In the beginning, there was nothing more than scattered particles. When some of these particles collided, there was light, there was sound, and there was thought. Not just any thought, but the first thought. The thought of something far from comprehensible.

It is far too bright. The light dimmed.

It is far too empty. Matter was created.

It is far too loud. Sound was muted.

It is far too chaotic. Shape was given to the universe. Stars were born, galaxies were created, and planets were molded.

It is far too... Lonely. The thoughts moved to one of the planets at a whim, and created life.

The planet was a small and unassuming green world around a small and unassuming yellow sun. Various plants and animals roamed the surface of the planet, not caring about how they just appeared, but more about how they could survive.

Beside these various animal species were forty hairless bipeds. They looked around and recognized their sentience. The population of these bipeds rose over the course of a hundred years. Over five generations, one hundred and sixty were born. The eldest did not die however, which confused them. Over their long life, they had seen all the world around them wither and die. Plants were becoming infertile, animals were starving, and the water was evaporating.

Resources amongst tribes became their greatest treasure, and soon wars were

fought over the wealth of the dying land. Many died. A pulsating orb of pure light descended from the sky as the war finished its seventh day. The warring tribes put aside their differences to partake in this phenomenon.

Stop fighting. The apparition spoke. So the fighting stopped.

“What are you?” asked the leader of one of the tribes.

I am the creator.

“Why?”

I was lonely.

“They why did you let us fight? Why did you let us die?” The speaker was not angry, but curious, until he asked the last question, which he asked remorsefully. “Why is our home dying?”

It is too far from the star. This world cannot sustain life.

“The how are we supposed to live?”

Come with me, Nephilim. All who accept me as their friend can come with me, and walk in my light.

Most came forward, willing to put aside their differences. Others, did not. One however, the leader of a separate tribe, was dubious.

“How did you create us?” He asked.

I just did.

“How did you create the world?”

I just did.

“How did you create life?”

I just did.

Infuriated by the lack of response, the tribe leader asked one last question. “How can we trust you, when you won’t answer my questions?

Faith.

Lowering his head, the Nephilim bowed.

Fly, Nephilim. Fly to the heavens. The voice commanded. The Nephilim were startled to see glorious white wings had sprung from their backs. Those who were faithful, flew, those who were not, were left behind.

The planet slowly withered and died, becoming red in the process, as a symbol to those who had no faith. The fourth planet in the stars orbit would be forever coated in the blood of the unfaithful.

“I was one of the Nephilim. Lucifer, my tribe leader, was dubious of this power that called itself God. Blind is what I would call it. It never noticed what was coming. But then again, neither did I...”

The second attempt at life was more successful. The blue planet was closer to the sun, and held life it did not create. This surprised the ephemeral being. It looked to the surface of the planet and saw a small utopia. A garden of great proportions. He called it Eden. There was a multitude of bipedal creatures in this Eden, who looked remarkably like his Nephilim. He called them human.

He went to the humans on one perfect day in the land of Garden of Eden. They looked upon his visage and cowered, fear in their eyes at the awesome light.

Arise. They rose.

A young couple emerged from the crowd, one male, one female.

“What are you?” Asked the male.

“Where did you come from?” Asked the female.

I am God almighty. I am everywhere.

Again awed, the couple bowed. They were Adam and Eve, first of God’s followers. First of his betrayers.

“Time flowed swiftly. The Nephilim, seen to the humans as Angels, watched over the planet and its inhabitants, as per His orders. The Seraphim Lords, keepers of the great Seraphim houses, who were considered Archangels by the humans, were our leaders. Lord Michael, the first of us to speak with God, became our watcher. He was promoted by God’s word to leadership, and ruled over all the Nephilim.

“He was also God’s ‘go to’ guy. He taught the first humans, about many things. Of what, I know not for sure. He was the first to oppose Seraphim Lucifer. Michael was ruthless. Behind God’s back, he was forging the Nephilim into an army. For what purpose, I will never know.

“As the humans grew more advanced, God had a ‘son’. His name, to the humans, was Jesus. His real name was Lord Azrael, or to the humans, the Angel of Death. He spread God’s message of peace and love, yet he would probably cause God the most pain. He eventually renamed himself Baalberith; God of the covenant.

“Eventually, the humans rejected God. Saying they could find their way without him. Lord Lucifer had warned God that this would happen, that without direct intervention the humans would no longer fear God.

“But they were his chosen people. We were forgotten while they thrived. We asked God why this had happened, to which he only responded that we ‘Should have faith’. By this point, a very large number of the Nephilim were outraged. We had been forgotten, left behind. Lord Michael, Lord Azrael, and Lady Gabriel remained amongst his chosen, but that’s because they were constantly kissing his feet.

“As the humans would die, they would all be accepted into Heaven. Getting pleasure, peace, play, and whatever else their vain mortal hearts could want. We were their servants. Most of us despised it.

“Lucifer came to me one day, asked me if I was still loyal to him. I said yes. He told me to follow him, and not to tell a soul about what was about to happen. That was when I came upon a sight I will never forget.

“Lucifer walked calmly up to God, looked him in her metaphysical eyes—”

“I’m sorry, did you just say your God switched gender?” Luna’s meek voice asked.

I nodded. “We never really found out if God was male or female... We just assumed both, so the pronouns are interchangeable. May I continue?”

“Of course. I was just curious.”

“Anyway, Lucifer looked God in the eye, and told him that he was going down to earth. He was going to make them fear God once more. God detested the act, and said he would not allow him to hurt the humans. Lucifer just turned around and walked away.

Not three days later, Lucifer had gathered up a sizable chunk of the Nephilim, and several of the Seraphim, Lord Azrael being one of them. In God’s pain, we left Heaven. To teach the humans a lesson.”

“One more question,” Luna interjected. I waved her on, asking her to continue. “The Seraphim, you refer to them as if the Seraphim Lords were separate. Why?”

“The Seraphim were the great warrior houses of the past. The tribes. We were considered the... nobles, amongst the Nephilim. Of the Great Houses, Lucifer’s, Azrael's, Gabriel's, and Michael’s were the most significant. Back to the invasion of Earth.

“In the early stages, the invasion moved fast. City after city fell to the untouchable might of Lucifer’s armies. Azrael, led a small team of the best warriors the Seraphim had to offer. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

“Eventually, the ‘Guardians of Heaven’ moved to oppose us. Lucifer, who had been branded by God as Satan, was eventually slain by Michael. We pressed on however, drawing the war out for as long as we could.

“I never wanted to kill the humans. Just humble them. It was Satan who told us it was necessary. I still have mixed feelings for what happened.

“After the war, those of us who survived, were exiled; stripped of our great power. I was the first to be thrown from Heaven. Seraphim Gabriel carried me to the edge of the tribunal platform, and tossed me off. I still contemplate why she looked sad.

“From there, I plummeted to only God knows where in the universe, but you already know that part of the story.” I finished the short version of what I remembered. Waiting on Her Majesty’s word of approval.

“Yes, from my sister’s perspective, but not from yours. Please, tell it.”