As the Watchers convened in the celestial realm, their deliberations echoed with uncertainty and discord. Each angel pondered the implications of descending to Earth, torn between their longing for mortal pleasures and their reverence for divine decree.
Semjaza, the leader of the Watchers, stood at the forefront, his gaze sweeping over his brethren with a mixture of resolve and apprehension. "Brothers, sisters, hear me," he began, his voice carrying the weight of their collective destiny. "The time has come for us to decide our path. Shall we descend to Earth and revel in the delights it offers, or shall we heed the warnings of divine command?"
Azazel, his eyes gleaming with defiance, stepped forward, his words infused with fervor. "Why should we remain shackled by the whims of a distant God? We are beings of power and knowledge, destined to shape our fate!"
