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"
