The First Chronicles
A PLACE TO BE
Prologue — Before the First Legend
In a time before legends, when the earth was young and the dust of creation still clung to the mountains, the angels looked down upon the growing tribes of man. They watched as humanity spread across the valleys and rivers, and some among them took notice of the daughters of men — that their grace and beauty surpassed even the radiance of the heavenly host.
A council formed in secret.
A pact was sworn.
“We shall go down,” they said,
“and take the daughters of man as wives.
They shall bear our progeny,
and our names will echo upon the earth.”
And so they descended.
Children were born to them — the Nephilim, mighty ones and giants among men, whose shadows stretched across the plains. Others among the Fallen took beasts of the field and creatures of the deep, and from these unions came monstrous offspring, abominations neither angel nor animal.
Because of these sins, the Watchers were cast down.
Their wings darkened.
Their glory stripped away.
Heaven closed its gates, and they became the Fallen, awaiting their doom and the prison being forged for them in the deep places of the earth.
Yet even in their despair, they clung to one hope:
that their children — the Nephilim — might escape their fate.
But a prophecy arose.
A seer, touched by the whispering winds of Uriel, spoke a message that chilled even the Fallen:
“The sons of the Fallen will fail.
They will be wiped from the face of the earth.
And a firstborn son of Cain
shall be their undoing.”
Terror spread among the Fallen.
Though doomed themselves, they would not allow their offspring to perish.
Thus they formed a plan.
First, they would erase the prophecy’s threat by destroying every firstborn of the line of Cain. To achieve this, they raised up a new deity among men — Baal, the Devourer — whose worship demanded the sacrifice of firstborn sons. Through luxury, greed and ritual, they would cleanse the bloodline before the prophecy could take root.
Second, and most desperate of all, they sought the Tree of Life.
For only its fruit could grant their children a future beyond judgment.
Only its power could preserve the Nephilim from the doom passed down from the heavens.
And so the age of terror began —
the age of Baal,
the age of giants,
the age when prophecy stirred beneath the soil of the world.
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