"Oh, what do we have here?"
Everyone turned to see a strikingly handsome man with jet-black hair and piercing black eyes, a confident grin playing on his lips. He walked toward them with an air of effortless superiority, each step measured and deliberate, as if he regarded them all as mere ants beneath his notice. The sheer presence of the man was enough to silence any lingering doubts, his aura commanding the attention of every being in the vicinity.
"I see you're the offspring of those insufferable Watchers, with traces of their grace and celestial power lingering in you," he said, casting a disdainful glance at the Nephilims. He then turned his attention to Cain and his vampire progeny. "And you," he continued, focusing on Cain, "are the Firstborn, the progeny of the First Man and First Woman, Cain, if I'm not mistaken?"
