copper, bone, wood…)
2. Engraving the runes (deep and stable)
3. Gradual energy injection
4. Sealing (personal key)
While I took notes, I turned my gaze and saw several of us in a… Hercule could not describe their state, but I would say they were in a state of mental collapse.
Visibly, they understood little. And… Hercule would be lying if he said he understood.
What is science? What is a concept? What is matter…?
Apparently, Azrael saw our state and sighed.
He stepped forward, his steps producing no sound.
He turned to Jophiel.
His voice calm, compassionate:
> Azrael:
"Brother.
Look at them."
Jophiel barely frowned.
> "Now that you mention it, why do they look like that?"
Azrael:
> "Must I remind you that during this lesson we talked about science and mathematics and listed facts about reality?"
Jophiel:
> "What's the problem? I don't see why you… OK, fine, I remember."
Jophiel had neglected an important detail:
the individuals present here were from Earth at a time where technological level was almost like the Stone Age.
They did not even know what the words mathematics or science meant.
Azrael:
> "Unfortunately, my brother, we will have to restart the lesson and explain it to them more simply."
Jophiel muttered something, visibly irritated.
Azrael:
> "I propose this:
Teach them, separately from magic:
— physics,
— mathematics,
— philosophy,
— life sciences."
Azrael concluded:
> "Thus, when you speak of laws,
they will know what a law is.
When you speak of balance,
they will know what breaks when violated."
Thus, the lesson had to be restarted.
Messrs. Jophiel and Azrael explained in a simpler, more detailed way so that we could understand.
---
Thus, the days passed like this:
One day, hand-to-hand combat class.
Next day, weapons.
The next, magic and sciences.
This was our routine.
---
After the century of waiting imposed by Heaven, the portals opened.
Each of us was sent where the world needed a pillar.
We did not go to the same place or the same time, but each of us marked history.
---
AFRICA
ANANSI – West Africa (≈ 2000 B.C.)
He did not fight monsters.
He fought ignorance.
He taught stories, oral laws, collective memory.
Humans turned him into a spider.
In reality, he was a Nephilim, master of narrative magic.
SUNDJATA – Mali Empire (≈ 13th century)
A Nephilim born weak, limping, mocked.
He understood the value of human perseverance.
His myth preserved his greatness…
but forgot his wings.
---
GREECE
THESSEUS – Athens (≈ 13th century B.C.)
Sent to end a monster.
The Minotaur was a demonic beast—a creature born when an animal dies and goes to Hell, though this is extremely rare because animals normally do not have free will. Their actions are instinctual. But a sinful animal may theoretically go to Hell (e.g., the sharks of VOX).
HERACLES (Hercule) – Greece (≈ 12th century B.C.)
Son of Huriel.
His labors were actually celestial missions to eliminate:
demonic beasts
unstable artifacts
entities from Hell
The Greeks transformed his exploits into tragedies.
---
ROME
ROMULUS & REMUS – Italy (≈ 8th century B.C.)
Two Nephilim who built a strong city.
One fell to pride.
The other founded Rome.
Fratricide was real.
---
FRANCE / WESTERN EUROPE
ROLAND – Francia (≈ 8th century)
A discreet Nephilim, loyal to humans rather than Heaven.
He died willingly, becoming a symbol.
Songs of deeds masked his true nature.
---
AMERICAS
QUETZALCOATL – Mesoamerica (≈ 1st millennium)
A peaceful Nephilim.
Refused human sacrifices.
This refusal caused political downfall.
The people made him a god.
He died and returned to Heaven.
---
ASIA
SUN WUKONG – China (≈ timeless legend)
A disobedient Nephilim, almost expelled from Heaven.
His initiatory journey was a celestial re-education.
His arrogance nearly led to his Fall.
YAMATO TAKERU – Ancient Japan
Sent to stabilize violent clans.
His myth glorifies obedience…
but hides solitude.
ARJUNA – Mahabharata (≈ 1500–500 B.C.)
Nephilim placed in a major human conflict.
Krishna was not a god.
He was a celestial messenger.
The Bhagavad-Gītā is a real philosophical dialogue.
---
NORDIC / SCANDINAVIA
SIGURD
The dragon was a human corrupted by Hell.
Sigurd was forever marked by this battle.
BRYNHILDR (BRUNHILDE)
Valkyrie
Mistress of war and fate
Tragic figure of honor
SIGRUN
Valkyrie in love
Breaks divine rules for love
---
ASIA
HUA MULAN (China)
Warrior disguised as a man
Courage, loyalty, strategy
Chinese founding myth
TOMOE GOZEN (Japan)
Samurai
Strength, elegance, ferocity
Historical and legendary figure
(If I have in any way upset anyone by including a mythological or religious figure from their country, I apologize; I needed them for this story.)
As written in the Bible:
Genesis 6:1-4
"The giants (Nephilim) were on the earth in those days, and also after that the sons of God came in to the daughters of men, and they bore children to them: these are the mighty men who were of old, the men of renown."
(I needed the heroes of antiquity this way.)
---
Point of View: Jeanne
I expected a tribunal.
Questions.
A judgment.
But when my eyes opened…
it was light.
I fell to my knees by reflex, not by fear.
But out of respect and admiration.
A voice rose.
> "Jeanne, daughter of men."
I lifted my head and saw one of the most magnificent things I had ever been allowed to see.
Flaming Seraphim.
Archangels immobile like mountains.
A multitude of angels of different forms and sizes, surrounded by pure light.
I felt my soul vibrate with reverence.
> "Your soul is pure… I would even say perfect."
She paused.
> "Souls like yours…
we see only one every thousand years."
I lowered my eyes.
> "I only believed."
Another voice declared:
> "You obeyed without turning away.
You fought without hatred.
And accepted death without renouncing your faith."
I then felt courage return.
I raised my head and dared.
> "May I…
may I meet God?"
The silence fell.
It was strange.
It was not the awkward silence of disapproval, but a sad silence…
A voice answered softly:
> "God is not here."
I remained still.
> "He has gone.
He observes His creation from a place even we do not know."
I closed my eyes for a moment.
Then I smiled.
> "If… He still sees, then my actions and my love for Him are enough."
Then, I was congratulated and introduced to the angels of this hall.
First, I met Lady Sera, the one to whom God had given absolute authority.
Then Saint Michael and Gabriel.
I was surprised to see that Saint Gabriel was a woman.
And the beauty of the latter surpassed even the angels painted and sculpted in cathedrals.
Afterward, I learned that I had become an angel.
I had to adapt to my wings, but it was manageable.
The reception I received was truly overwhelming.
I was applauded by human souls in Heaven, pure angels, and each congratulated me.
What embarrassed me was the manner in which they congratulated me:
> "Congratulations, the Maid of Orleans, you truly deserve your place here."
> "Do you remember me, Maid of Orleans? You saved me and my grandson. Unfortunately, I died of a heart attack."
> "Thank God I could still see the Maid of Orleans."
> "The Lord loves you like a father, Madam the Maid of Orleans."
> "My mother says you are a legend, Madam the Maid of Orleans."
I cried because even in Heaven, this nickname followed me.
I had hoped no one would utter it, but unfortunately, I was destined to be known as The Maid of Orleans.
---
I finally returned to my quarters and can affirm that it was the place where I had slept best of all time.
There were things I did not have in the human world: television, a lightbulb, air conditioning, a microwave…
I tried to adapt as best I could to this new life.
---
After many years, I decided to join the heavenly army under the command of Lord Michael.
I learned that Adam, the first man, was also in Heaven, but I never had the chance to meet him.
He must undoubtedly be of incredible wisdom.
---
Several centuries passed, and during this time, I devoted myself body and soul to the celestial army.
I eventually rose in rank: from an angel to an archangel.
Mr. Michael informed me that I could create my own brigade.
While trying to determine whom I would integrate into this brigade, I met several Nephilim.
They explained to me that they were among those who had decided to remain in Heaven.
I also met others who had died after remaining on Earth.
An interesting fact: even if a Nephilim dies on Earth and goes to Heaven, they remain a Nephilim and do not become an angel.
I learned from them that many Nephilim who were legendary figures were still on Earth.
So I made the decision to recruit them and make them my squad.
(I don't think it's necessary to show how she recruited them; the reason I initially wanted to show these past events was to explain the origin of the Nephilim and the reason for the creation of this squad.)