In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth and everything within them, the first man, the first woman, animals, plants and the world they would inhabit. Everything was perfect, peaceful, and in order. The earth was filled with blessings and tranquility beyond imagination.
Above them, in the endless sky of Heaven, all was harmonious. Angels moved in light and rhythm, their presence bright and serene, each one a reflection of God's will. Among them were the archangels, the highest of all, they were the closest to the Creator and tasked with overseeing the universe. They weren't just powerful; they were the standard of perfection. Their duty was to guard the divine order and watch over creation.
The universe existed as God intended it to. But even in a perfect world, pride can take root.
One archangel, brilliant, beautiful, and proud beyond measure began to question things. He looked upon the earth, at the first humans living freely according to God's will, and at his fellow angels who obeyed without hesitation. And he wondered: Why should I bow? Why shouldn't I be free to act as I desire?
Pride whispered softly at first, then burned like an unquenchable flame. Before anyone could stop it, rebellion had taken root.
Disguised and filled with defiance, the archangel descended to Earth. There, he tempted the first woman to disobey and through her, the first man. Sin was born in humanity that day, and innocence faded from the world.
But that act was only the beginning.
The proud archangel gathered others, angels drawn by his light, others seduced by the idea of freedom. Together, they became the first rebels. And thus began the First Heavenly Rebellion, a war that would shake Heaven itself and leave a scar upon the earth forever.
This was no war of swords or shields. It was a battle of essence, divine energy clashing against flames corrupted with pride, light against light. The Heaven trembled and stars flickered. The melody of creation turned into a storm of thunder and fury.
And the effects did not remain above. Angels fell and their essence, both pure and corrupted, raining down upon the earth. Streaks of radiant blood tore through the sky and splashed upon mountains, rivers, and plains alive with humans. The earth quaked and forests twisted, rivers boiled, and mountains cracked open. Animals fled, sensing something beyond their understanding. Humans saw flashes of fire and lights in the sky and heard the heavens roar in fury, unaware that the very order of existence was tearing apart above them.
When the divine and the corrupted essence mingled with the raw life of Earth, new beings came into existence, supernatural life.
The first witches were born from remnants of divine knowledge left behind in the blood of fallen angels. Their minds were sharp, their souls marked by both wisdom and chaos. They could weave nature to their will, sense hidden truths, and twist the unseen. Witches were neither good nor evil but they were clever, unpredictable, and impossible to ignore.
From the cursed hunger of fallen angels came the vampires, immortal, bound by thirst, cursed to drink blood for living beings. Because of their impurity, they could not walk under the purity of sunlight. They hunted the night, feared and mysterious.
Then there were the werewolves, born from the raw fury of celestial beasts and the wild energy of the earth. Fierce, strong, and instinctive, they roamed forests and mountains, marking territories and defending them with primal rage.
Other beings emerged as well, some with eyes that burned like stars, some with wings of shadow, others invisible yet powerful enough to influence nature itself. All of them were children of aftermath, born from the chaos, blood, and collision of Heaven and Earth.
When the loyal angels returned to Heaven, they were stunned by what they saw. These new beings, witches, vampires, werewolves, and more were powerful, unpredictable, and dangerous for the humans God created. They sought permission to destroy them, but God forbade it.
So the supernatural races were allowed to exist.
But to preserve balance, God created something new, a bridge between Heaven and Earth. From the blood of angels and the essence of humankind, the first true Nephilim were born. Unlike the half-breeds conceived through forbidden unions, these were divine creations of purpose. Strong, wise, and noble, they carried both the power of Heaven and the heart of man. Their mission was to protect humanity, maintain balance, and prevent chaos from consuming the world.
Earth soon settled into a new order. Humans lived their Stone Age lives, unaware of the supernatural forces shaping their fate. Witches blended in among them. Vampires ruled the night. Werewolves claimed the wilderness. And the Nephilim walked unseen, watching over humankind and maintaining the balance.
For tens of thousands of years, this peace endured. Humans discovered fire, tools, and the first villages. The supernatural world adapted too, hiding in myth and legend, waiting, watching. But balance is never eternal.
By 1914, the first cracks began to appear. Human empires clashed. Nations prepared for global war. The balance between humanity, the supernatural, and the Nephilim began to shift.
Witches felt the natural energy of the world growing unstable. Vampires' as well. Werewolves sensed their territories shrinking. Even the Nephilim felt it, the world they were sworn to protect was changing in ways they could not control.
The year 1914 became a turning point, the moment when the delicate order, preserved for millennia, began to falter. Human conflict, greed, and technology awakened forces long dormant. Humanity stepped into a new age, one that even Heaven had foreseen, yet allowed to unfold.
The First Heavenly Rebellion had ended long ago, but its aftermath remained. Every supernatural race still carried its memory, in their blood, their instincts, their very existence. The Nephilim still guarded mankind, but their burden grew heavier. Humanity was no longer weak or naive; they had become ambitious, driven, dangerous.
Now, in the dawn of the modern world, the stage is set once again. Supernatural beings linger in shadow. Humans expand their dominion and reshape the earth. And the Nephilim remain vigilant, the silent watchers, keeping the fragile peace alive.
The Nephilim protect humanity. Witches, vampires, and werewolves blend among men, hidden yet present. The balance holds, but it trembles.
The world was shaped by that first rebellion. Humanity thrives. The supernatural endures. And the Nephilim still stand guard.
Yet in 1914, the balance began to shift once more.
And this time, the war would not begin in Heaven.
it would begin here, among those that lived on earth.