Accursed-Azazel

“We are no men, fellow brothers, we are above men. God wishes us to bow to men, and we shall. But we shall take what is ours, as beings born of fire! If we desire their women, we shall lead their men astray and take what we want, but we shall still bow to man.” This is what he said, as we descended for our land, our sky, our home. We flew down, to the summit of the mountain the beings born of clay called Mount Hermon. Down more and more, we flew, the feathers on our wings flapping in the wind. The wind pushed us on. To take their women as our own – that was our goal. That is what the Command of God said; he was our leader,

Slowly one grows up and slowly one grows old, but never does one think of this while he is young. I was a man, no, a boy living in peace with my family. Oh, how foolish I was back then, stricken with boredom and filled with pride. Day after day I lived a peaceful life, but I was not content. No, I felt that there was no contentment for me. Fooled by the people, or perhaps by myself, I left to the military, to war, to death. It rained all around me – allies, enemies, civilians. They all fell left and right, no rightful judgment was cast, no decision on who dies – everyone died there, with no care for innocence or guilt. Gods, it ha