I'm The Devil - Chapter 196

Chapter 196: Lucifer Meets The Watchers

50 YEARS LATER

“When will you send the great flood, Dad?” Lucifer asked, his voice calm yet filled with an undercurrent of anticipation. He sat overlooking a town steeped in sin, pain, and suffering.

To Lucifer, the sin was not repulsive; he found it perfect, a fitting place for him. What he detested was the pain inflicted on the humans who chose to stand in the path of righteousness. These humans suffered at the hands of the giants—children of the watchers, condemned because of their physical appearance and lack of celestial energy, compensated for by their brute strength.

“Should I intervene? No, that would seem like me bullying little kids” said Lucifer shooking his head at the thought of him interfering by dealing with the giants, “maybe I can go talk with their parents and let them put their children on the leash”

“Should I intervene? No, that would seem like me bullying little kids,” said Lucifer, shaking his head at the thought of him interfering by dealing with the giants. “Maybe I can go talk with their parents and let them put their children on a leash.”

With a sigh, Lucifer rose from his seat and spread his wings, the white feathers shimmering in the dim light. He took flight, heading towards the hidden sanctuary of the watchers, where their children—the giants—had originated. The wind whipped around him as he flew over the vast, broken landscape, the suffering and chaos below a stark reminder of the urgency of his mission.

The sanctuary of the watchers was hidden in a remote, mountainous region, cloaked in powerful enchantments. Lucifer landed gracefully at the entrance, his presence immediately sensed by the ancient beings within. The watchers emerged, their eyes wary as they sensed an unfamiliar presence.

One of them, an imposing figure with a stern expression, stepped forward. “Who are you?” he demanded, his voice echoing with authority.

Lucifer folded his wings and met the watcher’s gaze. “I am Lucifer,” he said, his tone firm yet calm. “I am the Morning Star, the Lightbringer. You may not know me, but I am your superior, once an archangel and now a ruler of my domain. I have come to speak about your children—the giants.”

The watcher frowned, glancing at his companions. “What concern is this of yours, Morning Star?”

Lucifer’s eyes flashed with determination. “Their actions threaten the balance of the world. The giants’ brutality is causing untold suffering among the humans. I am here to warn you: if this continues, I will take matters into my own hands.”

Another watcher, a female with a look of deep concern, stepped forward. “We never intended for this to happen,” she said. “Our children were born with great strength but little guidance. We have tried to teach them, but their nature is wild and unruly.”

Lucifer’s gaze softened slightly. “I understand the challenges, but you must try harder. If you cannot control them, then I will have no choice but to intervene directly.”

The watchers exchanged troubled glances, but their initial wariness began to give way to resilience. The first watcher, his eyes hardening, spoke again. “We will not be cowed by threats, Lucifer. We know our children are difficult, but they are still our responsibility. We will not simply give them up.”

Lucifer nodded a hint of respect in his eyes. “I am not asking you to give them up. I am asking you to control them. If you do not act, I will, and my actions will not be gentle.”

Another watcher stepped forward, her eyes fierce. “You speak as though we have not tried. We have poured our efforts into guiding them, but they are not easily swayed. We will not abandon our efforts now. We will redouble them.”

Lucifer’s gaze met hers, unyielding. “Then redouble them swiftly. The time for action is now. If you need aid, I am willing to offer it, but understand that if this continues, I will be forced to take measures you will not like.”

The first watcher straightened, his resolve clear. “We will do what must be done, Morning Star. But know this—we will not be bullied into submission. We will handle our own.”

Lucifer nodded again, his respect for their resilience evident. “Very well. I will hold you to your word. But remember, the lives of many rests on your actions.”

With a final nod, Lucifer turned and took flight once more, leaving the sanctuary behind. As he soared through the skies, he hoped that the watchers would succeed in controlling their children. The balance of the world depended on it, and though he was prepared to intervene, he preferred a resolution that did not involve further violence.

Returning to his vantage point above the suffering town, Lucifer watched and waited, his thoughts a mixture of hope and determination. He had given the watchers their warning, but he would not hesitate to act if the situation did not improve.

Elsewhere

In the quiet hamlet of Eridu, nestled along the banks of the ancient Euphrates, there emerged a figure whose arrival would herald the beginning of an extraordinary journey. Enoch, in his nascent years, possessed an aura of mystery and intrigue that captivated the imagination of those around him.

Tall and lanky, with limbs that seemed to move with a fluid grace all their own, Enoch cut a striking figure against the backdrop of the bustling marketplace. His eyes, a brilliant shade of azure, shimmered with a youthful exuberance and a hunger for adventure that belied his tender age.

His unruly mane of chestnut curls framed a face that bore the faintest hint of stubble, a testament to his transition from boyhood to manhood. Though his features were unremarkable at first glance, there was a quiet intensity in his gaze that hinted at depths of character yet to be explored.

He walked into a huge house where he was wellomed by a woman with a protruding stomach and kids running up to him behind her, “welcome back home husband”